Bad Luck

Was this how Queens acted, or just this one? Taking others as they saw fit, bringing them home like a fresh kill? No -- he wasn't being treated at though he was nothing but meat. When he grew submissive, she had let go of him. Perhaps he had earned the fresh, stinging wound on his shoulder. With no protest, Domovei slunk after her, crouched close to the ground as though afraid she might attack again.

"Where do I come from?" He repeated with slight confusion, as though wracking his brain for answers. "Ubi bene, ibi patria..." Domovei slurred under his breath, his tones foreign and the pitch of his voice slightly deeper than when he spoke normally. "Where you feel good, there is your home..." He translated loosely, letting his green eyes flicker uncertainly to Newt. Even as he walked his gait was unstable and unsure. That damn pain refused to disappear, even though he tried to focus on anything but. A slight limp crept into his walk, but he refused to show the full extent of his suffering, lest he anger Newt.

"Nowhere in particular... I don't remember. Far from here..." His words were confused and yet strangely thoughtful, as though he was reminiscing of days long past. The male's tail remained tucked securely under his lithe form, as though permanently curled between his hind legs.