Blood Soaked and Honor Bound

[Mange]

((Hope this is ok.))

Safa stood there, her shackles replaced upon her blood soaked fur as the anger that was brewing within her threatened to overflow. She was lied too. She injured over fifty, and had killed at least twenty. Innocent lives taken at her claws. She didnt know if she would ever be able to rinse clean the blood that soaked her butter-cream fur, or the faced of those who she had slain.
Shaking, not with fear or terror (unlike alot of the other slaves..) but with rage, Safa's sea-foam eyes glared at Ukir, and Flattpot. She was lied too. Being a slave was one thing. But being promised your freedom and then denied it, it was another. The urge to vomit churned within her stomach, she had come off her high of battle lust far to quickly, the icy cold shouts of her masters calling her back to there sides shattering any hope of climax within battle.
This was her life. There life. Beaten, burnt, exausted.
Blood soaked and honor Bound.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

((This'll be the thread for those returning to the ship - the slaves (old and new), Flattpot, and Ukir.))

Flattpot grinned at the pretty, blood-soaked queen, smacking his whip across the small of her back. "Keep on going," he told her, adjusting the weight of another pretty queen (Smokkate) over his shoulder. "You'll soon be back at your oar... bet you can't wait for that, hmm? Otherwise, you would have actually killed some of those Monniks..."

[Mange]

As the whip bit at her back, almost teasingly the queen jerked her head and then her body around to face Flattpot. He lied. He lied to all of them. She was promised freedom if she killed. And killed she did. The horror struck faces of her victims were still laying there within the field if he wished to see them. The blood that soaked her was little her own, and mostly that of those who she slaughtered…all for nothing. The guilt that washed upon her made her stomach boil even more, but her anger was far to strong to allow anything to happen.
“If you were watching the battle you would have noticed that I killed over ten….just as I was instructed to do…SIR!” Safa growled, the only reason for her paws not being wrapped around his neck was because they were currently bound together in front of her. The blood was drying upon her fur was caked and matted, the sickly copper scent overpowering her normal foreign sweet aroma.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

"I'm sorry," Flattpot said, shaking his head, a look of profound sorrow on his face. "I was busy myself, killing my own Monniks. I have no way of knowing if you truly did kill those cats, or if you're just exaggerating, hoping to use the accomplishments of someone else to win your undeserved freedom." He adjusted the unconscious queen on his shoulder. "I cannot set free a slave who did not bring back indisputable proof of their kills."

[Mange]

Safa growled, snapping her jaws at Flattpot violently, moving her paws to choke the whip master, but the chains wouldn’t allow it.
“You filthy dog! You filthy lying son of a b*tch!” Again she went to strike at him, tearing at her binds. A life of service wasn’t what was bothering her. She knew that her fate was to be upon that boat, to row, and to be Ukirs personal punching bag. But the fact that she had –killed- for them, taken innocent lives for her freedom. It was selfish, greedy, and sickening. For her freedom she had killed. And now she had nothing but a handful of new scars to show for it. Her chest now bore a new crisscross scar that was still weeping blood, a permanent reminder of this ordeal.

[Shannon]

Diavolo watched Safa and Flattpot with a blank face and a heavy heart. He had done the same thing during his first battle. He had killed more than twenty-five innocent cats, excited to buy his freedom. And Mirabelle's.

He should have realized it would never be that easy.

Volo walked beside Safa, his bloody fur brushing hers. He didn't want Flattpot to kill her. Flattpot killed or maimed any slave that struck him. Safa reminded him or his own daughter, and he didn't want another young queen being hurt.

Diavolo walked ahead, the thought of cleaning his wounds enough to keep him going.

[Mange]

The butter-cream queens stare upon Flattpot only diverted for a moment as Volo brushed against her, those sea-foam eyes quickly turning to him.
The time she had spent on board the ship, Safa didnt ever speak to the other slaves. Figuing what was the point of building any kind of friendship if the next day it could be torn apart? Rather be alone, then broken hearted the queen had build a wall around herself. She didnt need anyone. She didnt want anyone. Others were just a weakness. Something that could be used against her. And that was the last thing she needed to give them was leverage.
Ocean-like eyes watched as he walked past her, her fur brusitling as she attempted to calm herself. But then again this was Flattpot before her, the bold face lying son of a...
With a feral growl the queen attempted to strike him, shackles or not.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Flattpot laughed and struck out with his whip, right across Safa's pretty face, once, twice, thrice. "Silly kitten," he said, shaking his head. "Stupid little queen. What do you think this will accomplish, hmm?"

[Mange]

Snarling as her head jerked to the side and back, blood now oozing from a wound upon her lip Safa gave another growl to Flattpot. Her ears were set flat against her skull as she adressed him. "Nothing...but it makes me -feel- better..." Hell, at least she was honest.

[orangekittencream]

"You still feel? Suprising. You should learn by now that feelings don't matter on this boat. Silly kitten."

Ukir mocked her, using Flattop's words for her. He was following behind them and brought out his own whip just incase she tried to lash out again. Stupid Queen. The Tom sneered and shrugged. Stupid slaves. All of them. Did they really think they were getting out so easily?

[Arya]

Matamore crossed his arms as he walked onto the ship casting everyone a glare. He was not happy about having all the slaves sicked on him, making him run off like a wimp. He walked pushed past the slaves on his way to the cabin, unleashed his claws, seeing Ukir and Flattpot. He roughly with his claws still out pushed Ukir out of his way, not saying anything but just grunting, before mumbling in French. "Les idiots fous stupides, de guerre, en pensant ils peuvent faire/me/ressembler à une poule mouillée infront de chacun." He growled under his breath, before he turned around. "Have you two really dropped so low as to bully a small little slave? I know that you two can't fight real toms, but picking on a wimpy little queen? You two make rats look good." He said with a chuckle before turning around and going back to heading to his room, though he was perpairing himself for an attack.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

"Tell you what, princess," Flattpot said to Safa with a growl. He nodded toward Matamore's retreating back. "You kill that little mouse, and I'll conveniently forget you were ever one of our slaves. No tricks, like last time. He ends up dead, and you walk. We got a deal?"

[Mange]

Safa couldnt for the life of her understand why everyone was adressing her as 'small' or 'little' or even worse 'wimpy'. Safa had probably been in more fights then all of these toms combined, and -she- was still breathing to tell about it. Then again, it was probably just to offend her. And it worked. So maybe the stupid part was right...
Hissing the butter-cream queen tried once again to strike at Flattpot, her fangs a few inches from his neck as she growled her reply. "More lies Sir?" Another jerk, the chains clanking in protest. "How and why should I believe a dog like you?"

[Munkustrap Etc.]

"Because we were honest last time," Flattpot said. "Prove you killed a Monnik. You couldn't. This time, you don't even have to prove you did it. He just has to end up dead. Or gone. Out of my fur." Flattpot flicked his tail, and then his whip. "I'd do it myself, but Grum frowns on a pirate getting killed by a pirate. You, however, aren't a pirate, and won't have to worry about a thing." He shrugged. "Besides, it's only a matter of time before one of the queens he likes to fuck gets a spine and offs him. You just get to be that lucky one."

[Mange]

Safa certainly hope he ment the killing part, and not the fucking part. Somehow she managed to retain herself all these years, and was damned to let a grubby tom take that from her. Apperances made quite a diffrence. If she was pretty, no doubt she would be prey to toms advances, forceful as they were. But seeing she was scarred, and hard...they looked her over.
And she was pleased with that fact. Rather be ugly then used and tossed away like garbage. Striking was the best way to discribe the queen. Something diffrent, unknown. Her only saving grace was her eyes perhapse, but even now those were casted by the large mane that sheilded her face and most of her abused back.
"Fine." Even as those words left her lips she regretted it. The sick feeling burning within her again. So what? Another life to the pile. Just another one. It shoudlnt matter. But it did. This one had a name...Matamore. "I will do it...Sir.."