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- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.

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it's about goddamn time those olgimskys got thrown in the slammer

Arms held behind his back, Alexander Saburov looked at the bull in front of him in a manner that showed that he would not be intimidated by it. He had no clue how it had gotten inside, especially while pulling a cart laden with barrels. He only heard a loud commotion and the clamor of hooves, but by the time he arrived to investigate, the bull was already there.

It had been quite a while already that Saburov waited there with the bull. Artemy was taking his sweet time to arrive, and Saburov begun to feel his patience flag and his irritation steam.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by the bull nuzzling him on his cheek.

“I must remain impartial on this matter.” Saburov said stoically as the bull continued to nuzzle him. “I have already given my decree. Interlopers and intruders are to be removed immediately by any means, even if they are under the jurisdiction of the people of the Kin. You had better hope that Burakh arrives to settle this, or else I will be forced to do what I must.”

“Moo.” Soot replied.

“Though I will admit… Perhaps some leniency could be afforded.” Saburov said. “You are, after all, not well versed in this town’s laws. Maybe a small warning and citation is all that is needed to--”

“Saburov. I have arrived.” You, Oyun, said as you burst through the door. Saburov barely had time to put his arms away from petting Soot, and himself into a more authoritative pose as you entered.

“Foreman Oyun. Welcome.” Saburov said.

“Do nothing to this booha, Saburov. I have taken Artemy’s place to handle him. Spare him your wrath.” You said in your most intimidating-yet-also-plaintive-and-pleading voice.

“Alright.” Saburov said.

“The bulls of the steppe are proud and noble creatures, with talents and abilities that far exceed the ken of man. To extinguish their lives in a moment of irritation is akin to—wait, you will?” You said.

“Yes. This bull has made a convincing case for himself.” Saburov turned to face Soot. “So long as your little friend exits my home without further complications, there’s no need for drastic actions against him. I trust you to handle this matter successfully.”

While Saburov was turned away from you, you gave Soot two thumbs up. Soot, you are absolutely killing it, you tried to telepathically tell Soot. Soot mooed.

“Now then. About the other matter at hand...” Saburov turned to face you. You, Oyun, tried to look as casual as an Oyun could be. Which was a strange combination of ‘not really,’ and intimidating. “What did you have to discuss with me about the Olgimskys?”

This is it, Oyun.

You’ve worked hard for this moment. Collaborating with the Olgimskys, earning for what passes as trust, while scheming behind their back to free your people from servitude.

You no longer cared to make excuses for Böos Vlad’s ‘guidelines,’ which have led to many khatange working themselves to the bone, and living in the cramped and inhuman Termitary. You no longer wanted to see children shy away from using the language of Boddho. You no longer wanted to see your people lose the color and vitality of their souls.

Your own people eyed you with suspicion that you could achieve their freedom. And yet they still hoped. They gave you their testimonies that you carefully heard and memorized. Fragments of a workplace incident where someone was grievously hurt. The report of a crack in the Termitary’s wall that continued to be ignored despite how the people were fearful of its continued growth. The introduction of money and all of its ills to a society that had needed none found the Kin poor and bereft when at one distant time they had all that they had already all that they needed.

The misery and destruction of a culture were told to you, Oyun. Despite your difficulty with matters of speech and writing, you worked dutifully to scribe down the words of your fellows, from yargachin, Odhonge, and even the rumors of children, onto paper in the language of the Town. And now you stood before Saburov, with the documents in your hand. Were you a minotaur that would strike down your enemies, or were you an animal only fit to be ruled by a master? Perhaps being a bull ready to be sacrificed for the benefit of your loved ones was good enough, you thought to yourself.

You handed the evidence that would lock away the Olgimskys to Saburov.

Saburov read the papers. It was clear that he had some difficulty reading your handwriting (it was not easy to hold pens when they were so small in your hand), but it was clear that he was giving the text the proper amount of time to sink into his mind. The only thing you could do in the meanwhile was to clench and unclench your hands in an attempt to stave away the touch of adrenaline in your blood.

At last Saburov read the final page, and closed it. You looked down at him to judge his expression, but it was the same formal one as always. “There are actionable claims in your report, Foreman.” Saburov said. “A fine can be applied to the Olgimskys business.”

“A fine? To their business?” You said. “These are people’s lives at stake, and yet you only give the perpetrators fines as if it was a mere business matter? Where is the punishment? Where is the jail time?” If Saburov saw how your muscles tensed, and how your face grew wrathful, he did not show it. He continued to look you in the eye without a bit of fear.

“I’ve made my decree. I shall not change it.” Saburov said. “If any new incidents come up from this point on, you are welcome to bring it to my attention, and they shall be acted upon as well. I thank you very much for your efforts today so--”

“Olgimsky offered to give your wife his meat.” You said.

“What… did you say?” Saburov’s jawline tightened.

“Böos Olgimsky.” It was your turn to overenunciate things at someone who struggled to understand you. You brought your face closer to him. “Offered. To give your wife. His meat.”

Saburov looked at you with a combination of horror, pain, and sadness. Which then morphed into rage.

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“So I wanted to give Katerina a free steak as a gift. Where is the crime in that? She is the remaining Mistress of the Town. Her predictions have been useful.” Vlad Sr complained from the back of the jail cell. Meanwhile Vlad Jr. held the bars in the cell door’s window.

“Hey, why did I get locked up as well? I might have had my ideas about how much a butcher was supposed to earn per day, but--” Vlad spoke but was immediately interrupted.

“Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! None of you are without sin!” Saburov yelled at him, causing Vlad Jr. to back away from the window lest he be covered in spittle.

So this was it. You, Oyun, had finally put away the Olgimskys into jail. You, with the comfort and support of Soot the bull, watched the scene in front of you, but you did not know how to feel. There were countless many emotions coloring your heart at the moment, and for once you actually felt quite small.

“Moo.” Soot mooed, before nuzzling you on the neck.

“Soot, you truly are an angel. You knew exactly what I needed. Thank you my friend.” You said as you returned Soot’s nuzzle. Everything was going to be alright.

YOU DID IT. YOU HAVE LOCKED AWAY THE OLGIMSKYS.

Saburov made giving steaks illegal. However that decision was overturned in a week due to how meat-centric the Town-on-Gorkhon was.

Vlad Jr., while incarcerated, learned how to make sad, baleful jail house songs using two spoons and his voice as the instrument. Vlad Sr. considered breaking out of jail for the sole purpose of getting away from his son’s horrible singing, but was unable to dig out due to Vlad Jr. hogging all of the spoons.

The Kin were overjoyed at the Olgimskys finally facing justice at last. There was a huge party in your favor. However, they were concerned. For better or worse, they were now a crucial part of the Town’s meat industry. With advice from the Town’s menkhu, Artemy Burakh, it was decided that they could wield this newfound economic role but in a way that no longer benefited solely the Town, but the Kin themselves as well. And you, Oyun, were devoted to continue to be their foreman.

Soot the bull somehow managed to fit back out of Saburov’s doorway with no harm to self, nor door. It was a true miracle to behold. Saburov became less of an ignorant clod about the Kin due to this.

AND YOU, OYUN… have the people’s respect. Not only that, but your own. The heavy weight that you felt that you’ve only been able to endure for so long because of your strength and large stature has evaporated away.

Rest easy, you overly large person, you. You have done well for the day, and I thank you for effort.

GOOD END.

Sorry for forgetting to comment on this action like with the other posts! I was really into the zone with writing this update! I guess I would say something like:

May Boddho caress your feet and your fists as well because you were finally going to do this. Timel Daa. B^)

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