Snap my fingers
11-20-2015, 08:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2015, 09:10 PM by Angelus.)
The brute paused beside the tractor to look around. Imperium was a big place, but he knew it well. It was only a matter of time before he found wherever she'd decided to make her den. In his mouth he carried a rabbit. He didn't really want anyone to see him with it; it felt kind of odd to be taking care of a Servus instead of being served by one, but this one was different. She was his and she was hurt; in order for her to be well she needed to eat and take care of her wounds. He wasn't a healer like his sister, but he could hunt. For now the brute would feed her and make sure her wounds were tended to by those who specialized in such things, and when she was well the roles would be reversed. |
11-20-2015, 10:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2015, 10:06 PM by Takira.)
Shock had been the first thing she had, after waking up after her blackout Takira had not be able to move around much. Both shoulders have been bruised and that had made even the shortest walk unbearable, and not only that the large gash in her neck had trouble healing and then the leg that was already broken from before, all together it left her pretty immobile, and even moving a bit left her in such pain that she never wanted to get up again. And after that shock of pain humiliation of becoming a true slave. She had hidden away licking her wounds as much as her pride would allow her to. She had found a small hole, hardly big enough for her to curl up in but safe, oh so safe. The confined space reminded her of her mother, where Taska made her den far to the south... Takira woke with a start, the dream she been having since she woke in her new pack. Not that this was the first time she had this dream, no it was the very nightmare she started having after her mother's murder. But for a short time they had gone away, in fact they went away soon after she met Enigma... But now that she had seen bloodshed, had seen a slaughter again they came to the forefront, her dreams had started again and with a sadistic twist... Added to her mothers twisted face as she was mauled she sad Enigma's own mauling, she saw her dreams of a family get swiped away with teeth again and again and again. She bolted upright and out of her den, coming out into the fresh air, her eyes panicked and watchful as she surveyed the flowing field of wild corn. She was breathing heavy and willing calm to over take her battered mind and body. Not that her body was that battered, most of her injuries have healed, even the limp she had from her broken back leg wasn't bothering her. Her mouth was the only thing that still hurt her, and frankly it made hunting hell, the few times she had worked up the urge to go and kill a rabbit or two the moment she snapped her jaw around the poor things neck she yelped in pain, releasing her hoped to have dinner with its life... Now she was going hungry... Well not really every so often she would find food waiting for her, she was not sure who was leaving them or why... She was only a slave after all, she knew what that means she was property, she belonged to someone... And why did they care if she was well or not? Takira shock her head then, banishing the dark thoughts, she had heard though that she could earn her freedom by doing the thing she been doing since she was alone at the age of one. She would get her freedom and then she was going to leave this place and this pack behind. She missed Enigma, she missed him like a eagle missed the sky... Takira sighed, getting to her paws, her stomach was growling at her, telling her, again, that she was still hungry. She moved her jaw and resisted the jerk that was still present... But besides that she had to go out and hunt... She had to try at least. She scanned the area looking for the slightest movement and stopped cold. That very large form was unmistakable, panic filled her as her fight and flight instinct filled her, and it wasn't fight that she felt like doing. But no mattered how much she wanted to run for the hills and never look back her pride kept her in place. What more could be done to her? What more could any one do to her than what was already done? She was torn open and her pride striped to almost nothing. For her that was almost death... She waited for him then, not even seeing the offering in his mouth, she waited for him to strip her of the last of her pride... |