Looka and Miw Chapter two
#2 of Looka and Miw
Chapter 2
The journey from the mountain village was a long one, but it was rather pleasant as well. At least it was for the white neko. Though he didn't know, the Neko watched him very closely. She noticed many things about him. Though he was heavyset, his abs were less developed. He was evidently a smithy by trade; his arms were massive, with burn scars on his fore arms. His chest was broad and heavy, looking more like a steel barrel than flesh. His head was a bit odd though, but the slith were a strange folk. His brow was heavy, with thick bone plates receding to the back of his head. His eyes were deeply set into his face, his eyes were strange, almost exciting to her. They were a flamboyant orangey red, with thin slits of pupils.
She also noticed his legs; his left was heavily scarred from something. A battle, or perhaps a beating from a previous owner. His legs seemed a bit skinny compared to the rest of him. Though that was normal considered that the slith, their legs were meant more for short distance runs and climbing. She smiled to herself, almost wishing she were already home with him.
The slith didn't say or do much than think to himself. Normally he would have already tried to get away, but something was nagging him at the back of his mind. There was something about this Neko, something he couldn't quite understand. He marched alongside the ocelots; now and then he would look up at the carriage, noticing the glances that the Neko gave him. The thought of her crossed his mind more than once. She was really quite attractive, and he wondered how she got all this. He figured she would have been a Harem slave or something. Wait... could that be it? Could that be why she wanted him? Wait... no... no no no. No way, but then, why did she keep looking at him like that? He turned away a bit embarrassed by the rather disturbing thought, his cheeks turning a pale pink. Miw saw it and smiled; enjoying the shade of pink he was turning, imagining him at her estate. .
With that thought in his head, he felt uneasy, almost nervous. He dealt with mine owners, slave traders, creatures worse than Dargoth and even ended up in an arena, and that never bothered him. But this, being owned by a Neko, a rich pampered one, which for all appearances had one twisted mind, was something different.
But soon enough they arrived at the Neko's Mansion. It was built into a vast Mouranti tree. A like a tower that would rival the greatest battlements of the human fortresses and castles. The slith looked up at the towering tree, seeing stairs and doorways that had grown to suit it. It must have taken one hell of a wizard to make this. A Mouranti tree alone takes centuries to grow without the aid of Dunkai crystals. And having the doors, stairs, and windows to grow as designed, is an accomplishment for a wizard of the highest caliber. The slith could tell the Neko was no mage, he would tell by being around her. Likely she had a mage council wrapped around her slender fingers.
As they approached the front gate, the massive mahogany doors swung open silently, almost eerily. The slith was marched inside and held still by two of the guards. The neko gracefully pounced out of the carriage to the ground. This was the first time the slith got a good look at her. She was fairly tall compared to most, standing a little over 6 feet. Her fur was off white with a luster shine to it. And her hair was a brilliant shade of blue that seemed to shimmer with a strange, almost magical sheen. She looked over to him, smileing slightly. He looked her in the eye, a stunning emerald green; there was something about her that didn't sit right with him. Something that made him very uneasy, he only felt this way around magic users or heavily enchanted objects, but she couldn't be a mage, could she?
She waved her slender hand, and the ocelot guards bowed and left her alone with the slith. She walked over to him gracefully, looking up at him smiling wryly. Normally he would say something like, 'Why do you smile, do you welcome your death?' or 'How you prefer to die?' but he remained silent as she looked him over. As she got close to him, she wrinkled her nose at him, and he couldn't blame her. It had been several days since he had been able to bath or scrape a few layers of grime and filth from himself.
"Follow me." She spoke sweetly walking towards a pair of black cherry doors. Looka stood defiant, and stared at her coldly. As if silently saying, 'I dare you to command me.' She looked at him crossly, but smiled and went over to him. She took one of the chains in hand and gently tugged at it. "Come along." She commanded again. At first he refused, but thought it over. 'I should at least find out why the hell she bought me in the first place. I'll play along for now.' he then followed her, down several passageways, it seemed like an endless maze, and the walls around him seem to shift and move as they walked. He knew this place was enchanted and he hated it. He was never fond of any magic used outside of a forge, and even then he held it in disdain.
She came to a pair of elegantly carved mahogany doors and they swayed open as she approached. She lead him inside to what evidently her chambers. She let go of his chains and fumbled around in a draw of her vanity stand. She came back holding a small silver key, it reeked heavily of magic, evidently a key to almost any lock, and he was right. She unlocked his bond and stock allowing them to clatter to the floor. The slith rubbed his wrist, they were a bit sore from the bonds and he looked down at her. He could easily snap her neck or kill her in some other fashion, but he didn't. He stood silent, as she looked him over.
"Well, you seem no worse for wear from those things. Now, what is your name?" she asked sweetly. The slith was actually surprised she asked, slave seemed the only name any of his master used. "Isn't slave name enough?" he asked gruffly. She giggled slightly. "No it indeed is not. I will not simply call you slave, what is your name?" she asked again. He didn't answer but had a cold scowl on his face. She looked somewhat irritated but then smiled, getting an idea. "I shall tell you mine if you wish." She offered. The slith grunted. "Why? You're master aren't you?"
She smiled sweetly at him. "No, I am Miw of the Neko mountain tribe. Now what is your name?" The slith was curious about her, why would she care, and why would she tell him her name? He saw no harm in it, and it would be pleasant change from being called slave all the time. "Looka." He stated bluntly. She smiled at him. "There, was that so hard?" she asked teasingly as she walked over to another pair of doors. "Come." She said opening them. He stretched out his neck, popping a few of the vertebra, and then followed her. As he walked through the door he could feel the warm sensation of steam. And as they entered another room, he could see a small hot spring. She looked over her shoulder at him. "I hope you know how to bathe so I wont have to do it." She said teasingly walking over to the far side of the spring that was shrouded by plants and ferns. Looka grunted. "Well enough." He waited until she disappeared behind the plants to check the waters. She then saw her robe land to the floor and heard her step into the spring. He shook his head as he felt the water. As he did, it reminded him of the steam vents of home, within the great mountains. He looked up around him, and then tossed aside the small filthy piece of leather that served weakly as a loincloth, and then lowered him into the hot steamy water. To him it felt marvelous, the slith were naturally lovers of heat. Their cold blood allowed them withstand greater temperatures than normal creatures. The slith enjoyed the heat, and he was not exception. He stood still a moment just to soak a bit, then lowered him self to his nose, floating for a moment. He sighed and rose to look himself over. He was absolutely filthy, it had been awhile since he was able to wash away the grime, Dargoth rarely ever cared that much about his slaves.
Looka slowly began to was away the dirt and grime from his skin, all the while he was unaware that Miw was watching him with rapt attention. Slowly he washed away layer after layer of filth revealing himself more, his skin was a bright shade of crimson, a uncommon color for the slith, one regarded to hold great power of some sort, it was that which made him a slave, his family sold him out so Looka whom was the second born, wouldn't inherit the estate. Looka washed away the last of the grime and looked at his arm. There was a gash there; one he packed with dirt to stopped the bleeding. He scraped way the dirt and dead flesh and let the wound bleed again to clean itself. He lowered his arm into the water, allowing the hot water to wash out the wound more. As he cleaned the wound his thought strayed more to Miw. She was a paradox to him. No mine, no forge, those were the only things slith were good at. Unless you were able to capture a shaman, which was next to impossible.
'Maybe I'm just being paranoid.' He thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard moving water; Miw had gotten out of the other spring and was drying off. She walked around the plant and looked down at Looka, smiling sweetly. "Much better Looka." She said tossing him a towel. He caught the towel and moved to the edge of the spring, trying to wrap the towel around his waist, but he was about four inches short. Miw smiled and giggled sweetly at him as she walked back into her chambers. Looka simply used his hand to hold the towel up around his waist and followed her. She walked over to a large closet and rummaged through it. She pulled out a light azure robe and put it on and reached back into the closet. She pulled out a pair of plain brown pants and tossed them to Looka. Looka looked at them with disdain, then at her with the same expression. "You evidently haven't met many slith have you?" he asked pointing to his legs. Unlike most beings, the slith had an extra joint in their legs that allowed them a wider range of movement, but unfortunately made it impossible to wear pants of any sort, unless enchanted.
Miw smiled and shrugged her shoulders at him. "Fine, walk around naked."