Establishment

The blush woman watched as Cifarelli ordered his snake to check the prospective den site, her bright orbs darting from his broad figure and the disappearing form of Merizi as it slithered inside. Cierzo's heart skipped a beat as she was left alone with him, though the snake was barely any company – at least it seemed like it tolerated her and left her alone well enough.

Each breath she took seemed to tighten the knot around her neck, its symbolism with her predicament didn’t go unnoticed. She had never been put on a leash before. Even though she had been trained from a young age to be obedient and subservient through any ill treatment – she was reminded of just how frightening this pack of wolves was. She clung to the hope that perhaps Cifarelli would offer her protection, though she couldn't shake the nagging doubt that she was merely his possession, at his mercy. Of course she was.

As the snake returned with an all clear, Cierzo was pulled forward by a commanding gaze and resolute tone. We will live here. With a resigned nod, she followed silently behind him, her steps measured and deliberate. She was to step lightly, delicately – just like her mother always taught her. Her peach skull leveled and parallel to the ground, making sure to keep a half lidded gaze – that’s how she would appeal to her husba-... captor? Though he spoke little, she understood at the very least that she was his property now. Property alone.

As they entered, her eyes briefly scanned the mossy walls and the small bit of foliage within the den, all the while the sudden seclusion with the dark brute brought a thrill of anticipation down her spine. She dared not speak, her gaze fixed ahead as she trailed behind him, the leash taut between them like a fragile lifeline.


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