He kept his eyes closed as she yabbered above him about how she believed he was going to be fine. He had no idea how she was so certain, he felt certain that he had almost been a goner. His ears twitched as she spoke again, this time easily giving her agreement to teaching him. He raised his head slowly, breathing falling into regular patterns now that he had gotten his breath back. He looked to her, she looked so... calm, and happy, despite the terrible anger he had shown her just a moment before. She didn’t.. She didn’t know, did she? Thats was the closest he had ever coming to killing her. He had truly wanted to hurt her. There was something terrible inside of him, didn’t she see that?
He flinched at her next words, like they were a physical blow, and flattened his ears to his chest. He raised one portion of his lip past his fangs, a partial, silent growl. “I am a slave” he said softly, for if he was not, then what kept him from throwing away his doubts, and taking Deathbelle as his own? He raised his head further, looking to Zee, for a long moment in silence. “I have always been a slave, Deathbelle… our Imperial Majesty... she is not like her parents.” he growled, frustrated at his inability to find the right words to say. Why did Zee have to bring this up.
He looked old as he looked up at Zee, lying as he was, she for once towered over him. “Zee…” he said softly, swallowing emotion he wasn’t certain he understood, or that he wanted to understand. He shook his head, and said no more on it, for she was already bringing up the matter of his coat.
“Those wretched birds…” He sighed, pulling himself tiredly to his paws, the fear and excitement, and his currently heavy heart, didn’t leave him with a great deal of energy. He tossed his head into the air, and he howled a command, the only command the slave ever gave.
Not too long after, Marshall came winging towards him, landing on his back, and peering at him in curiosity. “I need to collect as many feathers as possible, large, long plumed creatures.” he ordered, the vulture peeped once, and then took to the air. He rose upwards, higher and higher, and then with silent wings, he dive bombed towards the lack, and there was an explosion of feathers as he caught and killed a swan, dragging it through the air with powerful beats of his wings, he dumped it before his master. He took to the air again a moment later, searching for his next target. “There.” Sirius said, sinking back to the ground again.
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