“Come on, ye lazy lump ‘o bones!” the woman yells, while the fat one cracks his whip over the Ursur’s head. For a moment, the pathetic creature moves a little faster, but even easy prey can’t seem to motivate the depressed and broken bear. It lumbers on, slowly plowing the snow flat until ann ill-placed ‘encouragement’ from the whip hits the dry leather harness and it snaps off one shoulder, dropping halfway off the beast.
“Ya fuckin shithead!” the smarter one yells at the stupid one, immediately trying to coax more small animals out to overwhelm the emaciated bear before it realizes it’s halfway to freedom. “Ah slipped,” the man whines in defense as he darts forward, getting as close as he dares to fix the harnass. Clearly nervous to be this close, instead of mending the original break, he creates a new piece of leather, thick and heavy and it seems to do the trick - for now.
The mind-controlled animals thin out and the woman guard scowls, hissing, “Yer lucky if ‘is Excellency don’t skin yah fer dat.” Cause it'll be on his stupid, fleshy head, not hers.
“Ya fuckin shithead!” the smarter one yells at the stupid one, immediately trying to coax more small animals out to overwhelm the emaciated bear before it realizes it’s halfway to freedom. “Ah slipped,” the man whines in defense as he darts forward, getting as close as he dares to fix the harnass. Clearly nervous to be this close, instead of mending the original break, he creates a new piece of leather, thick and heavy and it seems to do the trick - for now.
The mind-controlled animals thin out and the woman guard scowls, hissing, “Yer lucky if ‘is Excellency don’t skin yah fer dat.” Cause it'll be on his stupid, fleshy head, not hers.
