Bad Luck

He had been beyond frantic only moments ago, but the feeling of Newt pinning him to the ground had seemed to put his angry mind at ease. "Newt..." Domovei tasted the word, liking the way it fell off his tongue. The word was short and simple, just like his brother's name, but it almost sounded sweeter. She explained that she was the queen of a pack called Lentajin. He had no option to leave... she was far stronger than him, and surely was taking him to nowhere but her own pack. And once there, he knew he couldn't simply sneak off and leave. He would be enslaved until Dario came for him, or until they decided to set him free; there seemed to be no other options in sight.

The lack of freedom became obvious to him, and in many ways, he was thankful. He had no choice but to obey, to act as he always had, as an inferior. Newt had stepped off him, no longer pinning him down. He relaxed on the ground, though the throbbing pain in his shoulder had yet to cease. There was no hint of flight in his body. Rather, all of his muscles had relaxed, his eyes focused on the violent one who called herself Newt. No expression was visible on the feminine creature's muzzle as she spoke of not knowing his brother. For a moment his mind grew confused, the corners of his lips twitching uncomfortably. She didn't know Dario; she had fooled him. Only briefly did his eyes ignite with something akin to rage, but the look was extinguished almost immediately as Newt continued on. She owned him; he was hers, and she would protect and use him at her will. Such a life was not unfamiliar to him, but this female was a near stranger.

Before long Domovei shifted to pull his tired body from the ground. His eyes were pinned on Newt, as if enraptured by the huge female. "My name is Domovei," he offered in a gentle voice, his tones wobbling only slightly.