Stopping to sip the red wine
11-09-2013, 07:35 PM
?Refrain yourself, Oddity!? The words came from an unknown source, causing Felicita to break her stare-down with Oddity and search for the wolf who had spoken. The chocolate and cream fae realized her mistake too late, wincing as the torn flesh of her neck screamed a protest. However, the woman's eyes had already found the speaker. He was a large albino male, and a shiver of fear and anxiety ran down Felicita's spine as she realized he carried the same scent as Oddity. This must be the king Oddity spoke of.. Felicita thought. However, whereas Oddity emanated a malicious presence, this wolf carried himself with an air of pride, and he oozed authority and leadership. It was too much to hope that he would treat her more kindly than Oddity had, so the girl contented herself with the thought that he had at least stopped the ebony brute's assault. Felicita trembled at the obedience this King commanded. He was completely sure of himself and his leadership, an almost arrogant pride. The woman frowned as the male spoke to her with such hostile tones; what had she done wrong, other than be kidnapped against her will, brutally attacked, and brought before a King that could do whatever he possibly wanted to her? Felicita knew now that there was no way she could escape on her own. The woman was slightly aware of the King continuing to speak to Oddity, but she was currently lost in thought. Briefly, the young woman's mind drifted to her elder brother, Salvatore. He would be livid, should he find out what had occurred. And so would Dexter.. Fell thought. It took every ounce of strength in the girl's body to suppress the whine that begged to be released at the thought of Dexter. She could only pray that he would become concerned when she missed their rendezvous, and thus search for her. She could only pray. Speech, |