The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
Morning. It came early that day, forcing the young female to lift her head slowly and yawn silently as she laid curled up in her tiny shelter within the many crevices of the former Bridge of Aleisul. There were many things that the broken wolf hated, and mornings were one of them. Where she would once have leaped to her feet in excitement and run from whatever shelter they had chosen to play with her brothers or explore Anikira beside them, she now curled up in a tighter ball and grumbled slightly as she buried her nose under her tail. She dreaded the day, just like she dreaded the night, for she spent it all alone. Gone were the days of her short youth with her family, gone were the ones she loved and the ones that took care of her.
She was alone, broken and isolated from the world more than anyone could have known. At least those pups that had lost their families inside packs had the rest of their pack to support them and raise them. Arete had no one. Born to a litter outside of pack borders and pack protection, her life was now fraught with danger and near starvation. Finally, though, the grumbling and growling of her constantly empty stomach forced her to her feet. She was not exactly a large wolf, but even as she carefully made her way out of her makeshift den, she had to lower her head and crouch slightly to avoid knocking herself out on the low-hanging ceiling. Finally, however, she climbed her way out of the crevice she had chosen and stretched slowly back and forth as she stood on the solid, warm ground above.
The only meals she had managed the past few days had been tiny insects and small rodents, though none had been enough sustenance to fill out her dangerously thin form. One could say she was simply skin and bones at this point, but she carried so much fur around with her that it could be difficult to tell how skinny she was from far away. Upon closer inspection, the skeleton of a female was a rather pathetic sight indeed. Her fur, although well kept and carefully cared for, had dulled slightly from undernourishment, and it was clear that though she had once been bright and beautiful, she was now a ghost of her former self. The female had simply given up hope, just waiting to die from starvation or some creature larger and stronger than herself. For now, though, perhaps she would put in at least some effort when it came to hunting. She was terrible at it, but she knew very well that food would not simply fall from the sky and right into her waiting paws. Not anymore, anyways.
He needed to escape. All the stress of the Agoge and his impending completion of the passage to adulthood was too much. Growing up the son of a General had left him with the expectation that he was suppose to rise within the ranks of Kairos. The home of his family was becoming more and more distant to his heart. Whatever had kept him there before was no longer tethering him to the island. A sense of adventure was drawing up within him calling away from his pack and his family. While he knew that he would miss them in his own way, he no longer felt like he belonged with them. He had tried to ask Kegan if those feelings were normal, but his little brother had no advice for him. Apparently whatever he was feeling was not something his siblings shared. Kegan and Liadan were motivated by their need to prove themselves and return home. Rhys supposed he took after his eldest brother Taranis, for the ebony brute had already left Kairos. He didn't feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for leaving his parents since it was what youth were meant to do. Otherwise they would have been living with their grandparents at this point.
Rhys didn't want to dwell on the hurt he would no doubt cause the remainder of his family. He didn't want to feel that guilt rising up with in him. His decisions needed to be what was best for him, not what was best for his family. Leaving Vor'asa had done some to lighten the weight he had felt in recent weeks. It seemed no matter how well he did in the Agoge, the weight was always present, drawing him away from his intended destiny. It was like his whole life had been laid out in front of him, the road clear. Instead he had chosen to walk on the path untrodden, unaware of whatever difficulties lay ahead for him.
There had been rumors of a bridge that had connected Tas'lea with the rest of the continent, and Rhys' curiosity had gotten the better of him. Whether ancient or just damaged, the large brute wanted to see what was left of the large expanse of earth. It was said that it had been formed by a volcanic eruption similar to the one that had happened when Rhys was just a pup. Exploring the crevices seemed a much more interesting task then sparring with his numerous mentors and siblings. It seemed as if there was no end to the training. Monotonous drills that drained him of any enthusiasm for his task. The eggs he was supposed to be finding didn't seem that hard to find, so why were they pushing so hard. Rhys, overconfident in his own abilities, didn't think that he needed as much training as other wolves did.
He was just about to step into one of the numerous crevices that were on this strip when he smelt an unfamiliar scent. It wasn't Kairos, but it smelled appealing for some reason. Whomever it was Rhys had obviously never met them before. He kept his pace steady even though his body wanted to race forward to discover the source of the teasing smell. Blue eyes scoured over rocks and craters until they finally pinpointed movement. His ears pricked forward as he watched her lithe form slip out of one of the shallow caves. She had a lush coat of fur that seemed well groomed, if not a little dull. Her body seemed focused on the task of finding a meal, one that was much needed upon further inspection. Her fur hung from her body that was absent of a good deal of healthy weight. If her coat had been any thinner her bones would have been plain for the world to see. It seemed as if life had not been kind to her.
Rhys considered leaving her to her foraging until he caught sight of her eyes. An odd mixture of greens and browns that pulled his attention back to her. It was as if something clicked within him, his heart began to race and his blood pumped furiously in his veins. His ears rung loudly as everything but her faded away. He wanted her. Even in her emaciated state she was still a beautiful creature. One that was so obviously meant to belong to him. A rumble form deep in his chest rose from his lips and he took a few more steps until he was close enough for her to notice him. It was a miracle that he had enough control over himself that he didn't jump her.
It would be so easy for him to subdue her, to force her to be his. Just the possibility of him claiming her made his blood run hot. His blue eyes burned like liquid fire as he let his gaze roam all over her body. Oh yes she is mine. Whether she likes it or not she is mine. He was being irrational, he could tell that much. He just didn't care. For whatever reason she had piqued his interest and he didn't care how she felt about it. He would have her. Arete
There was nothing here, not even the smallest hint of a rodent that the female could find. She could dig into the earth in search of the burrows she was sure were buried deep within it, but she simply could not find the energy or motivation within herself to even bother trying. Yet, before she could manage any ounce of desire to put in more work for even a small meal, the smell of a stranger filled her nose. But this was not any stranger. No, this wolf smelled strongly of Kairos, and not only that, but the specific wolf that had killed her father. Saboath. Instantly her lips curled into a snarl, the sound slicing through the air around her even before she turned to face the much larger male wolf. Her hazel eyes narrowed and her ears pinned backwards, tail lashing back and forth and snarl growing in intensity and volume as he moved closer.
It was clear that this wolf was not the one that murdered her father, but he was clearly related and somewhat close to the monster that had. Here she had no allies, she had no friends, and she had no support, but she was not about to stand around and do nothing in the face of this demon. That was what they all were, the Kairos wolves. Monsters and demons, not worth the air that they breathed. They had stolen her life, her family, and she would not let them have her life as well. And yet, as she braced herself for an attack that she assumed would fall upon her at any second, she could not bring herself to speak. Her anger and disgust was clear on her face, but she kept the chilling fear frozen deep within her.
She would not show fear, she would not reveal the terror that she was barely holding within her. It choked her, suffocated her as she stood there with her front legs spread and barely kept from shaking in her exhaustion and weakness. She had to be strong, she had to face this threat, even if he had yet to show any sign of aggression or anger at her presence. In fact, as she stared him down as if he were a demonic monster that had come to drag her to hell, she noted the intense interest in his eyes. Those eyes, too. They were pale and blue, almost shining as he looked at her, and yet all she could see was the monster that was surely hidden behind them. They were a trick, along with his handsome face and attractive figure. No, he was a demon, a ghoul tasked with ending her life and dragging her down to an eternity of torture and pain.
The little female sensed his presence after a moment, turning hate filled eyes towards him. Her snarls grew louder the closer he got to her, but she didn't intimidate him. Fear was probably the last emotion that he felt in this moment. Longing, desire, frustration, and need all swirled around in his mind driving him mad. Her nose twitched as she took in his scent, something in it displeasing her. However grim her preconceived opinion of him was, it didn't matter. Nothing she did or said would change the plans that were coming together in his head. There was no life for her to return to, at least none that he cared about. Whatever was in her past was nothing more than that, the past. The little femme belonged to him now. Male satisfaction flooded through his chest and he became eager to show her just what he intended to do with her. He had no interest in hurting her. Instead he would use other methods to keep her under his control.
Taking an aggressive stance in front of him, she continues to snarl. Her anger towards him was a justify to Rhys, for he had never met her before. He would have remembered if he had. The only reason that made sense was his affiliation with Kairos. The pack of Giants had made more than enough enemies. They attracted more than their share of crazy wolves, murderers and criminals culminating in the dark pack. Rhys had never hurt anyone in his youth, but he knew his relations had. Her reaction only proved that she held some grudge against his birth pack. While her bravery might have seemed valiant to some, her little body would not be able to withstand an attack from him. The idea of her trying to resist him no matter how appealing was nothing more than fantasy. Her furiously beautiful body trying to escape his grasp. Even if she did manage to escape him he would hunt her to the ends of the earth. Whatever attracted him so heavily was in his blood. There would be nowhere for her to hide from him, not until he allowed her freedom
Hazel eyes looked him over with unveiled disdain and something else. For a stark second he thought that he had seen a glimmer of interest, only to be lost in the anger burning there. A part of him was furious that she didn't seem interested in him at all. The pull he felt towards her was evidently one sided. It would have been ideal for her to share his curiosity, even just a little. The dots connected in his head and he decided her wouldn't be able to return to his Agoge. Finding a place to keep her, although difficult, was his primary objective now. Her blatant abhorrence at the mere sight of him bade it clear that he would have to keep her isolated from others. At least until sure that she wouldn't be trying to escape him The last thing he needed was for the little minx to find help from someone other than him. He wanted her to have to rely totally on him, seeking comfort from no one else. The fact that he was going to be the cause of her distress only mildly complicated things for them. Taking her to his pack mates was not an option. The idea of her around anyone else made him anxious. There was a need for fresh blood in Kairos, specifically females for breeding. His lack of maturity kept him from being able to sire pups for the time being. was possible that another male could tempt her away from him while he lacked the ability to keep her. In size and strength he was not the largest in Kairos and he knew that if someone with more rank wanted her she would be lost to him. Besides she hated him anyways so it would be a simple enough task for another male to tempt her away.
Just thinking about her in the clutches of another male made him see black. It wasn't anger so much as it was pain and need. She will accept only me! It was a simple enough concept. He would just have to kill anyone who tried to take her away from him.
A growl built in his throat mirroring her snarls. Standing at his full height, he pushed his head forward and his chest out. He wanted her to be impressed with him, wanted her to understand that what he was about to do was not an act of cruelty. He couldn't help himself. "Tread carefully little wolf. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." His voice rumbled loud enough to mix with the growls and snarls between them. He doubted she would have any clue what his words meant. In time he would reveal himself, but for now he was content to let her think that she still had a chance of escaping him. Blue eyes that had once looked at her with interest and desire cooled to the shade of ice. It would be dangerous to show anyone, not just her, how intense his feelings were becoming. Rational thought had been pushed aside by greed. He wanted her so he would have her.
His advances did not stop. In fact, her snarling and growling only seemed to make him more interested in her. But there was a flash of something in his eyes. Was it anger? She could feel her legs trembling, exhausted and weak from the past several weeks alone, but she could not allow herself to crumble beneath his stare. No, she had to stand strong, she had to believe that there was some way out of this situation. "Tread carefully little wolf. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." His words made no sense, but she could feel a shiver of fear and terror running quickly down her spine as he spoke. Was this the end for her as well? Would she soon return to her brothers' sides and stand with their parents once more?
"Get the hell away from me!" She snarled, but the words were half-hearted, shaky and fearful, almost as if she knew he could easily kill her in a matter of seconds if he wanted to. But she had to try. Perhaps he was putting on a brave face, perhaps he was somehow uncomfortable around other wolves, maybe, just maybe, she could escape before he grabbed her. But she knew she would not get far. She was thin and weak, and he was large and obviously healthy. He could out fight her and outrun her if he wanted to. But she had to at least try. She could see him push out his chest and hold his head high with pride, but at the same time, all she could see was the monstrous threat that was looming over her. Then, without another second's hesitation, she mustered up all the strength she could and darted to the side, hoping to leap out of reach and flee in any direction before he could get to her.
Her attempt was in vain, however, for even as she ran, she could feel her last ounces of strength ebbing. Even if he trailed her lazily he would eventually catch up with her. It was only a matter of time before she fell before him in a heap of exhausted skin and bone. She could not escape him, and even as she turned her head over her shoulder to see if he was chasing her, she knew that he would never give up. She did not know how she knew, but she did. She would never be free of this demon, no matter how hard she tried or how hard she ran. But she would fight him, she would not allow him to destroy what was left of her family's legacy. She was the last, she deserved more than death, she deserved life, and she would fight for it no matter how long it took and how far she had to run.
Rhys almost wanted to laugh at her piteous attempts to escape him. While the thrill of the chase was pushing her to chase after her, he was angry that she was so desperate to get away from him. With time she would understand that there was nothing she could do, not a thing in the world that would save her from him. Feeble as it was for her to run it enraged Rhys that she was so desperate to get away from him. He hadn't even done anything to her....yet. Only time would tell just what he planned to do with her, for even he didn't know why he wanted her so badly. There was no one that he could ask for that would require him to leave her only to hunt her back down. No any time away from her was time he would have to worry about some other wolf finding her. Even though he had only been with her for a few brief moments and he didn't even know her name. In retrospect he hadn't given her an introduction, instead choosing to be a bully. His experience with females was minimal since the only ones he knew were related to him. This one wasn't however and he was glad for that. He wouldn't want to feel such things for his numerous cousins, or worse his sister. Liadan was the complete opposite of feminine, choosing to spend her time training to become a warrior. This female carried a grace that appealed to him, more than he expected. He had thought he would want to take a strong female like his mother. The only thing that he wanted was her.
His plans for his future were all fuzzy, all except the knowledge the he could keep her as long as he wanted to. "You just have to make things difficult for me." Rhys snarled savagely before he took off after her. If she wanted to play the prey then he would indulge her. Her little game would have consequences though. Trying to escape him was a mistake on her part...one that she would pay dearly for. His longer legs gained on her quickly, the starving frame failing her fast. It would take no effort for him to bring her down, but a darker part of him wanted her to fail. Wanted her to know that her own body couldn't even carry her away from him. Once she was subdued he would have to set about finding her an actual meal. She was pretty enough now, so he could only imagine how she would shine when she was healthy. "It doesn't matter how far or how fast you run little wolf. You belong to me now." There it was out in the open. Now she would have no doubt just what kind of predicament she was in, just exactly what she was trying to escape. He needed this, to see her fall before him as he exerted his control over her. There was an addictive rush when he thought about possessing her so fully. Somewhere deep inside of him he knew that he needed this.
"Stop now and come here little wolf. If you disobey me it will not go well for you." His voice boomed out sure to reach her ears, even as she fled. It was all up to her now. She could return to him and please him with her willingness to comply or she refuse his order and he would punish her.
She did not get far, and she knew she would not. In fact, as she looked back again, the male wolf was nearly on top of her already. She could not withhold the wince in her expression as she pushed herself forward faster, but even that did not last long. In fact, as she turned to face the direction she was running, she could feel the tightness in her chest and the numbness in her legs. "It doesn't matter how far or how fast you run little wolf. You belong to me now." His words were haunting, but they confirmed her fears. He wanted her, and there was no escaping him. Her ears pinned backwards and her eyes widened slightly, but she was already slowing down involuntarily.
"Stop now and come here little wolf. If you disobey me it will not go well for you." She could not go on any longer. She felt the failure in her muscles before she felt it in her heart. She would not surrender completely, not yet, but she had to admit defeat. She could not outrun him, and he was right, if she kept running, she would definitely be worse off. Finally she slowed her run to a walk, which quickly came to a stop only a few moments later. She was panting heavily now, but she knew he was close and would no doubt be upon her in a matter of seconds. If she did not submit, surely his anger would force him to kill her. Perhaps she could placate him for the time being. She softly whined between panting breaths, lowering her head and tucking her tail between her legs and against her belly.
Then she did what she never thought she would do, but she figured she had no choice. Seconds before he reached her, she rolled onto her back, tucking her front paws against her chest and whining submissively and wagging the tip of her tail back and forth slightly. Hopefully the show of submission would be enough to save her life, though she had no idea what plans he had for her future. She had no choice, though, and if she fought, she would surely die. Not that she would not die without food soon regardless, but perhaps her show of submission and respect for his size and strength would encourage kindness out of his clearly hardened exterior. For now she did not speak, for fear that a word from her mouth would end with his jaws around her throat and the end of her miserable life.
Before he could get closer to her he could see that her body fraught with fatigue was beginning to fail her. Her strides wavered and before long her pace slowed significantly. Despite her best efforts her starving body could not do her bidding. She was forced to stop, not because she wanted to, because she could not force her body to go any further. His pace slowed and he made his way next to her at an agonizing pace. She was already frightened of him and so making her sweat for a few more minutes was meant to punish her. Even though she hadn't continued to flee from him she still hadn't done as he had asked. That made him angry enough to make her suffer. His request hadn't been hard to follow. No he had given her a chance to stop her foolish venture. Instead she had slapped his mercy away choosing only to follow instinct. As he approached her watched her roll onto the ground trying to show him submission. It wasn't an actual show otherwise she might have given it to him before she tried to flee. No she was trying to placate his anger, trying only to save her own skin. While it did little to lessen his frustration he did like seeing her so meek before him.
Making every step deliberate he approached her side. Paws tucked up and neck visible made her look even more delectable. Rhys leaned down, his hot breath fanning over her face and neck, before his tongue darted out to lick at her cheek and muzzle. He buried his nose in her fur for a moment, taking the time to really take in her scent. It was the very one that had turned his attention this way. Her taste was even more appealing than her scent, but nothing compared to those eyes. Even when they looked at him with such scorn. They had been the things that had drawn him in. If he hadn't seen those eyes he might have left her there to starve. How much his life had changed in this moment alone. "Was that so hard little wolf? Are my requests so impossible?" He emphasized the word 'request' as if he had actually given her a choice to do as he wanted. Expecting so much out of her in these few short moments was unfair, but he didn't care if she hated him for it. The faster she learned that he was in charge the happier they would both be overall. "You didn't have to make me chase you. I didn't do anything to cause your fear." It was the truth since he had made no move that put her in danger. Only in his mind had he made plans that she would fear. His imaginings were not reality though, no matter how he willed them to be.
His eyes glinted at her before he stared down into her hazel depths. "What is your name?" Question or demand the difference was lost on him. All he knew was that he was getting tired of calling her little wolf. He would need to be more inventive in coming up with pet names for her since he doubted she would like the name 'Mine'. "Come now. Don't try my patience any longer lest I change my mind about keeping you." The threat was empty for he had no intention of getting rid of her. Whether he let her go or he ended her life, he wouldn't ever let her get away from him.
He was at her side in seconds, and though she still panted softly for a moment, it was not long before she was holding her breath and closing her eyes. If he was going to kill her, she silently prayed that it would be swift and merciful. But she doubted he would make things that easy for her. It felt like ages before she could feel his hot breath on her neck, ruffling her fur for a moment before his tongue swiped slowly against her cheek and muzzle. It was a strange feeling, though at the sudden contact, her entire body instantly tensed. But she did not dare move for fear that it would anger him further and end her life instantly. His teeth were so dangerously close to her neck, he could kill her in an instant. "Was that so hard little wolf? Are my requests so impossible?" Her eyes slowly opened, blinking fearfully up at him as he hovered over her. Did he really want an answer? "You didn't have to make me chase you. I didn't do anything to cause your fear." His mere existence was enough, but she kept her mouth glued tightly shut for the time being.
"What is your name? Come now. Don't try my patience any longer lest I change my mind about keeping you." She swallowed nervously, but instead of making him wait longer like a more bold and probably stupid wolf would do, she slowly opened her muzzle to speak. "Arete." She said softly, her voice sweet and feminine as always, but slightly shaky from fear of the large wolf above her. He was of Kairos, that much was obvious. He seemed to share their primal desires for females, but did he share their blood lust? Would he kill her just like Sabaoth had killed her father? "Your pack killed my family." She said, surprising herself with her boldness, even though she did not know that the wolf who had caught her was actually the son of her father's killer. If she had known, she probably would have been more aggressive or tried harder to escape or fight him. But she did not know, nor did she honestly want to.
Her body was tired, trembling and shaking with both exhaustion and fear, but she did not dare relax. She could not, she would not. Her mind told her to run, to escape, but her body simply wanted to sleep. She was tired, she was weak, she was defeated and broken beneath the male that had chased her down. He had won, surely he must know that. How much longer would he torture her? She whined softly, and after a few moments she lifted her nose, her tongue swiping out to lick his chin submissively as her tail tip wagged between her legs and against her stomach once more. She would not be escaping him now, she knew that, but perhaps he would at least allow her to sleep or eat something, if she played nice and behaved. At least for now, anyways.
Arete He had never heard such a beautiful name in all of his life. Her voice was angelic, especially since she wasn't telling him to go to hell in this instance. Such a good little girl doing exactly as he told her. She was terrified, her eyes told him just as much. It wasn't until she spoke again that she understood just why she was so upset of him. He had suspected that Kairos had wronged her in the past, but the fact that they had killed her family had been unexpected. His eyes melted just enough for him not to be glaring at her anymore. There was good enough reason for her fear and anger. If anyone ever tried to hurt his family he would be upset, probably more so than she was. "Arete." Her name was light against his tongue, but it sounded much better when she said it. More than anything he wanted to hear her say his name. Whether tinged with fear or something else she needed to know his name.
I am Rhys." No matter what grudge she held towards Kairos it would not apply to him. "I did nothing against your family. Would you really hold it against me?" Even if she did, with time she would grow to accept him. That was all that they were going to have together. Endless amounts of time for her to acclimate to having him around. He wasn't just going to be her friend, no he was going to be her everything. Protector, lover, captor. He was determined to make her like being with him. Even if he had to push past her hate and fear to show her just how good things could be between them.
When he felt her tongue dart out to graze against his chin he almost lost his composure. While his ministrations had been more affectionate, her were purely submission. She took no pleasure in touchy him, not the way he did from touching her. The motivations in her movements were instinctual, meant to keep her alive. They were driven by fear and not whatever obsession he was starting to feel. Growling low in his throat he moved to stand over her. She was completely beneath him, but he did not move to pin her. No he wanted her to know that she had some kind of freedom, at least for now. His muzzle moved to her chest and he sniffed his way down to where her tail tucked between her legs. Nipping at her tail he tugged gently. "Do you know just how beautiful you look laying just like this."
His voice was sinister, rolling through him like a threat might. Instead it was a promise of the things to come. Before long he moved back to her side before giving her a rueful smile. Get up Arete. I think it is time that we got you something to eat. You are too skinny for my liking." Arete
Her name. It sounded so wrong coming from his mouth. She could not help but shiver slightly at the sound before she was once again frozen as he spoke once more. "I did nothing against your family. Would you really hold it against me?" She wanted to say yes, she wanted to scream it in his face, but instead she remained still and silent. That is, until he stepped over her and let out a low growl. Her chin lowered and she whined softly, submitting even further as his nose moved down her chest and he nipped and tugged at her tail. "Do you know just how beautiful you look laying just like this." The words were flattery, but the tone frightened her. He might have been trying to compliment her, but it sounded more like a threat to her ears. She swallowed nervously, debating how hard it would be to escape out from under him, but before she could do anything, he moved to stand beside her once more.
"Get up Arete. I think it is time that we got you something to eat. You are too skinny for my liking." She remained still and silent for a moment as he spoke, breathing softly and wondering if his word were really meant to trick her into moving so that he could pounce on her once more. But, after a few seconds, she carefully rolled to her side and allowed her paws to touch the ground once more. He was serious, but did he expect her to hunt for herself? Obviously that had not worked out very well for her so far, and she doubted he would be pleased with her failures if she were to attempt such a feat in front of him. For now she said nothing, but she kept her head low and her tail tucked between her legs as she moved to stand slightly behind him, her nose even with his shoulder. She feared that if she moved in front of him it would anger him, and in her current state, she would not stand a chance. Hell, even his weight on her would probably crush her and break most of her bones.
She swallowed nevously, waiting for him to lead the way as she looked around them slowly. Was there a way she could escape him? She knew that she could attempt to run again, but with her weakness, she would not make it far. In fact, if she tried to run again, she was sure he would kill her. She had learned that he had patience, but it did not extend very far. At least not from how far she had been brave enough to push. Perhaps her younger, healthier self would have put up a better fight, but she was weak and sick and broken. She simply could not bring herself to do anything but what he said, at least for now, anyways.
The answer to his question was there in her eyes, even if she wouldn't say it. Defiant and furious her gaze said one thing and actions sais another. While she openly submitted to him as she laid beneath him, her eyes spoke of her defiance. She would remain subservient to him only as long as it meant her survival. Once she decided that she was strong enough to escape him she would try again. A constant battle between the two of them, Rhys trying to keep her and Arete unwilling to be kept. A shiver went through his body as he pictured her trying, and failing, to escape him. Even if she ever got away from him he would make her regret it. He would show her just how good things could be between them. There would be great pleasure in his effort to show her just how much she would enjoy his company. Arete hated him now, and would probably hate him even more once the realization of what was happening to her hit. Perhaps she was under the impression that he would harass her for the day, a few days even. Maybe she thought he would leave her alone after he was done scaring her. While he liked seeing her afraid of him, he wanted her to know that there would be no escape for her. She would have to remain with him for as long as he wanted her to. Forever. She is mine. He was strong enough to force her to remain with him and he would.
While it would be optimal for her to want to stay with him, he knew better than to hope for that. He was young and had no experience with wooing females. The only way he coul get what he wanted was to make it happen. His muzzle running along her chest and abdomen seemed to make her more afraid. Her frame recoiled from his touch which made him want to roll his eyes. She loved testing his patience didn't she. After a few more moments she rolled onto her feet. Her hesitance to do as he said both pleased and angered him. He liked her spirit, but he wanted her compliance. Only time would show her just how miserable things could be it she resisted him.
Rhys considered himself to be a reasonable wolf, but not about her. He wanted to be her everything, to see every side of her, to know everything about her. He could prove to her right now just how much she already belonged to her. For now he would have to settle for getting her food. Her health was the biggest issue now. She was close enough to death as it is. Taking a few steps forward Rhys took a deep breath. This area had a plentiful amount of prey so all he had to do is work on finding some. There were trace trails of scent from a few different kinds of animals, but only one was prominent enough to catch his attention. It was some kind of ruminant animal, deer or perhaps a gazelle. Something large enough to feed his little wolf until she was full. The only concern was that she would try to escape him while he hunted. Perhaps common sense would keep her immobile for as long as it took him to find her a meal. Once she was full he would take pleasure in thwarting each and every attempt she made at evading him.
"I want you to know that this is only the beginning Arete." The statement wasn't meant to comfort her. No instead it was meant to bring the realization that everything in her life was going to revolve around him. Dropping down into a crouch he moved forward trying to get a better sense of where the prey was. With any luck it would be small enough for him to bring down on his own. When he finally did catch sight of the small deer like creature he charged forward. While his large paws thundered across the ground, alerting the deer to his approach it was too late. Lunging over the top of it his jaws snapped it's throat before it even hit the ground. One solitary groan escaped the beast before it died at his feet, the life fading from it's eyes. Taking a step back he looked back over to where he had left Arete. "You will eat now." If he had to force feed her he would, just so long as she took the time to regain her strength.
Getting her to a healthy weight would take some time, but he had all the time in the world for her. "Once you are finished eating we can discuss just what I plan to do with you."
OOC: Sorry the hunt is so short, but I didn't want to put that much emphasis on it.
She moved as he instructed, but slowly. After her attempted and failed escape she was even more tired and weak, and though she knew it would annoy him, she simply could not bring herself to care. She could move no faster, and he would simply just have to deal with that fact. Finally, however, he seemed to focus on something other than her. The lack of obsessive attention was welcomed warmly by the female, but soon enough it shattered as he turned to look at her and speak once more. "I want you to know that this is only the beginning Arete." His words meant nothing to her, for she had already resigned to the fact that she was stuck with him, at least for the time being. Although the urge to curl her lips into a silent snarl danced in her head, she resisted as much as she could, which ended in a slight twitch of the muscles in her muzzle before her lips covered her teeth completely once more.
She did not even have the energy to silently snarl. How pathetic was that. But, thankfully, he was once again focused on food. As he darted away after a deer, she let herself finally sink down to the ground. She could barely keep her eyes open, and by the time he returned with his prize in his jaws, she had dozed off and was snoring softly. The sound and vibration of the deer landing in front of her woke her, however, and she blinked slowly and lifted her head with even greater effort than she had used when walking. "You will eat now. Once you are finished eating we can discuss just what I plan to do with you." She blinked at him for a moment, obviously in the state of exhaustion when she was unclear of whether or not she was truly dreaming. But it did not matter. Soon enough the scent of the meat filled her nose and she lowered her chin to begin her first decent meal in a long time.
At least he was good for something. He could hunt, which was already more useful than she had proven to be. Perhaps he would also be decent protection with his size and possessiveness, but she could not be sure. How did she know that he would not turn tail like a helpless child at the first sign of real danger? She would have scoffed and laughed at the thought, but she was far too focused on eating the food he had provided for her to put any more thought or effort into it. It felt like forever by the time she had eaten most of the deer, and because she had begun to feel sharp pangs of pain and bloat in her stomach, she lifted her head and licked her lips slowly. She had eaten less than half of the carcass, but she simply could not bring herself to eat another bite right now. She felt sick, nauseous and dizzy, and she let her head fall slowly to rest heavily on her paws. Her eyes squeezed shut slightly, and after a few moments, she was forced to lift her head slightly from the ground.
She could feel it rising up in her belly and throat before she reacted. Her head bobbed slightly, throat contracting and stomach twisting as her ears pinned backwards. The food was too much after she had not eaten in so long. She was so under nourished and weak that she had over filled her small stomach and a decent portion of the food was returning to the outside world the way it had gone into her. She whimpered softly once before she pushed herself halfway up into a sitting position, the bobbing of her head and grunting noises becoming more apparent until she vomited up half of the food she had just eaten, thankfully missing the carcass for fear that the male would be angered by her sickness.
Silence. That was all that met his ears as he babbled on like an endless thought. Rhys doubted that on a normal day she lacked so many words. When he had first arrived she had plenty of words for him, none of them kind. Now it seemed that the little femme had lost her spark. Whatever fight she had in her was now dormant. Her fight or flight had failed her, so now she reverted to some shell of herself. He wanted to see the fire within her, wanted to know that he hadn't broken her spirit. Fear, anger, hate. He would accept them all because it meant that she at least felt something for him. He would not, however, accept this faded look in her eyes. As if she was losing herself. They had barely known each other more than a day so he doubted her fire had been snuffed out.
He sat silently waiting for her to finish her meal. Over exuberant to eat she fell upon the meat like a female starved. Perhaps that was too accurate when describing her. The kill was large enough to feed Arete, yet she only ate a portion of it. When she stepped away from the carcass it was with a sick look on her face. Moments later the poor creature vomited the meat she had just eaten. Rhys didn't want to see her in pain, all he had wanted to do was try to get her some food. It seemed that he had made a mistake giving her such a large meal. Trying to get her back to health was going to be a long, hard road. Whatever he was doing would not work in the long run.
Her head dropped to her paws in obvious exhaustion. If she had been feeling weak before the vomiting would not help. Rhys wanted to comfort her, wanted her to feel better, but he didn't know what to do. Everything about this situation was so out of the realm of possibility for him. It seemed surreal and yet Rhys could not stop this wheel turning in his head. There were so many things that he wanted in his life, but none as much as he wanted her. His whole world came into perspective the moment he looked into her eyes. He stepped towards her until his bulky frame stood over her petite one. He leaned down to lick her maw as gently as he could manage. She was sick and he didn't want to push her, but he also didn't want to lose her. He rumbled deep in his chest before he laid down beside her. His frame pressed against her slim one, only accentuating how thin she really was. All he knew was how his mother would comfort them when they were sick.
His tongue rasped over the back of her head before he laid it down over his shoulder. Pushing her boundaries was not what he wanted to do, not right now. He would save that for another time. "You can try to eat again in a little bit. Let your stomach settle." He hoped that she had taken the food to fast, not that she was actually ill. He had only just found her and yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. "Listen to me Arete. I know that you don't know me, or trust me. All I can tell you is that you are mine. From this day on you belong to me, for as long as I want to keep you." Trying to be blunt as he could, like ripping off a band aid. Causing her distress while she was sick was not his intention, but she needed to know.
Her intelligence was not in question, for she had probably already figured her situation out. Something inside of him needed to say it though. Needed to be sure that she knew that he was going to be the only thing in her world. "I am your male and you are my female. Forever."
She could feel the meal still trying to come back up, but she managed to take slow, deep breaths and keep her head on her paws in front of her. With the extra effort, she managed to keep the rest of the food in her stomach. It would be enough for now, perhaps she could try again later, if Rhys allowed her to, anyways. She was convinced he was determined to make her miserable and torture her, but what he did next truly surprised her. He moved closer and lowered his nose to her face, gently licking her muzzle. She could not tell if it was pity or affection in his touch, but even she had to admit it felt nice. She was feeling more than disgusting at the moment, and although he had only cleaned her slightly, she already felt slightly better. But then he surprised her further by laying down beside her and carefully running his tongue along her head, almost as if he were trying to comfort her.
It worked at first, and she closed her eyes, trying to remember the last time she had actually had someone to take care of her. It felt like forever, and she honestly could not remember how long she had been on her own. Sure, Rhys would not have been her first choice for a companion, but she could have done worse than him, right? She whined softly, stabbing pains running through her mostly empty stomach as she leaned against him and curled herself up into a ball against his stomach. "You can try to eat again in a little bit. Let your stomach settle." The words were comforting and gentle, almost as if he felt bad that she was so miserable. It was nice to think that he actually cared about her and her feelings, and she allowed herself to relax slightly against him and close her eyes. "Listen to me Arete. I know that you don't know me, or trust me. All I can tell you is that you are mine. From this day on you belong to me, for as long as I want to keep you." Instantly the tension returned to her muscles. He did not care about her feelings. No, he just did not want his toy to die too quickly.
Had she been able to growl at him, she probably would have. But, even thinking about moving or making any noise made her feel even more sick. "I am your male and you are my female. Forever." She let her head remain tucked against her side, her body curled into a ball and her front legs folded against her chest. She still laid beside him, trying to imaging the soft fur and the comforting warmth as one of her brothers instead of the demon that had taken her life away from her. She knew that both Everest and Ren were dead, but her exhausted mind needed something other than hatred to focus on. She could not relax while she was trying to figure out the best way to rid herself of the monster beside her. That would have to wait until some other time. Right now, however, she had no way to get rid of him, and his warmth felt good against her thin form. She was cold and tired, and all she wanted right now was sleep. Soon enough it greeted her, but not peacefully. Nightmares threatened her almost instantly, dragging her back down to the hell that was her life, even in her dreams.
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