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Tiero was still new to this job, this service to its new master. There were so many more hoops to jump through here than at its last post of being a guard. Everybeing seemed to enjoy to get together and talk about things everyday. Tiero sighed inwardly, just another meeting, stuck in a muggy room, instead of doing something worthwhile. But Tiero knew its new master was not one to mess with, and knew its job was to remain by its side, lest Tiero be needed.

Tiero finished its assignment early, and awaited its master's appearance at the meeting. As Tiero sat and waited, a rhythmic clicking snapped its attention to the table. Scampering across the table went Tschoepkendt, Tiero's personal ass pain that followed from the Bastille of condemned souls. No being in this realm of Fate seemed to understand Tschepke, let alone Tiero. They used a spoken language, while Tiero and Tschepke could slide by with out words. The beings at least tolerated Tiero, whilst no being seemed to enjoy the weasel creature's presence. Lord Chorin being no exception. If any being hated Tschepke more, it was Lord Chorin.

Well enough, Tiero hated drawing attention to itself, but took note that everyone that had made it to the meeting had their eyes fixed on Tschepke, who was helping itself to some berries. Tiero merely leaned back against the chair, folded its arms and crossed its legs, while it silently watched its 'ward', as Lord Acekantun had dubbed Tschepke.

"Master Chorin is going to walk in and find you defiling this table and that food, and crush your head...you are aware of that, are you not?" Tiero stated to Tschepke in complete silence.

Tschepke raised its head, with a berry crammed in its mouth.
"What is the purpose of food then, my dearest little messenger, if not to be eaten? "
Are you afraid of your master that much? How pathetic you have gotten since we came here," Tschepke added with a bit of malice, on its way back towards Tiero.

"For I being the pathetic one, you certainly moved over here in such a hurry. " Tiero responded, with a hint of dark laughter tinging its voice.
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Really quick sketch/color of Tschepke. I was sick all night last night, so I was pretty much worthless today, so I just did this to make it worthwhile. And then I randomly felt like writing this last minute. This was the story that was behind the pic, but I wasn't gonna write it T-T Sorry if you didn't want a story. It probably makes no sense. Hmm...I'm tired. I need ko'ed.

Tschepke/story/art (c) Me

Description
Tiero was still new to this job, this service to its new master. There were so many more hoops to jump through here than at its last post of being a guard. Everybeing seemed to enjoy to get together and talk about things everyday. Tiero sighed inwardly, just another meeting, stuck in a muggy room, instead of doing something worthwhile. But Tiero knew its new master was not one to mess with, and knew its job was to remain by its side, lest Tiero be needed.

Tiero finished its assignment early, and awaited its master's appearance at the meeting. As Tiero sat and waited, a rhythmic clicking snapped its attention to the table. Scampering across the table went Tschoepkendt, Tiero's personal ass pain that followed from the Bastille of condemned souls. No being in this realm of Fate seemed to understand Tschepke, let alone Tiero. They used a spoken language, while Tiero and Tschepke could slide by with out words. The beings at least tolerated Tiero, whilst no being seemed to enjoy the weasel creature's presence. Lord Chorin being no exception. If any being hated Tschepke more, it was Lord Chorin.

Well enough, Tiero hated drawing attention to itself, but took note that everyone that had made it to the meeting had their eyes fixed on Tschepke, who was helping itself to some berries. Tiero merely leaned back against the chair, folded its arms and crossed its legs, while it silently watched its 'ward', as Lord Acekantun had dubbed Tschepke.

"Master Chorin is going to walk in and find you defiling this table and that food, and crush your head...you are aware of that, are you not?" Tiero stated to Tschepke in complete silence.

Tschepke raised its head, with a berry crammed in its mouth.
"What is the purpose of food then, my dearest little messenger, if not to be eaten? "
Are you afraid of your master that much? How pathetic you have gotten since we came here," Tschepke added with a bit of malice, on its way back towards Tiero.

"For I being the pathetic one, you certainly moved over here in such a hurry. " Tiero responded, with a hint of dark laughter tinging its voice.
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Really quick sketch/color of Tschepke. I was sick all night last night, so I was pretty much worthless today, so I just did this to make it worthwhile. And then I randomly felt like writing this last minute. This was the story that was behind the pic, but I wasn't gonna write it T-T Sorry if you didn't want a story. It probably makes no sense. Hmm...I'm tired. I need ko'ed.

Tschepke/story/art (c) Me