in your wasteland — weekly tasks

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]To the large beast tasks were just tasks. There was nothing special about them and he used to get many upon many of them tossed on to his back till he broke. It was necessary for the continuation of the Pitt to have workers that labored for nothing and some that wouldn't get any sort of reward for it. Perhaps scraps for a meager meal or not to be lashed. Either or was such an astonishing reward for one who was a slave. Hearing the call it seemed like second nature for the male to come forward until he realized he was coming for the wrong reasons. His ears pressed a bit more firmly against his head as he took in a breath to steady himself as he looked upon Cosette's form. His thick forked tail waved back and forth slowly as he allowed himself to calm down and focus more on what orders he would be given. Work was something he could so and the stamina in which he had now because of forced labor proved that he could handle nearly anything that was tossed at him. "I'll take one..."