Breaking barriers

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

From the dark confines of the den, Callisto stared at the broad back of her captor. Her silvery blue eyes bore holes into the back of his skull, slit lines of red through his white coat, and flayed him apart piece by disgusting piece. She had been taken from a life of comfort and dignity and had been forced to submit to the worst kind of hell possible. He had taken her in the cave when she had been at her most vulnerable and then dragged her back to his home within the north, a means, he warned, of ensuring that whatever demonic seeds took within her womb would grow to full term. She had hoped and prayed it would not happen, wished for some means of getting away to find a proper plant to alleviate her of her possible predicament, but he had never been far enough away for her to try. He was keeping his word painfully well, and she was starting to think he may have had good reason for it after all.

She lay upon her stomach, body poised to rise at a moment's notice, and rested her chin upon her outstretched forelegs. Her eyes, though tired and listless, did not waver in the hate-filled stare that they sent toward the purple-eyed wolf who kept her prisoner, determined not to let her guard down again. She doubted he would have done anything worse than make her pregnant but she was still searching for a moment of inattention, something that she could use as a means of getting away and finding safety within her pack and the plants that would assuredly take away her current condition.

There was no such luck this day, just as there had been none for many days before. Rather the only possible distraction that arose was the call of Lel's other pawn, obviously in some sort of distress, but though she could see that her captor intended to answer the request for his presence the second he turned back to look at her she knew her moment of freedom was still far from reach. She nearly growled herself as he ordered her to her paws, hesitated for as long as she dared before she did as he commanded. Slowly, so as to defy him as much as she was able, she left the den, noting his caution in waiting to watch her leave and guide her to the proper location, and followed his direction toward where the other dimwitted female denned.

She stood off to one side, unnervingly well within the sight of Lel, as he peeked within the den and spoke to the wolf inside. Even from here Callisto could hear the pained noises she was making, and though it confused and irked her at first realization dawned after she caught the scents exuding from the den. The other wolf was pregnant too, and just about ready to give birth. Feeling her own stomach knot at the thought that, eventually, the wolf inside the den would soon be her, the grey and black girl felt suddenly sick. This was not the future that she wanted for herself, this was not something that she wanted to go through, for anyone. She wanted to be alone and left to her plants and learning their uses and applying her skill where it suited her. How did everything go so wrong?

Broken from her pitying reverie, Callisto blinked at her captor as he again addressed her, tempted right from the start to answer no and keep her plant knowledge to herself. Like hell was she going to offer her skills to the bastard who got her pregnant and dragged her away to live with him until she birthed his demon spawn. But something told her that, while he was keen on keeping the pups within her alive, the same could not be said about her once they were out. Could he hold a grudge that long? Even so, she could not entirely stop herself from answering negatively, boldly despite knowing the repercussions. "I'm not helping your brainwashed girlfriend." The words were spoken lowly, flatly, brooking no argument though she knew he would argue the point anyway. "She and your demon spawn can die for all I care." And maybe she would be doing the deranged, brainless girl a favor by allowing that to happen. At least one of them would be free.

Image by Maka.