She wasn’t much different after she had left Valta and Arcturus. In some ways she felt different but at heart she knew she wasn’t. There would always be a part of her that was with him though. He would be her first for everything. He’d probably never truly leave her mind.

She returned back to the grande where he had met her, not because of Arcturus but because this was home before. This is where her mom died, this is where she had to learn how to survive on her own. Maybe reason to not come back here, but she wouldn’t know where else to go.

She moved back into regular routines of living alone, keeping a small store in her den that was somehow still here. Hunting smaller game while she didn’t need much to sustain herself. Walking through life like there was nothing meant making it to tomorrow. There wasn’t, just to survive. She lit a fire for the night to warm herself up before going to sleep, laying down with the front half of her body outside of the den. Watching the flames, maybe seeming lost in thought but really just blacking everything out. How could she make herself forget?

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature

Cierzo had been gone most of the morning. And well throughout the evening. If this was any other sort arrangement, one of romantic interest, then perhaps he would have given even the slightest bit of care. However, the Saxe brood was quite unpredictable. Being a Sidi meant not only did one have to please their master; but, they were to take care of others as well. So who knew what torture or work Cie would be doing this particular day. He, on the other hand, was too engrossed in learning more of these lands. Crossing long distances to reach a part of areas where it seemed to hold its on weather system. He took a mental note to venture back in that direction. Where he’d met the lovely Iris on one of his many adventures. Condensed breath continuously filled the space before him. Each breath an inhale of the various scents protruding around. A flick of a torn ear caught sound of crackling fire. The sparks licking at the air with fiery rebellion. It was something he knew all too well. Meaning, there was someone nearby. Anticipation becoming known throughout his heated body as walking steps turned into a steady trot. No sound was made the closer he approached that delicious smell of female. How long had it been since Cierzo dealt with his needs? Would this woman be so willing? Or, would he have to take it? Questions with no answers plagued his mind the closer he got. Nearly salivating at the mere prospect of releasing his body into a new depth. "Speaks"

Vanille laid there for quite some time, holding her thoughts empty as she stared into the flickering fire. What tomorrow would hold for her she didn't know. But she worried it wouldn't change. She'd go out to the rivers in attempt to fish from the icy banks, she'd come home and prepare some herbs and meals. And then she'd be back here again waiting for the next day. Should have been careful what she wished for.

Suddenly she had the mysterious urge that someone was watching her though she just brushed it off as a noise from the waters or tree lines that caught her ears from the silent state she had her mind in. Light eyes glanced around at the darkness surrounding her before she stood and threw some dirt and snow on the fire in front of her. She didn't allow her eyes to adjust to the lands around her den before heading inside. She'd be wholly unaware of the dangers lurking outside, but she certainly didn't think anything horrific would happen to her. No one could have predetermined the worst for themselves.

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature

Silence filled the once crackling air. No longer did a warm orange glow slither along the white canvas below. He smirked at this. His dark coat easily slipping into the shadows lurking through the Rio Grande. Perfect. A single word thought as Cifarelli continued his journey. Lightening up his steps to that of a hunter. Whomever had been around choosing to hide. His precious Cierzo learned her lesson in doing so. And it seemed this wolf would be doing the same. The large Saxe beast stepped from the underbrush. Toned, muscular legs moving in slow stealthy motions. Ears drew forward to listen thoroughly for the slightest of shifts. Tongue licked at black lips as the curved into a viscous smirk. Remanence of smoke expelled into the winter sky. Crawling along the length of trees to disperse into black skies. It drew his gaze t’wards the makeshift den just inches away. Taking note of the heavy scent of herbs, he closed the small distance. Sniffing along the entrance with deep inhales. Before head slipped inside. Jaws easily parted to allow teeth to grab onto whatever or whoever lay inside. His tongue met that of fur and flesh. Piercing through the fatty meat quite effortlessly. Not caring for the pitches screams of pain he knew would follow. One did not simply hide from him without suffering the consequences. "Speaks"

It was as if she had just curled up and someone was quick in her steps behind her because before she could get fully comfortable and even realize the silhouette in the den opening she was being met with searing pain and hot blood gushing from her scruff. Without even a moment to process, she started yelping and screaming, but no one was around to hear. No one was there for her.

A part of her wondered if this was a dream, that she could shake herself awake and maybe open up her eyes to the dangers of being alone again. But as the large man pulled her from her bed and she thrashed around in his grasp was she understanding that this was far from a nightmare. She couldn't wake up. This was actually happening to her.

She was rather relentless as she fought for what she thought could be her life but she was no match for the wolf that had hold on her. She knew that, but she couldn't find it in herself to stop fighting before things got any worse. And they would, she just couldn't imagine it. If there was ever a shock of reality of how much living was worth to her it was now. She had felt so low and so little of herself just moments before that something like this may have felt like a blessing. But it wasn't. There was just nothing she could do to protect herself.

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature

Her fighting spirit thrilled him to no end. Those small legs kicking at the air with no avail. Body thrusting about while captured inside of his mouth pushed forth a guttural snarl of stillness. Cifarelli would not tolerate such actions from a mere bitch. So, he did not feel a thing when he decided to toss her to the nearest tree with force. His neck muscle cracked under the pressure. Giving not a single fuck what sounds came from the whimpering woman. To hide was a cowardice decision. The weak did not survive in a world where the dominant ruled. "Let’s play a game. Shall we?" Hackles bristled along the nape of his spine. Tail swishing excitedly for what was to come. Surely she knew what fun was, right? It’d been some time since Cifa allowed his inner Saxe to play. To thrive in the chase of prey and bloodlust. "I’ll give you a chance to run and hide. If I catch you, you’re mine." Words slithered from his lips like a serpent. Malicious intent dripping through every letter. He would take his time. Tease. Taunt. Torture the sky blue woman. His gaze unwavering as he walked to where she lay. Cifarelli found his teeth latching onto her left hind leg. Sinking deep beneath the flesh and to the bone itself. Her piercing screams aroused him. The heaviness of his manhood now visible with just the tip of the pinkness on display. "Mmm. Scream again." Blood filled his mouth. Coating the gummed walls and stained sharp canines. The smell of her drew him further in. Nose sniffing at the area beneath her tail. ”Run..” "Speaks"

She was only frozen for the moment as he had throw her down and glared dauntingly down at her. Her paws into her chest and her ears back, he devised a way for her to escape. She still didn't fully comprehend what his sick mind diverted to the moment he had smelled her before finding her camp. She was too innocent, she had never experienced something like this before. She had lived her life alone for a long time after her mother died and then she had Arcturus. She never knew man could be so harsh and mad. She was completely in the dark.

She didn't speak a word, only hollers cried out as he bit back into her leg probably trying to show her she had no chance to evade him. Her tail tucked tightly as he smelled her like a forbidden drug and only then would she realize how dangerous it could turn for her. It was the first time she had ever felt so violated and fear of this nature. As soon as his grip was released, she was running for her life. Still, for her life. She truly thought she would be dead by the end of the night regardless of what else he had in mind. She never considered how much he wanted her to play in his game, only that she may have actually had the chance to get away.

She limped off in a sprint as the adrenaline coursed through her body, her first instinct to lose him across the river. Silly she thought that's something that would stop him. She made it across the Grande and started to beeline towards the tree line of the Soulless Forest. Probably fitting for the monster behind her, but there was no where else for her to hide.

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature

Cifarelli watched with a devious delight as she took off. Her movements altered by the newly given injury. He knew she wouldn’t be able to get far on such a leg. So, he chose to take his time. Steps slowly followed behind. Falling back into the deep shadowed darkness that wrapped around the Rio Grande. Even crossing the waters did nothing to stop his pursuit. Coat dripped onto the winter flooring. Chills ranking his bones ignored with all his attention on the task at hand. Her scent teased him. Beckoning Cifa to handle the situation quickly and sooner than later. Which is exactly what he chose to do. Paws sprung into action. Picking up particles in their wake as he tracked her down immediately. His body slamming into hers harshly to knock the woman off her feet. The impact enough to cause even more damage to her small drama. "Sweet baby bird…" His voice spoke low and sultry. Covered in a haunting tone of menacing humor. "Did you really think you could get away from me?" "Speaks"

It could have been humorous to think she would be able to get away. She probably should have thought to run towards one of the packs nearby but the thought wasn't quick enough in her panic. The dark brute slammed his body into her, flinging her across the grounds before he was back right where he started. Maybe it would sink in this time she couldn't get away from him.

Curled into herself she was an full embodiment of fear, her ears back and her legs tucked close her body looking like the fragile defenseless girl she was. Her breath shuddered as she wanted to plead for her life, but nothing came out. At this point she was shaking and winded. If he wanted her to be scared, he passed that a long time ago. Please don't kill me. Words rang empty through her throat. She could hear them, he could not. Her eyes close as if a submission, but she couldn't accept this as the end. She didn't know what would come next or how to stop it.

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature

His scared face morphed into that of victorious and malicious satisfaction. Such a poor excuse of a woman that lay before him. Curled into herself like worn out prey. Cifarelli could not help but to take advantage of the opportunity. Steps confidently ceasing the space between them with the size of himself. Tongue slithering free from sealed lips to drag across her muzzle. Forehead and neck. Nothing about it soothing in the least. No. He was indeed marking his territory. Teeth nipped along the already bitten scruff. Traveling down her spine until he found himself back to that sweet scent he’d inhaled prior to their little game. With Cierzo being nearly a shadow in his life. He was in need of a release. Rather she gave it to him willingly or he took it. Either way, Cifa captured her by her scruff once more. He would take her back to the lands of Syndicate and do what pleased him best. "Home we shall go, my sweet baby bird." There was nothing else to be said as he dragged her along. Back to the land of Saxe. /Exit "Speaks"

She nearly flinched as he put his nose to her, desecrating her face and neck as she quietly whimpered to herself as response. Maybe as a hum to his ears. Her eyes stayed closed while that amplified the way he touched her. She didn't know what to expect from him, he may not have known how truly innocent she was. He may have been disappointed she wasn't a virgin, or maybe that wouldn't have mattered at all to him. She wasn't sure how she would ever be able to open up her mouth to speak to him, so he may have never known anyway. She'd probably have to talk sometime if he was bringing her back home. And she may have been slightly relieved to hear so.

She yelped as he moved from her rump to reach his teeth back around her scruff again. She fought a little, but soon grew used to the feeling of helplessness unable to get loose of his strong grip. She could just be thankful for sparing her life without asking. At least that's what he had her believing now. Home, no longer where she had grown up alone. No longer alone... what kind of future would make her miss the days she walked in every pawstep over and over again. This would be a new kind of repetition for her.

Exit Vanille via Cifarelli

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature