Lost Lamb

Once she had finished filling it in she still did not stand to her full height of seventeen inches. She feared him thinking her challenging him in any way. Slaves that challenged their masters found death, and quickly. She was no muscular giant, no. She was a small slim girl with no choices given to her but to do what she must to survive.

She almost hated the fact that Vale had found her. Though she kept this quiet and to herself. No need to anger the Apollyon. She'd already done that apparently by just wishing to be left alone in a secluded nook of the maw.

He thanked her for her compliance and she perked what remained of her ears when he did so. Why thank her? It was the slave's duty to obey, even if the orders were said to just cause the slave torture or pain. He started to move off and she pinned her ears again. Did he want her to follow him? Or was he finished with her? She wasn't sure but he had come all the way here to find her so he likely expected her to follow. She did so slowly and unsure of it at first.

Once he started speaking she knew he had wanted her to follow. She did her best to listen and stay with him on whatever path he had chosen to lead her on. She was silent even as he commented on her scars. His explanation though left her thinking that perhaps he needed to learn what cruelty she had lived through. She didnt dare tell him yet though. It wasn't her place to speak freely.

When he finished speaking he asked her if she understood and she nodded repeating what she had once heard from Sintaro, though he might of lied as well just to gain her trust. "Strength comes in many forms, my lord." she was hushed. She had said what she had only to try to appease him and hopefully let him know that she was strong in her own ways. She knew rituals and how to properly sacrifice things, as well as herbal knowledge from listening to the healers of her old pack.

She was careful as she moved forward. Her forepaw were used to feel in front of her, skimming the ground for cracks and other things that could cause her to trip as they traversed up towards the mountain's den. She was no stranger to nightmares and what the world was either. She knew cruelty was in every wolf's heart. Each were capable of unspeakable horrors and even she did not diverge from this. She wished ill on all that sought to give her pain. Sintaro most of all.