I was taking the basket back to Master's wagon, just a hum of the early evening rolling upon the plains, and a few happy thoughts fusing with my tender aching muscles from working that stance pose thing from Selene. Though it was all good, I was liking the warmth. I think the high point of the night came as I was watching Catch walk towards the wagons with baskets with bobbling heads trying to make many many crimson points all across her arms. From the look of features, body motion and her hair, I will say....She was one hot mess! It funny. It was...damn funny. It was like a moving billboard of rope and wood, that wasn't painted pictures of food or drinks, even a slut or two, displayed at some new Inn or Tavern, no, this seemed like a sign of "Fucking, cluck, Fuck Fuck pluck." And when that vision danced across my mind I was almost on the ground laughing. When Catch about screamed my name, I had to fight for a breath before running to help. Taking one of the baskets, I have to say, it was one of the first times I have ever seen an angry vulo. Not that I knew anything about vulo's but ain't ever seen them like this. I asked if these were some rare meat eating vulos or something. So we had baskets of vulos and no place to put them. These fuckers were steady trying to eat my fingers. I had to think..think...think. How to make a vulo happy? How to calm the savage beast? How to get......Oooooh yes I got it! I shall have to thank Master for this idea next time I see Him. I simply took the basket and dunked it in a barrel of water. I mean, it worked for me right? Catch was asking questions, and I don't think she really got the jest of the action as she pulled my arm to bring the vulos back up. I have to say, maybe if I had a few more ihn's to keep them under it might have worked but right now...They were more pissed after the daze came out from over them. By then, Catch thought of the slave wagon as a good nesting home, as I had suggested one of the supply raid stuff wagons, but it would be a lot of work to move everything. Catch was right, hard to work with pissed vulo wanting to eat you. She went to start moving stuff out of the slave wagon and I attempted to move chains and a few things when I walked out to the platform and this huge black vulo came flying at me! It was trying to eat my head! At that point one of the wet vulo heads popped up to take a snap at my finger and just as an reaction I grabbed it and starting to use the wet flapping vulo to make the big black one go away! I think the Black Vulo was as stunned as the poor vulo in my hands that I had used the vulo as a weapon. It wasn't till later that I figured out it wasn't a big ass black vulo flying at me, but at that moment, everything was a vulo. Catch pulled me in the wagon, and I stuffed the now very dazed vulo back in the basket until we could finish up. Catch pushed a huge old trunk by the entrance so we could tie down the flaps enough to keep them inside. She ran out with a jump over the trunk, I lingered a bit to make sure the passed out vulo was still alive, his legs were moving, so he was good. Now, it took a couple ehn's for it to register that she just said...lets go get the rest. The rest??? Armed with baskets in each hand..Thanks Catch, we headed to this vulo wagon. I have to say first off. Stinky. Little bastards smelled bad. Or it just smelled there. I would have to make sure to hang some scented wax near the wagon cause I didn't want Master's camp to smell like.....This. It was more of an adventure trying to catch them! Only one accident, I jumped at one, and it went right under me. Splat! Lets just say.....Dinner. Dinner and a wound, the small little beak stabbed me in the side! Nothing major, but it was sore. I got scolded good by this Vulo Mistress that came out. She attempted to make me feel guilty for treatment for Master's gifts, but damn it, hard to feel bad when I was bleeding. Then She told me..TOLD ME...I would be back tomorrow for some vulo care lessons. I sure would be. One of my first major lessons...No pissing off Master's close people. Yeah I know, shouldn't do any Free Person, but truly not Master's people above all! I figured since She was giving Him a herd of vulos, either Master LOVES vulo, or this was a good gift for some reason. Then something amazing happened. Catch whistled. The vulo came. Whistle and the vulo will come. That was some crazy shit! She told me to try, of course I can't whistle for nothing! It sounded like someone getting their lungs crushed under the clawed foot of a kaiila. Though, I did try. So there we went, finely feathered and worse for wear by the time we got them all in the wagon. We finished pulling some of the slave stuff in the supply wagon, after a long bath in the stream, I don't think I washed my hair enough for I felt...dirty! By the time I hit the furs near the fires with Catch...I was out.
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