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homeless_pard) wrote2022-03-04 11:00 pm
homeless_pard) wrote2022-03-04 11:00 pm
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Welcome home
Who: Khemrys, wereriders
When: After disappearing from the taxi.
What: Decisions were made...
She was busy trying to sort her thoughts as the car drove; what might scar her lord without harming him? Was silver the only path through which she might have him bear a mark? A chance to mark him was...
...better than she had expected broaching marriage when she knew he was against such. But talking to the High Lord had lent her confidence beyond her own. More the fool her. "You alright miss?" the cabby finally asked.
"Ah? Yes..."
"I've...picked up a few from there before. Find out your boy was stripping?"
She shook her head, "I knew." In a sense. "My thanks for your worry though."
"It's...alright. You're going somewhere safe, right?"
"Home," she chuckled softly. "I'm going...home."
"Alright, well, you just relax then I'll have you there soon," he promised.
Relax, as if it were so easy. She was trying when she felt it; the shiver of energy beyond herself. Hot and hungry enough to make her hair stand on end. "What...?" There was a burning, screaming pain through her joints then she was landing roughly against stones and staring dizzily at the stars above.
"This is her?" a voice asked.
"Yes," another answered.
A moment and a gauntleted hand was gripping her chin, turning her head back and forth, "pity our brother sired a daughter, but she does look as he did."
The...hunter was kin? She couldn't even manage a word before that same hand released her and reached to puff something in her face. She was a Healer, she knew her herbs, how not, but this burned in a way she didn't know, and when next she blinked she was held in front of a rider on a horse, arm around her waist. Armor was digging into her back, her shawl had slipped down though at least they hadn't taken such from her as it was chilly even here. She must of made some sound because the rider reined the horse in, others drawing even with her 'escort'. "She's awake."
A man dismounted, the face annoyed under the helm shaped liked a snarling bear's muzzle, "she shouldn't be."
She winced, not even bothering to hide the fact her eyes were open, "why am I here?"
The man snorted, "you will only speak when asked a question, is that clear?"
And yet...she wasn't dead, which meant it was unlikely they intended to kill her, even if she was impertinent. "Why am I here?"
The one holding her laughed, passing her down, "her father was a cat." Curiosity was to be expected he supposed. Only when she was passed down did she realize her hands and feet bound, a startling fact that she did NOT like in the least no.
"Her father should have stayed with the group," the bearman growled, holding her effortlessly.
"Aye, aye, but we've his bloodline back now." The man carrying her dismounted and she finally recognized him, eyes going wide in fear, the Hunter. "You led us a merry chase girl, we found a better solution to you being broken though." Yes, a better solution indeed.
"We're certain she shifts?" the bearman sneered.
"Yes, a pard. I chased her two full turns in that form."
"No wonder you needed aid," another chuckled back in the line. "Abominations are tricky things."
She couldn't feel her feet, numb from being tied, and that meant she couldn't run..."no, please..."
"Yes. We're bringing you home, girl. You'll be happier once we're done." All their women were. Granted, she was a stick of a thing, and they'd brought in Daleswomen for their fertility but..."Now we'll eat and let you relieve yourself, then we'll continue." They had a long ways to go honestly. It had taken far longer than anyone liked to find a gate that was receptive to their needs.
Thus began the long, hard days with the were riders. They cared not for her comfort, carrying her as baggage and binding her in blankets in the night. She rather hoped that when the full moon came she might slip away but the first day rose and she was in fur while the men around her...laughed. Broken...broken indeed if she couldn't resist until the true day of the moon. They just tied her tighter, bags over her feet to save them all from claws, and kept going...
...ever going away from her chosen home and people.
When: After disappearing from the taxi.
What: Decisions were made...
She was busy trying to sort her thoughts as the car drove; what might scar her lord without harming him? Was silver the only path through which she might have him bear a mark? A chance to mark him was...
...better than she had expected broaching marriage when she knew he was against such. But talking to the High Lord had lent her confidence beyond her own. More the fool her. "You alright miss?" the cabby finally asked.
"Ah? Yes..."
"I've...picked up a few from there before. Find out your boy was stripping?"
She shook her head, "I knew." In a sense. "My thanks for your worry though."
"It's...alright. You're going somewhere safe, right?"
"Home," she chuckled softly. "I'm going...home."
"Alright, well, you just relax then I'll have you there soon," he promised.
Relax, as if it were so easy. She was trying when she felt it; the shiver of energy beyond herself. Hot and hungry enough to make her hair stand on end. "What...?" There was a burning, screaming pain through her joints then she was landing roughly against stones and staring dizzily at the stars above.
"This is her?" a voice asked.
"Yes," another answered.
A moment and a gauntleted hand was gripping her chin, turning her head back and forth, "pity our brother sired a daughter, but she does look as he did."
The...hunter was kin? She couldn't even manage a word before that same hand released her and reached to puff something in her face. She was a Healer, she knew her herbs, how not, but this burned in a way she didn't know, and when next she blinked she was held in front of a rider on a horse, arm around her waist. Armor was digging into her back, her shawl had slipped down though at least they hadn't taken such from her as it was chilly even here. She must of made some sound because the rider reined the horse in, others drawing even with her 'escort'. "She's awake."
A man dismounted, the face annoyed under the helm shaped liked a snarling bear's muzzle, "she shouldn't be."
She winced, not even bothering to hide the fact her eyes were open, "why am I here?"
The man snorted, "you will only speak when asked a question, is that clear?"
And yet...she wasn't dead, which meant it was unlikely they intended to kill her, even if she was impertinent. "Why am I here?"
The one holding her laughed, passing her down, "her father was a cat." Curiosity was to be expected he supposed. Only when she was passed down did she realize her hands and feet bound, a startling fact that she did NOT like in the least no.
"Her father should have stayed with the group," the bearman growled, holding her effortlessly.
"Aye, aye, but we've his bloodline back now." The man carrying her dismounted and she finally recognized him, eyes going wide in fear, the Hunter. "You led us a merry chase girl, we found a better solution to you being broken though." Yes, a better solution indeed.
"We're certain she shifts?" the bearman sneered.
"Yes, a pard. I chased her two full turns in that form."
"No wonder you needed aid," another chuckled back in the line. "Abominations are tricky things."
She couldn't feel her feet, numb from being tied, and that meant she couldn't run..."no, please..."
"Yes. We're bringing you home, girl. You'll be happier once we're done." All their women were. Granted, she was a stick of a thing, and they'd brought in Daleswomen for their fertility but..."Now we'll eat and let you relieve yourself, then we'll continue." They had a long ways to go honestly. It had taken far longer than anyone liked to find a gate that was receptive to their needs.
Thus began the long, hard days with the were riders. They cared not for her comfort, carrying her as baggage and binding her in blankets in the night. She rather hoped that when the full moon came she might slip away but the first day rose and she was in fur while the men around her...laughed. Broken...broken indeed if she couldn't resist until the true day of the moon. They just tied her tighter, bags over her feet to save them all from claws, and kept going...
...ever going away from her chosen home and people.