Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
04-18-2021, 12:01 AM
There was something exhilarating about tearing across that clearing in the wake of the elk. She felt powerful, on top of the world. She was lost in that feeling, and almost didn’t clear Alastor’s hiding place. As the deer blindly tore through the spot he was hiding, Sera remembered. It was the last moment, and she threw herself to the side, hitting the snow hard, and knocking her noggin against the base of a bush. It was what she deserved for being an idiot.
As she rolled to her paws with a groan, she found Alastor and the elk locked into battle. The black wolf was clearly the stronger, but he struggled to get into the best position to end its life. When he was able to pin it down, he cried out for her. Oh yeah he did say finishing it off might be in her job listing.
She hopped forward and looked from Alastor to elk. She had to get close to him to do it. Closer then she had gotten to him at any other point in their little journey. Her heartbeat picked up and her breath quickened. She remembered the warm breath of the man who had stolen her to be his daughter. His slave. And later, to be his play thing. The catalyst of her escape. In her fear, a great deal of her whites showed, but she made herself step forward. Alaster was holding tightly to the elk as it bucked and fought. He couldn’t keep it up forever. She had to do something dammit. Her choices were to turn around and run away, to be a coward forever. Or, she could step forward and take control of her life, dammit.
She leaped almost before she thought about what she was doing, threw herself towards wolf and elk and grabbed the elk about the throat. her breaths were gasps, her skin felt clammy. She clenched her jaws about its neck, her eyes pinched closed, and ripped. The creature fell still and she backed up so fast she almost tripped again. Her breathing was ragged, and she couldn’t meet Alastor’s eyes. Coward. Coward. That's all she would ever be.
"Speech"
As she rolled to her paws with a groan, she found Alastor and the elk locked into battle. The black wolf was clearly the stronger, but he struggled to get into the best position to end its life. When he was able to pin it down, he cried out for her. Oh yeah he did say finishing it off might be in her job listing.
She hopped forward and looked from Alastor to elk. She had to get close to him to do it. Closer then she had gotten to him at any other point in their little journey. Her heartbeat picked up and her breath quickened. She remembered the warm breath of the man who had stolen her to be his daughter. His slave. And later, to be his play thing. The catalyst of her escape. In her fear, a great deal of her whites showed, but she made herself step forward. Alaster was holding tightly to the elk as it bucked and fought. He couldn’t keep it up forever. She had to do something dammit. Her choices were to turn around and run away, to be a coward forever. Or, she could step forward and take control of her life, dammit.
She leaped almost before she thought about what she was doing, threw herself towards wolf and elk and grabbed the elk about the throat. her breaths were gasps, her skin felt clammy. She clenched her jaws about its neck, her eyes pinched closed, and ripped. The creature fell still and she backed up so fast she almost tripped again. Her breathing was ragged, and she couldn’t meet Alastor’s eyes. Coward. Coward. That's all she would ever be.