crusade

Lia could only watch as Vanta circled around the slaver. She felt the paralysing grip of her failure. The awful, painful truth of just how much of a liability she was to the stunning crusader whose company she had chosen to keep. She couldn’t see behind her, so she didn’t see what was happening. She just felt him falter, stumble. His grip on her neck seemed to loosen and she dragged in a full breath of fresh air.

In that same instance, Vanta charged. Ploughing into the slaver, and releasing her. Almost before she knew what was happening, the silvery wolf was between her and her captor. Safe. She was safe. She raised a paw to her bleeding neck and held it there as Vanta spoke. Threatening the slaver, and demanding he pass on a message. Ensuring that the world he lived in would shake, and feel his fear.

When he was at last gone, she sagged a little, her horns hanging limply as she looked at Vanta. “I’m alright, I’m alright. Foolish through I am…” She had almost gotten them into a bad situation, but Vanta had gotten them out of it.


"Lia"