Stopping to sip the red wine

*Felicita* · 11-09-2013, 08:35 PM

Felicita knew the second she took off that escape was futile. Oddity's razor sharp canines had sunk deep into the flesh of her neck once more, tearing already-ragged chunks of skin clean off of her scruff. The girl screamed once in pain as she was yanked back and slammed to the ground. Felicita had twisted as her body left the ground, and landed with her left paw bent awkwardly under her. The young woman didn't hear a snap, thankfully, but the pain was still excruciating. Fell released a single whine as her body hit the ground, and she laid there, stunned. Moments after Felicita had been thrown to the earth, Oddity released her, once again causing blood to pour from the tear and puncture wounds on her neck. Felicita panted, fear setting her heart racing. Oddity stared down at her, and Felicita's emerald green eyes met his, feeling a burst of defiance. An unknown expression crossed Felicita's face, wrinkling her muzzle and pulling onyx lips back to display ivory fangs. A rumble built deep inside the woman's chest, and exited her maw in the form of a snarl, the tones ripping from her throat. It was a sound that Felicita had never made before in her entire existence.

?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.

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