03.10.09 - Lucky
Location: Ruingate, House Zerfren
Characters Involved: Jarven, Darcy
A column of smoke is rising from the burnt out ruins of one of the store rooms. Slaves and over-seers are still throwing buckets of water on the smouldering mess. Jarven is stood on the steps outside the main house, a rat held by the throat and berating the moron in a loud and less then please voice. He shakes him back and forth and then slams the unfortunate rodent head first into the wall.
Darcy stands back, well out of the way, her arms folded and looking rather pleased at this stroke of ill luck. That, kids, is what we call karma. After watching the struggle to douse the flames, the doe now turns away from the scene to go back toward the house.
Jarven catches sight of movement out of the corner of his eye. It is the hare.. with a bounding leap he is striding down the path behind her and without warning cuffs her about the head. "YOU!" he screams at her, "YOU filthy woodlander, you had something to do with this didn't you!"
Darcy jerks in reaction, the first cuff sending her staggering forward. "What! /No/!" She turns, backing up, hands up in front of her defensively. "I wasn't even out here 'til after the fire started, you dithering idiot!"
Jarven growls and grabs her around the throat, both paws squeezing, he's angry and wants someone to blame, "Yer.. convinient... sowing sedition amongst my slaves!" he shakes her and throws her back into a bush. "I'll give you attitude hare! Didn't tha beating yestertday teach ye anythin! If aye said ye did it then ye did it!" He screeches at her in rage, drawing back his paw ready to kick her.
Darcy lands and flails out her arm, finding a handhold in the bush, enough to scramble quickly upright and avoid the kick aimed at her. Not entirely. It connects with her leg as the doe moves back out of his reach, fur prickled. "Will you /stop/! Trying to /beat/ /me/ /up/! For no reason!"
Jarven growls and walks up, reaching down to grab one of her ears and twists. "I like beating you up.. you moan so much ya give me amble reason"
Darcy reaches up, snatching for Jarven's forearm when he catches her ear, and digging her claws in. "Stop! STOP you IMBECILE I'm /pregnant/!"
Jarven freezes and hauls Darcy up by the neck and glares at her angrily, "If tha be true... aye will be very wroth with you. RObbing me of my sport." Then he grins, "But I will be keeping you now... until the babe is born. Then I am going to take it away from you, and sell you and raise it to be a proper house slave."
Darcy grits her teeth as she's hauled upright, ears stuck out stiffly at angles and fur bristled. "Nnh. Great.. /great/. Will you stop.. just. /Stop/. Beating me up." Her legs are kind of shaky.
Jarven growls and lets go of her, "If I find out you are lying, to avoid being beaten I will gut you myself." He turns around and stalks back to the house, kicking out at an unoffending mouse slave cringing to the side of the path, sending him sprawling.
Darcy cringes and rubs at the back of her neck, then lets out a slow breath. Phew.
The mouse is crying softly, huddling in a ball, his clothing scorched from the fire. He looks up at the hare and sniffles, "Lucky... if you are pregnant... you get easy duty."
Darcy lifts her hand to press at the bridge of her nose. "I would never go so far as to consider it /lucky/.."
The mouse picks himself up and glances around, "You get to spend months on kitchen duty... i'd call that lucky.." he rubs his ears then runs off across the lawn, scuttling.
Darcy rubs at her face, turning to go in another direction, looking thoughtful.
