Guts and Glory
10-14-2013, 02:29 PM
Metal clinked together as she crossed her paw silver shackles sitting just above either forepaw. It was her gift from Glaciem, bindings that showed all who she belonged to, as if the foul scent that now clung to her coat wasn't enough. Her chin rested on the ground, just to the right of her legs. Azalea was surprisingly calm, as the worst of the "storm" had come to pass. Isardis had managed to have his way with her and against everything she stood for her body had enjoyed every moment of him touching her. They had tied. Teeth clenched. They had tied. She didn't feel any change, not yet at least. Perhaps the hump happy lord had ejaculated himself sterile? Azalea had recently become aware that Isardis has again challenged for liberty, damn persistent he was. He had won. She could only imagine her aunt's horror at having to give away another wolf. Liberty had told her she would give the king hell if he ever got a hold of her. Was she still fighting now? Had she crumpled as Azalea had? She needed to see her friend. She had to. Standing up she looked around for sign of any Glaciem wolves. It was fairly obvious that she wasn't trying to run away anymore. Tail lifted when she realized the coast was clear, walking at a rushed pace. Her nose worked but she really had no idea where Liberty might be, where they might be keeping her. As she lost sight of her make shift home she moved more urgently. She hadn't exactly become an expert on Glaciem since arriving and didn't know much on the placing of common grounds. Wolves could be waiting just around the next turn. "Liberty? Liberty?" Her calls were a loud whisper spoken every now and then as she went. Hopefully she would find her friend in one piece. |
