24.Jul.19, 03:02 PM
Another day, another gather. It was gather season and Raigan had damn had enough of them. Wife wasting his marks on shit she didn't need and crafters trying to bilk him out of marks on runners who weren't fit to shit on his hold much less be purchased by him. He knew what he was doing and after the third time, a breeder tried to sell him a swaybacked, old fleabag he'd had enough. He'd politely told the beastcrafter who he was and what he did for a living, the man's eyes had bulged when Raigan mention the craft master hearing about the man's idoicy and Raigan had a jolt of pleasure seeing the fear there. Big hands, smoothed rumpled shirts and Raigan had walked away from the man without breaking a sweat.
Fear and domination was the only thing people like them knew and Raigan was never above instilling both inside someone far inferior to him. He was dressed well, a mark of his station - though minor as it was - and the pressed and starched clothing were finely made. Slender, blunt-tipped fingers snapped the cuff of his shirt straight as he continued on, perhaps to find a toy for his children. Railan would enjoy a new suit, perhaps a pup to sooth his heir's mind. He didn't like the boy but he had no other and Leila wasn't producing again. His daughters were not fit to rule. One a bastard as it were and though his oldest was as ruthless as he was, she was not fit.
He sighed as he walked on. A pup for Railan would do fine. Naia a pretty little bauble and she would be happy. A gift for Leila to keep her judgment silent even if he knew the gift she wanted was not bought but given. He had no desire to give it to her, instead, he gave it to the kitchen workers and maids. They at least had no ulterior motive outside the pleasure he gave. A loveless heart was what his wife wanted and he had nothing left to give her.
He snarled as his shoulder was bumped, "Watch where you're fucking going," he hissed at the stumbling body of a gather goer. Disgusting wretches drunk on fine Benden wine and whatever else they could throw together. Brushing at his shoulder, disgust plain on his face, Raigan made his way towards a stall he could shade himself with. A fine place to watch and judge and perhaps find something to make his time at the gather worthwhile. A nice diversion. A good fuck hid behind something. There was nothing else a gather had to offer really.
He sighed again and watched people milling about. And waited.
Fear and domination was the only thing people like them knew and Raigan was never above instilling both inside someone far inferior to him. He was dressed well, a mark of his station - though minor as it was - and the pressed and starched clothing were finely made. Slender, blunt-tipped fingers snapped the cuff of his shirt straight as he continued on, perhaps to find a toy for his children. Railan would enjoy a new suit, perhaps a pup to sooth his heir's mind. He didn't like the boy but he had no other and Leila wasn't producing again. His daughters were not fit to rule. One a bastard as it were and though his oldest was as ruthless as he was, she was not fit.
He sighed as he walked on. A pup for Railan would do fine. Naia a pretty little bauble and she would be happy. A gift for Leila to keep her judgment silent even if he knew the gift she wanted was not bought but given. He had no desire to give it to her, instead, he gave it to the kitchen workers and maids. They at least had no ulterior motive outside the pleasure he gave. A loveless heart was what his wife wanted and he had nothing left to give her.
He snarled as his shoulder was bumped, "Watch where you're fucking going," he hissed at the stumbling body of a gather goer. Disgusting wretches drunk on fine Benden wine and whatever else they could throw together. Brushing at his shoulder, disgust plain on his face, Raigan made his way towards a stall he could shade himself with. A fine place to watch and judge and perhaps find something to make his time at the gather worthwhile. A nice diversion. A good fuck hid behind something. There was nothing else a gather had to offer really.
He sighed again and watched people milling about. And waited.