Moral to the Story

The world outside her temporary sanctuary grew quiet once more. The voices a dull thrum as they spoke. "Ganymede, my name is Ganymede. And yes, I know who you are, arrogant demon prince." The name of Ultyr didn't leave their lips, but then again perhaps that's what they called him in places outside Archnemes. She knew him as Prince Ultyr and his father as King Aryn. "Demon Prince?" Ultyr seemed amused somewhat at least. Did he win? Was the other striped one now shackled as she was?

Fighting wasn't her friend. The sound of it having her mind elsewhere though she knew where her body was. She'd heard the screams again. She had used her best defense mechanism, hide where you couldn't be reached. Her eyes watered. And then the sound of approach and her nickname falling from his lips. "What of you Kitten?" As if he hadn't just attacked someone to take their freedom from them. As if he was innocent in this. Her body rose and spun on him quickly, chin already lifting to him and eye sealing shut as he looked in on her. Safety, she wanted safety. But if he was pissed was that really safety? What would he do this time? Last time a tantrum had happened he had choke slammed her. This time it was more than herself that she needed to think of. "Come out. Do you think me a Demon?" His words had her eye cutting to his orange ones. Did he ask her as a trick? Demons didn't exist. A shake of her head, but she wasn't coming out. But she did inch ever so slightly closer, just out of his reach. Her eye searching for his mood, was he pissed? Did the other under his thumb make him happy? He may of never left physical marks on her but as miss rose said, "Forgive, but never forget." and she wouldn't forget. She loved him yes but that didn't mean he was without flaw.

Her search didn't find tension in him, but the man was good at masking things. But she also knew he only had so much patience. Her ears pressed and she made her choice. She couldn't stay there forever. Another slow slink towards him, before another, as if watching for any sign he was about to snap. Aryn had ruined her trust of angry men for him. She kept slinking until she was at his feet, unless he snapped or sounded angry, if that happened she was going right back in and not coming out! She may be his slave but she was still a living being under it all. She did have feelings and right now her feelings were extreme versions of themselves.

"Things I Hear"