Lost Lamb

She had no idea that the apollyon had been to the large den where lots of lower ranked members seemed to stay. She stayed away from that place though. Even among them she had no place, she was less social and probably too flighty to be among them. She knew true hardships and cruelty. They mostly did not.

She had been in her den for a while now, after her day yesterday she was tired. She had luckily found an elderberry Bush and some juniper. She had it stored in her den. The berries she knew the use of, mostly. The juniper not so much, though she recognized its scent and knew healers used it for something. She intended to ask Zuriel later if she knew the plant, that was if she could ever get the courage to go find the woman. She was busy for the moment, nosing th hrough the elderberries, counting them and placing them in leaves where she would be storing them as small doses for pups and some with a berry more for adults. She intended to take this all to Zuriel later, after all no one would likely be okay with taking medication or treatment from someone of her stature.

A sound pushed it's way into her den, her remanants of ears pinned back. Her eyeless face moved towards the sound. "H-hello? Lady Zuriel? I-is that y-you?" the scent was close to hers but then it clicked in her head. This wasn't the kind demon mother, this was in fact the demon mother's mate, the Apollyon. Her paws pedaled her backwards, her rump curling under her fearfully. Her berries spilled from their leaves in her panicked state. Her head lowered completely and she pressed into the back wall of her den. She knew leaders before him and he smelled alone, leaders were always abusive. She was ready for the beating to come. "T-t-take w-whatever y-you w-want....." her voice came scared, and hushed. She wasn't going to scream. She knew better. No help would come and it would be like this always.

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