Valiant

The den was quiet… dark… but it smelled of her blood… and of her fear. Elpis had been resting, or trying to, after Forsaken made her come back here. She was terrified… terrified of what that man could do. Had done. It hurt all over from where the male had used his fangs to slash into her flesh, particularly on her face where he had racked his fangs across her left eye. Luckily the orb itself hadn’t been heavily damaged… but there was a lack of vision in it now. The main areas he had focused were her face and legs… Blood caking on the injured areas as it dried without proper treatment.

But hearing a familiar voice gave the girl a flicker of courage. She lifted her head, speaking in a voice just barely above a whisper. “V-Viho…” She whimpered, edging closer to the mouth of the den. With the light that fell on her face it wouldn’t be hard to see where the scent of blood came from. Tears began to form in her eyes as the femme hesitated, the memories of the cruel man standing over her and snarling that he’d kill her if she tried to run again…

“I’m scared…” She confessed, her voice still low. Her ears were flicked back against her skull, her gaze darting about as she scanned for Forsaken behind him. “I saw Forsaken come back covered in blood again…” She started to ease out of the den a bit more, tail between her legs as she continued to keep watch.

“Oh Gods Viho is this ever really going to end?” She whimpered. “I don’t know what we did wrong…” She closed her eyes, taking in his scent. Viho was comforting, just by being there. He made her feel safer… like she wasn’t just some object for Forsaken to use. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to run again… afraid of what might happen if ‘saken found her out.

But at the same time there was something screaming at her to go with Viho. A part of her that didn’t want to remain a prisoner forever. A part of her that longed for the freedom that was rightfully hers. “I haven’t seen him in a while though… do… do you think we’ll really get away?”