Lay Down Tonight

Reila wasn’t really aware of the way Chimera had been looking at her from time to time, or that he may have had the thought of taking advantage of her previous training. Maybe she had put too much trust in him than she should have, but he hadn’t done anything to her from the day they met. She knew what the haze could do to her, but it typically wasn’t used for that in her life on the ship. It was meant for means of control, not necessarily to take what they wanted. Not that it had never happened before. The slavers or the masters rarely ever used it for sexual advances, but the buyers were well aware of how to control them as they wanted. She was used to being attracted to, but also used to being berated and humiliated. It went on opposite sides of the spectrum. It was kind of sad for her to think her only use in life was to be sold and used, or thrown into a ring to fight for her life. She had known nothing else, no ways to happiness.

She dipped her head slightly as he welcomed her, her eyes less intense but still peering up at him. She had known many skills through the few years of her life, and it wasn’t really easy to pick just one. But she had to go with her heart, which told her she wanted to help provide for the pack that helped her heal. She may have claimed home inside Fenmyre, but she still had this sense of wanting to pay back what they had given her. "I’d like to prioritize hunting for now. I’m happy to help where is needed though. Thank you."

"Reila"