Yara's ears twitched at the soft hiss that cut through the stillness of the thicket. Her sun-yellow eyes darted to the source of the sound, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the serpentine form of Basilisk's Wyrm Larimer, rising from the undergrowth. The creature's wings spread out, casting eerie shadows in the moonlight.
Basilisk's voice, smooth and threatening, reached her ears. “She's deathly poisonous. One bite and you'll be writhing on the floor in the worst agony of your life before you die. I've seen wolves bitten by her attempt to claw their own face off. You can take that route, if you like. Or you can surrender yourself to me now.”
Yara's mind raced, weighing her options. The creature before her was unlike anything she had encountered, and the threat of its poison was terrifying. The ambition and fire within her were strong, but the desire to live, to survive, was stronger.
With a deep breath, Yara made a choice. She couldn't risk the agony and death described by the intimidating wolf. Her sharp eyes darted around, seeking any possible escape, but the presence of the Wyrm and the imposing figure of her pursuer left her with little choice.
Slowly, she stepped back from the undergrowth, her ears flattening slightly in submission. "I yield," she said, her voice steady but laced with an undertone of reluctance. Her body tensed, ready to react if the situation took a worse turn, but for now, she complied.
Her heart pounded as she stood there, her mind still racing with plans and contingencies. She would bide her time, wait for the right moment to break free. For now, she would have to play along, hoping that her captor would show a shred of mercy or a moment of weakness she could exploit.
As she met the eyes of the towering wolf before her, she held onto the defiance burning within her. She might have been forced into submission, but her spirit remained unbroken. She would find a way out of this, no matter what it took.
