Along the Ledge
11-18-2018, 12:24 PM
She was incredibly submissive, and the more she stuttered out her explanations the more it made sense. Her purpose was to be sacrificed, to demons. He would have never believed such a story if her form were not torn and taken from so ruthlessly already. He felt a sympathy in his heart he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt for anyone. He suppressed a growl that tried to bubble up in his chest, the evil that had been done to her.. for what? More like the executioner’s own sadistic purposes than what she called demons. The only demons were the ones who could bring themselves to take from an innocent like the tiny she wolf before him. The same feeling of needing justice he felt for his own slaver’s he began to feel for the ones that had done this to her. "What would they do that they haven’t already done? Why hold to rules created by someone who obviously wants you dead?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help the hate that seethed into his words. He doubted she would be able to discern that they were for her masters and not herself. "I want to show you that life can be more than being a slave." His voice was much more calm and soft as he found himself kneeling on the ground as Basil spoke again. "Abaven is a gentle pack, we seek justice but aren’t warmongers or slavers." He tried to lock eyes with the larger lemur. "I don’t want you to die for some sadistic pleasure." He was feeling more and more like going to plan B at this point. |
