08-20-2018, 12:26 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]"Understandable, madam. As long as you and whomever accompanies sticks close by, you shan't be mistaken for a slave." the honest truth; Esklav very rarely dealt with slaves himself, having been one once before his arrival. Once. But he still was one, was he? It just wasn't as obvious ― to an outsider, he was simply doing his job. To him, it was almost essential to keep up with being ordered around to drive himself away from deviancy. Over time, however, whatever compulsion he had been under whilst in his creator's care was failing. It was getting easier to stray. To be free. His first programmed response was to be repulsed at the idea of liberation, but it was getting more difficult to resist the lure it brought. His eyes settled on Quantum, assessing her as much as he could before immediately clinging on the figure of the next occupant on impulse.
He was simple. Withdrawn. It was... odd, to be in the presence of someone that did not reek of the mundane behavior that everyone else had. Esklav found it obscenely gratifying. "Duly noted, sire." he did begin to dearly hope for the approval of their leader, so he would get the opportunity to find out more about this male. This was not as tedious of a task as he might have originally thought it to be.
He was simple. Withdrawn. It was... odd, to be in the presence of someone that did not reek of the mundane behavior that everyone else had. Esklav found it obscenely gratifying. "Duly noted, sire." he did begin to dearly hope for the approval of their leader, so he would get the opportunity to find out more about this male. This was not as tedious of a task as he might have originally thought it to be.