This Is The End

Had she lost consciousness? It was difficult to tell. What she did know was that she was jarred awake by movement, as though she was being lifted. At first the girl struggled, though weakly. Fiery eyes opened wide and she gasped, trying to focus on the creature that had her in its grasp. Her first thought was that her keeper had found her, but as she looked, she noted that the fur beneath her was black and red rather than pale white and grey. It calmed the girl, but only a bit. She didn't know anything about this wolf, but as long as he wasn't the master, she would deal with it when she could.

Aside from the loss of blood, Valtiel was running a raging fever. The wound in her leg was a bit infected from her long journey. She knew nothing of healing and so she'd done nothing about the wound in her leg aside from lick it to try and staunch the bleeding. "Please," she tried to speak, but her mouth was so dry and gritty that her voice was choppy and rough. The young wolf coughed, gasping a bit for air before she tried again. "Please don't let him catch me."

Valtiel had been a product of the union between a personal slave and her master. As such, the girl had also been considered a slave, though she'd been taken better care of than most. When her father died unexpectedly, she and her mother were given to someone else, being the property that they were. Their new master had ravaged her mother, resulting in the woman's death. Valtiel had seen it all. He'd made her watch. She had escaped that night while he slept, but he'd caught up to her. These were his teeth marks in her leg, his saber fangs sinking down into muscle and tissue. She'd fallen victim to his lust after but had once again escaped while he slept. The obsidian girl had made it quite some distance before he woke, but she had heard his howl, telling her that he was coming for her. That had been before she passed out. Now here they were.

"Please," she said again before unconsciousness claimed her once more. It was all too much for one so young. She could only hope that whoever had her in their grasp was a kinder sort than the on that hunted her. Valtiel was at their mercy.

"Valtiel"