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Who's Afraid of the...?

Who's Afraid of the...?

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Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and predators of various kinds lurk among the hills. They better watch their backs... [1x1 bw Wyatt and tally]

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A reimagining of the classic rhyme, mixed with a bit of fairy tale, you are a shepherdess and you're in serious trouble. Unlike the other gals who also watch the flocks over the hills with you, this wasn't actually something you ever planned for your life. Especially when the crook and bodice seem to indicate you're "available" and some weirdo from the next village over keeps bugging you for attention. To top it all off, your father and brothers are counting on you to watch a heck of a lot of their freaking sheep and the stupid, bleating creatures don't even like you that much. But you're a good daughter and you'll do your duty, biding your time until you get shuffled off to become a baby making machine for some rich landowner.

That is until the day all of your sheep get stolen. Well, enough of them to really hurt the family wallet. And wouldn't it be just your luck that yours are the only flock stolen from? Intrigue and conspiracies abound until you discover the concerted plan by a select "mafia" of wolves and other predators to slaughter your specific flock to tear down your family's good name in the community. The only way you'll find out who's at the top behind this conspiracy is to hunt each of them down, one by one, until you find that bastard and bring them to justice.

With your weirdo would-be love interest as a partner in this mystery, the two of you set off on a journey of revenge. Bo Peep has never been imagined as badass as you will be as you break paws and take names. Ridiculous, over the top, gory fun, let's not take this too seriously but just enough to write the most epic version of a "Big Bad Wolf" story ever told.

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As they walked together, Phillipe couldn't keep his eyes off of the redhead. He felt inexorably drawn to her, like a magnet, his attention fixated on what she was doing and feeling. The way her hair looked as the daylight came upon them; her skin, speckled as it was, so creamy and smooth; the way her body moved under the dress she wore. He barely noticed the terrain changing until he was slipping in mud, his feet barely catching him from falling. After the first heart-stopping slip, he started to pay more attention to where his feet were going but still, his eyes always found his beloved.

At her declaration of fog, Phillipe once again found his eyes drawn away from her to look ahead at the mists crawling over the path. Oh, right. He was supposed to be on alert because they were going into territory with another pack of wolves. A thrill zipped through him as Ada skipped lightly across the path where she had been walking to be closer to him, her hand slipping into his with obvious nervousness. Trying not to smile too widely, Phillipe sniffed in a cocky manner and held himself taller as he walked along the path with.

"Aw, don't be anxious, love," Phillipe said with a cocksure grin. "Most wolven packs choose their own names and they do so with the intent to let you know who they are and what they do before you even meet them. Take the 'Red Hand' pack for example; red hands because they steal from travelers but usually without them knowing; also red hands because they have no compunction about killing and getting blood on their hands. It gives the impression of ruthless, merciless theft."

Shrugging at the deepening fog with a distant wave of his hand, Phillipe snorted flippantly. "These lot call themselves 'Fog Walkers'. What? Because they walk in the fog? Ooo, clever. I wouldn't be too worried. This'll probably end up being the easiest part of our journey. The five brothers are notoriously more business-like and refined. ...So I hear."

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  1. Feel free to use this character as you wish :)

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"You think so?" Ada asked, a nervous relief finding her tensed stomach.

Regardless of Phillipe's confidence, however, there was something about this part of the Silverthorn that made her skin crawl. There was little noise in the air - no birds or small mammals buzzing about; between the deafening silence and the lack of airflow, Ada felt like she couldn't breathe.

They broke into the fog blindly, the pathway under their feet becoming harder and harder to see. With such low visibility Ada felt like she was walking through a dreamscape, her sense of direction disappearing, her confusion increasing. Sounds occasionally struck through the dense air: snapping twigs, distant footsteps, muffled voices. The redhead came to a sudden halt as a growl sounded to her left. Her fingers eagerly drew her knife and she pressed closer to Phillipe, her grasp upon him tightening.

The beast, concealed by the fog, was evidently circling them, his small movements and voice heard from all sides. A loud snarl behind them. Ada swung around, eyes wide with adrenaline, but the creature didn't appear. Instead there was a terrible clatter, some sort of struggle, and then the bloodcurdling wail of an injured animal.

"These parts of the woods aren't safe, you know," came a voice from the direction of the fight. A shrowded figure could be dimly seen behind them, standing rather tall and thin.

"We are searching for the Fog Walkers," Ada replied, unsure of the man. "We were told their leader may have some information we are seeking."

The figure moved forward enough where he could be seen more clearly, though still somewhat concealed amidst the fog. He seemed to be older than them, perhaps by a decade, and had swooping red hair much like Ada's. His eyes, which were a deep forest green, scanned the two without expression, though lingering on their interlocked fingers for a moment too long. "You are lucky to be alive," he sighed. "My pack is at war with another at the moment, despite our peaceful intentions. They wish for our marshlands and they'll attack anyone in the fog."

"You are a Fog Walker?" Ada inquired, brows furrowing. He did indeed seem much more welcoming than the Red Hand. Perhaps Phillipe had been right all along.

The stranger nodded. "You have come to speak with the Master, then. I regret that he is very busy with our trading network, but he is likely to be free of his obligations later tonight. If you wish, I will take you to our residence. We have very little hospitality to offer for food is scarce around these parts, but I don't anticipate you staying long. Shall we?"

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  1. Nah, that's okay. I wanna see where you're going with this, lol. I don't know what I would do with him, to be honest.

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Phillipe was about to eat his own words as the growling started in the fog, anxiety rippling through him as he realized how defenseless they were in the thick of the whiteness. Drawing his own dirk in defense as well, he faced whatever direction the beast was in, pushed by a core deep desire to protect his bonded beloved. All the while, even as Ada curled closer to him, he never let go of her hand.

When the stranger appeared, Phillipe relaxed but only somewhat. It was not a wolfen he recognized and there was something off about his manner and story that Phillipe just couldn't put his finger on. Ada seemed all too happy to take the lead, making their intentions known and organizing a meeting with the Fog Walker's "Master" and even though the bloke seemed to oblige them well enough, Phillipe still held back that last ounce of trust.

"What's the name of the rival pack?" Phillipe asked, giving the man a sideways look and then putting on an unassuming grin. "I might've heard of them." Even though he'd never heard of the Fog Walkers, he was watching closely to see what the man had to say. Something in Phillipe's gut told him there wasn't even a rival pack although what evidence he had to base this on, he had no idea. "Seems odd that they get to operate with such freedom in your marshes as well." Aside from the fact that anyone would even want the marshlands to begin with.

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The stranger glanced at Phillipe, obviously unperturbed by his comments concerning the rival pack. "Like I said, food is scarce," he replied with an indifferent shrug of his broad shoulders. His eyes briefly passed over the two before returning to meet Phillipe's gaze. "Recently a section of our pack broke off in order to find a more fertile land. When they discovered that much of the Silverthorn was already inhabited, however, they returned hungry for power. It's a civil war. There are not many of us left anymore."

He was a smooth liar, his words dripping from his silver tongue like sweet poison. Although there were plenty of food options in and around the marshes, the pack simply couldn't eat them. Food was scarce, in this context, considering that their curse prevented them from eating anything born within the Silverthorn. The talk of the civil war, however, was all lies meant to bring wary travelers into their dens, to make them believe that they would be safe from the rival pack. The stranger could smell the wolf in the male traveler, so he was inclined to believe that he would be inedible, though that wouldn't stop them from trying.

The girl, though... She was definitely human. But what was this? The stranger glanced briefly at Ada, sniffing lightly. It was hard for him not to smile. Ah. They had courted recently; she bore his scent in a very recognizable way. The two looked as if they'd been in a fight recently, and judging by the direction of their arrival it had definitely been with the Red Hand. Satisfied with his catch, the stranger nudged his head in the direction of the Fog Walker camp. "If you follow me, I can lead you to my people," he said and began walking off to the left, the fog enveloping him almost immediately. "You can call me Az."

Ada was vastly uncomfortable with following the Fog Walker, but she didn't see much of a choice in the matter. Despite the warnings going off in her head, they needed to talk to the Big Badd's brother if they wanted to get anywhere. "I don't like this," she murmured to Phillipe. "At the first sign of danger, let's book it. Revenge is only realistic if we're alive." Tawny eyes hard and decided, she tugged at his hand to follow Az into the fog.

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  1. It's a good day when I get the chance to post between shifts! Love the character of Az by the way!

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He didn't really know what to do with that explanation. Was it a rival pack or a civil war within the same pack? Phillipe supposed he was being paranoid and that it could technically be both but there were other things that just didn't add up with what this fellow was saying. Were they all dying because of the fighting or because food was scarce? And if things were so hard in the marshlands, why would the splinter group return to try to take over? Unless the Fog Walkers were too weak to resist them for very long, which Phillipe doubted, just from the simple fact of who their leader was. Then why were they all fighting to be King of the Land of Suck in the Silverthorn?

Despite not arguing or challenging the stranger anymore, Phillipe was just as unsettled as Ada was. However, when she asserted that she was willing to abandon her quest if things became too dangerous, he felt a flood of defensiveness surge within him. After everything...and to just leave if it all became too much? What about the hit on the farm? Who was really behind it? Why had they done it? And not knowing the answers to these questions, how could they ensure it wouldn't happen again? Not only would an escape with their lives mean all that they'd risked to that point had meant nothing but it would also put them in the helpless position of becoming victims again. That was not how Phillipe wanted to start his life with his beloved.

If it came down to it...Phillipe would risk his life to protect her and help her reach the end of her quest. Even if he died, she could go home, armed with the knowledge to protect her family's farm from further harm. "Aye," Phillipe said to Ada, his voice low so the stranger just ahead of them in the fog couldn't hear. "Sounds like a plan. Although if we can find a chance to bargain...let's take it." Not bothering to mention that he was willing to put himself on the table.

He glanced at her, his heart filling with love even as her features were drawn with stress and he disentangled their fingers to put his arm around her and pulling her close. It was too treacherous of footing to walk like that, so they stopped briefly for Phillipe to nuzzle her neck and kiss her. He knew they were supposed to be following the cloaked figure of Az up ahead, and they had to keep up as they could barely see him as it was...but the wolven couldn't help himself. Even as defensive and protective as he was feeling, he couldn't keep his hands and lips off of her. "You smell so good," he murmured, clearing his throat as he drew away, trying to focus his stupid animal brain on the task in front of them.

Jogging a little to try to catch up to the shadow ahead of them in the fog, Phillipe shouted, "Oi! Hang on a minute! We can't see you!" He hoped the Fog Walkers camp wasn't too far, his boots drenched in sopping, muddy water.

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  1. Wooo! and thanks! He'll be fun and evil lol also, my plan from here is vague (they try to eat them, basically) so feel free to spice things up however you like :)

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Ada could hear the unease in Phillipe's voice, could feel it in his fingers as he wrapped an arm around her. She didn't like never knowing what to do, what to say, how to feel; but that was how the Silverthorn worked. Nothing was predictable. Nothing was ideal. She fingered the hemline of his tunic as they unsteadily walked through the mud, happy that he was here but guilty that he was suffering for her. All for revenge? As angry as she was, as hurt as she was - was it all really worth it?

A blush came over her cheeks at Phillipe's gentle nuzzles and her heart began to flutter as thoughts of the previous night filled her head. She suddenly stepped away from him to keep him at an arms length away, unable to quench the thirst to be touched by him. "You made me smell like this," she gushed and snapped her face away from him to conceal her expression.

Az was waiting for them a little ways ahead, his sharp green eyes watching them as they drew nearer. It was satisfying to see the way they looked at each other, embarrassed and attentive; young lovers were the most fun to break. He swallowed back his sinful desires and allowed his face to remain slack and emotionless. "Please do not dawdle," he said coldly. "We are approaching camp and my comrades will attack if you are too far from me."

Once they were close enough together for Az's liking, they continued a little further through the mud, which seemed to be growing thicker by the second. They arrived at the camp not long after and were greeted by what seemed like a floating village. Small huts and structures sat atop the marsh waters, supported by the trees they were built around. Each building was connected by intricate wooden walkways, some slick with water and moss. Positioned in the center of the village was a larger building that was built higher above the water, suspended by ropes and supported by a massive, ancient looking tree.

"I've brought guests," Az said to a passerby who had paused to consider the group. "I found them near the war zone."

"Give them a space in the Den," the passerby replied with a glance at Phillipe. "Make sure they understand the rules."

"They wish to speak to the Master."

This caused the other to flinch. "I see," he murmured. "I will pass along the message."

"We don't normally allow guests," Az explained as he led them through the mazed walkways. "We are very territorial - our people believe this land is sacred ground - so we like to keep to ourselves. Of course, our stake in this land would be tainted if we let travelers be slaughtered in our war, for the deaths of many cause humans to get restless; restlessness brings guns." A grim expression crossed his face but it disappeared quickly. "Regardless, you are safe for the time being. If you had come before the war had started, however, you would not have been welcomed so kindly."

He showed them to a building on the edge of the floating village - only one walkway led up to it - and guided them inside. There was a main room where blankets and furniture sat cold and unused, then several rooms off to the sides. "You can take any one of these rooms," he said with pursed lips. "This used to be our nursery, but there are no pups here any longer." Az's green eyes flickered between the two of them. "Our Master is very strict about visitors, since it is not a usual practice. You will not be allowed to sleep in the same room, though you are welcome to visit with each other while you await the Master's summons. I also ask that you keep all belongings in this central area." His eyebrows furrowed. "Including weapons."

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  1. lol, sure, how about some Phillipe talkback, lol.

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Things just kept getting weirder, the further they went. It wasn't that they got looked at by those within the camp; afterall, that'd happened with the Red Hand. Newcomers were worthy of note. It was rather the way the reactions didn't match up to what was said. Phillipe was hypersensitive, not knowing any of the wolven here but even still, red flags kept flying up with every new interaction and piece of information.

Then there was the stuff Az said about the land being sacred. That was certainly different and for a criminal organization such as the Hund, it felt out of place to him. Never before had he ever heard anything close to religiousness among his people, back when he'd lived their ways. Humans were full of superstition and religion and it was one thing Phillipe found both odd and endearing about them; their desire to believe. To hear it from a wolfen, speaking in terms of "sacredness" and "taintedness" it was a little bizarre. Phillipe understood the core of what he was saying but there was something underneath that.

The hair on the back of Phillipe's neck stood on end as they were shown to the abandoned nursery. Not just from the faint and faded smell of youth in the rooms, like dead memories still talking in ghostly whispers on his nose, but the fact that Az matter of factly intoned that the rooms were no longer used. Why? What the hell was wrong with these wolven? A pack without some semblance of recruitment, either from the women in the group or new youth being enlisted, was a dying pack indeed.

It was very clear that they were not being told something and as soon as Az went through his little list of demands, Phillipe had grown fed up of the dance. "Yeah, okay, we're not gonna do that," he said with a snippy nod and shrug. "I'm sure you're aware, this is my bonded mate and I'll not sleep with a wall between us. If you all have some weird religious reason for wanting to keep us virtuous, then fine, we'll make a bond right now that we'll remain chaste until we leave. It's fine. But you'll not tell me I can't sleep in the same room as her." He glanced at Ada, not really caring if he sounded like an obstinate jerk but the truth was, he didn't like the idea of Az trying to separate them under the veil of hospitality. Something about that didn't feel right, even with how close the rooms in the nursery were.

And just to be that extra bit uncooperative, Phillipe sniffed and perched on the edge of a table, saying, "Don't worry about where our weapons are. We'll not be staying long enough for it to matter. We just need to talk to your leader and then we'll be gone and moving on." Phillipe patted his belt where his dirk sat, dangling by his thigh. "My dirk'll stay right here, snug in it's place, because I trust I'll not have a reason to use it. You all being so friendly right now during the war time and all." Phillipe flashed him a impudent grin. "And if that's not good enough, then you're welcome to try to take it from me and put it where you want it. I mean it's not like we're prisoners. Right?" The last was said with his smile slightly fading, his blue eyes looking hard at the other man. "We'll meet with your Man and then we're gone. Not even enough time to sully these quarters with too intimate sleeping arrangements. Yeah?" If he was a prudish, religious nut, then that should be motivation enough to get them what they wanted.

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This was the problem with trying to fool fellow wolven: they were too smart, too used to the ways of the Silverthorn to fall for such a bland story. Az's expression remained unchanged throughout Phillipe's speech, but inside he was getting excited. Those who caused trouble were always the first to go, because their rantings killed the illusion of trust and safety that allowed this entire operation to work. Of course, they'd have to taste his blood first to see if it was even worth butchering him for a meal. Why do the work when you can't even eat it? The girl, on the other hand, she was definitely edible.

"You challenge me rather easily," Az mused with a delighted, ominous smile, "considering where you now stand in my territory." He paused to consider them for a moment. "I am more than aware that you are bonded," he continued, "which is interesting considering your opposing heritages, but regardless I do not make the rules - the Master does. Celibacy is not the issue, it is simply a rule from the Master. If you wish to speak to him, your meeting may go more favorably knowing you followed the rules."

Truth be told, it was simply much easier to deal with prisoners when they didn't have each other to lean on for support. Separating them also made for more fun beforehand. Az could feel himself salivating. The wolfen could be drugged and taken to the women; the genetics of the pack had become too weak to successfully breed, so any captured wolven was usually kept until they provided viable offspring. They could kill him later, considering he was less likely to cooperate. Ah. There were so many more things they could do to the human. Fear, pain, humiliation - those expressions would look lovely on her speckled cheeks. And then, when they were finished with her, she'd made a decent meal.

"If you feel so inclined, you may keep a weapon on your person." Az's sharp green eyes flickered from Phillipe to stare holes into Ada. "It would seem that your beloved is a little too protective. We mean you no harm, but if he continues to act in such a way we will see it as a threat." His smile disappeared and he returned his attention to both of them. "A small meal will be prepared for you for lunch. Please do not leave this Den unless accompanied. We will collect you when the Master is available."

Ada watched Az leave, her chest tight. "Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh," she said warily while dropping the majority of her belongings upon a table. "Something is wrong with this place. Did you see the way he was looking at me?" A shiver passed through her and, trying to calm her nerves, she chose a room off to the left of the entrance. The room was small, but a proper bed sat upon the floor. Overjoyed at the sight she rolled down into the bed, rubbing her face into the clean smelling sheets. "Now this is more like it," she purred happily.

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  1. I had an idea...and then I had a different idea. Ha...

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"Aye, I did," Phillipe murmured distractedly as he stood up from the table and looked at the door Az had gone through. More red flags. He couldn't help but feel like they were being threatened. That seemed fairly typical of a pack regarding strangers, but again there was the sense of Az not telling them something. And then of course, there was the hungered way he kept looking at Ada.

Making up his mind, Phillipe bit his lip and glanced at Ada. "Oi, I'll be right back," he said. "I'm just going to...follow..."

Standing in the doorway to the room she had chosen, Phillipe looked down at Ada sprawled on her stomach on the bed, delighting in the luxury of good bedding for once. Everything he'd been talking about went out the window as his eyes licked pathways up her calves to her backside, perky and round in the thin dress she wore. Crouching down, Phillipe crawled onto the bed, her feet between his hands as he bent low and nipped her backside through the fabric. A thrill of pride and delight swirled through him at the sound of surprise she made, and he crawled the rest of the way up before she could move out of position.

Fingers, slender and slightly dirty from their travels, curled around the hair at her shoulders, gently moving it aside to expose her neck and shoulders. That's where his lips went next, planting deep, agonized kisses at her skin, his shaggy blonde hair moving out of the way as he nuzzled her desperately. She was his and he loved it, his body and hands moving low to keep contact, always touching her.

"We don't have time for this right now," he complained and then proceeded to ignore himself as his right hand began to drag at her thighs, her dress riding up slightly with the motion.

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  1. do she got the booty?? she dooooo

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  2. I've devolved into a stale meme

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  3. I figure when dinner rolls around, it would be apparent that they're man eaters. I figured you'd prefer to take charge of the big guy since you know more of where the plot is going lol

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As soon as he disappeared from the Den, Az's expression hardened. His gate lengthened as his stomach pressed him to find something to eat. His capture of the couple had left him salivating heavily and his body yearned for the taste of flesh. He made his way across the camp, slipping into one of the buildings off the main path: the kitchen. Preservation of meat was something the Fog Walkers had perfected over time, considering that finding proper meals throughout the year - especially during winter - was rare.

Weaving around the hanging partitions that separated the dining area from the rest of the kitchen, Az found what he was looking for. Strung up on the back wall was a leathery, not entirely tasteful jerky. He'd never become used to the taste of human flesh, still preferring the smell of rabbit or squirrel (though once in his stomach they poisoned his system), but hunger was a cruel master that needed fulfillment. He tore a long strip from the oldest jerky and dug his teeth in, saliva dripping from his lips.

"There you are, Azazel," came a purring voice from the partitions. "I hear you brought us tomorrow's dinner."

"One of them is a wolf, Prue," Az replied between bites. "If the Master agrees, he'll be given to you and your sisters."

She seemed delighted by the idea, grinning ear to ear. "The Master wishes for them to attend tonight's dinner. He says that if they amuse him, he'll agree to talk with him."

"How cruel of him." His lips reflected hers. "To give them their answers before they die."


A shrill sound of surprise escaped Ada at the sudden pinch of pain. "Phillipe!" she exclaimed, and though she wanted to move to scold him, he was already over her. His kisses cast a prickly spell, which spread up and down her spine, across her skin. The sensations cast a bright warmth upon her face and ears and she pressed her face back into the sheets in an attempt to smother the sounds rising in her throat.

With every delicate touch her body recalled what he'd done to her and it sent her heart racing into overdrive. At his ginger caress at her thighs, Ada's own hand shot back from her side and gripped at his wrist to stop him. Her other arm moved to prop herself up a little, though her forehead still lingered on the bed, casting her brilliant red hair around her. "Are you teasing me?" she demanded, struggling to keep her breathing calm. "Everyone will hear us!"

Despite her words, Ada couldn't bring herself to push him away. Instead she lingered there in a state of confused anticipation, trying to straighten out her wild thoughts. After a few moments she released his wrist, but made no attempt to remove his fingers from her thigh. Of course she wanted him to touch her, regardless of how she was talking. "We don't have time for this right now," she echoed, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. "... do we?"

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  1. I figure, if you've got nothing else planned, we can always move ahead to dinner. We could always give them a moment to talk too; we haven't really given them a real conversation for a little while. And then at dinner, we'll have one of the five brothers meet them.

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Drawing away from her, he righted his clothes and glanced at the door, suddenly remembering what he'd planned to do. Crap. He'd meant to secretly follow Az through the maze of walkways, to see what he did or where he went, to get to the bottom of the secret the other wolfen kept dancing around. So much for that now. Looking back at Ada, there was a part of him that couldn't regret his decision to stay rather than go.

"I wonder if lunch is ready yet," Phillipe said, waiting for Ada to make herself presentable before opening the door to their room.

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  1. They can totally chat for a minute :) then we can skip ahead to dinner I suppose

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Ada picked herself up onto all fours, her muscles trembling. She readjusted her dress, feeling the sting of the cloth against the tender markings on her back, and sat back onto her calves. There was nothing that she wanted more than to take a long nap, to allow her body to recover, but regardless of their intimacy they were still in enemy territory.

She focused on calming her breathing and, in an effort to sooth her nerves, she pulled her hair to the side and began to braid it. "I'm sure it'll be here soon," she murmured. "Az did say it wouldn't be long."

Her tawny gaze lifted to consider him, eating him up as she gave him a once over. He'd become such a different person over such a short period and, while she hated that he was in dangerous waters, she couldn't help but feel a lack of guilt for asking him to come. After all, without all of this, would she have ever admitted to herself her feelings for him? She doubted it, especially considering her relationship with Christoph.

"After the farm is restored, I want to leave Schafedorf," Ada said suddenly. "I hate it here. Always have. Always will." As if her feelings towards the village hadn't been negative enough, the information regarding her mother's death was slowly eating away at her. It was all because of this damned forest that her life had come to shambles. First her mother, then the livestock - what was to be next?

She found her footing and stood with a stretch. Her legs protested underneath her, quivering, but she forced her knees to lock and keep her upright. "I don't care where, but I want to leave," she pressed. "When I do, will you come with me?" She felt foolish for asking the question, but for him to leave everything behind - including his mother, his roots - felt entirely selfish. It seemed unfair to just assume that he would waltz away after his experiences in the Silverthorn.

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Phillipe was looking forlornly at the main room, just the way they'd left it, when Ada's question caught him off guard. Turning to give her a boyish grin, he said, "Tryin' to get rid of me, yeah? Was it what just happened that put a bur in your bum?" Pun totally intended. Phillipe rolled his eyes and sighed, "I told you: It slipped!"

As he approached her, the joking air about him died down as he held her hands in his own and kissed them delicately. "In all seriousness, love: wherever you are, that's where I want to be. I don't care where and you never have to ask if I'm happy or content because I assure you I always will be." That bond between them beat in his heart, echoing hers, and he felt a flutter of giddiness overwhelm him temporarily, thinking of the connection between them.

"When this is over, I'll grab my savings from the manor in Ammon, we'll spend half on restoring the farm and the rest we'll use to travel and settle somewhere else. We could start our own farm, find something to plant, have lots of babies, and just enjoy our own little corner of the world. Or we could always go to Paris or London or Versailles and find our niche working for pay in a big city. Whatever we want. The potential is ours."

He had to admit, he was a bit of a dreamer but his desire to be whatever he wanted had put him on the path to meeting Ada. Since it had worked so well the first time he did it, why not with a partner at his side?

"We just have to get through this," he finally said. "I'm not so sure about these people. I didn't mean to be so antagonistic but I really don't want to get to comfortable following orders. For one thing, those rules that freak Az laid out were idiotic, but for another, I don't like them trying to separate and control us. Besides, they're hiding something...I can feel it. That Az fellow was nothing but a bucket of lies on lies. And I know they're supposedly starving and all but he was looking at you like he might have you for dinner."

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Ada's cheeks burned brightly at his jokes, but the heat in her cheeks calmed upon the kisses to her hands. She shouldn't have worried. She was overwhelmed at his words, excited and terrified for their future together. It didn't matter where they went as long as they went together. She couldn't help but imagine them settling just outside of a brilliant colorful city, small little blondes and redheads running around on the freshly cut lawn with laughter in their lungs.

But that was the future, and that fairytale ending was still quite a ways away. They still had to make it through the Fog Walker's curiosities and find their way to the Big Badd, a character Ada still wasn't quite sure how to stomach. And from there? Who was behind all this? After all of this, after anger and hatred built her lust for revenge, what if the perpetrator was someone she knew? What if it was someone that she couldn't touch? What if everything they'd done amounted to nothing?

She quickly shook the thoughts from her head, determination bubbling up within her. Ada wrapped her arms tightly around Phillipe's waist and buried her face into his shirt. She planted a kiss to his sternum, then took a deep breath to capture his scent. "We'll make it through this place, no matter what they throw at us," she murmured. "Surely they are still just wolves. What could they use against us that we haven't encountered before?"

Lunch was served soon after, though the wolfen who delivered the food was someone unfamiliar. Aside from occasional check-ins, they were left mostly alone to relax and chat quietly. It was several hours later, as the sky was falling to a deep purple, when Az appeared at the Den, his sharp green eyes almost glowing in the lamplight.

"The Master wishes to invite you to dinner," he said without expression. "He will likely speak with you afterwards, so please be on your best behavior." He glanced at the numerous weapons nestled in their belongings and on their bodies. "You may only accept the invitation if you choose to come unarmed. The Master will be occupied tomorrow, so if you wish to speak to him you ought to do so now."

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  1. Sorry, not sure what you'd have in mind for the dinner, if not that but I didn't want to leave it short with Phillipe just reacting to leaving the weapons behind. Especially not if you wanted me to take over, lol.

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  2. Also, I never input gifs or faceclaims or anything like that but I had him in mind and stumbled upon that. Couldn't resist. If you want me to take it out, just let me know. It's not a big deal.

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That was the rub, wasn't it? Now there was no room for playful arguments or vague challenges. It was either 'they wanted to talk to him....or not.' The choice was completely theirs. With a knowing smirk, Phillipe removed his dirk from his belt, holding it up with a raised eyebrow at Az, before setting it aside on the table.

"You win, mate," he said with a sigh while righting his belt after the removal of dirk and sheathe and all. Then he shrugged plainly and said, "All you had to do was ask nicely." As if it had really been that simple.

After Ada had removed hers and set them aside as well, they were escorted from the Den and were soon lost among the darkened walkways, only Az and lamplight as their guide. The dining hall they were led to was long, the ceiling only slightly larger than that of the Den, giving the space a more intimate, refined feel. The table filled the entire length of the room and the seats were filled with what looked to be the entirety of the Fog Walkers pack. Which, even compared to the band of robbers in the Red Hand, wasn't really saying much. And most of the food seemed to be centralized on one end of the table, leaving a few, sparse dishes placed in front of the others.

At the head of the table was a grand figure of a man, the most healthy and good looking of the bunch, dark hair and big, dark brown eyes, with a finely architectured band of facial hair encircling his mouth. Dressed in a fine suit and breastcoat of a bloody maroon color, he was conversing with the men and women who sat near him. When Az was showing the pair to their seats, somewhere mid-table, closer to the other end, he was halted by a shout from the charming man at the other end.

"Azazel, nevermind that," he said, waving his hand in a canceling motion at those particular seats, instead pointing at a couple closer to his end of the table. "They can sit here, that's fine." A flash of a suave, relaxed grin, as he watched the visitors take their seats, Ada on one side of the table and Phillipe sitting across from her. There were two to three people seated between them and the head of the table but they were close enough to hear the conversation between the leader and his fellows.

"My name is Eric, by the way," the man said over a wine cup. "The fourth of the five brothers, so, not the youngest but certainly close to. I'm always surprised whenever we get visitors but it's wonderful to have you. Please do enjoy yourselves and if there's anything you need, do not hesitate to ask."

That was the last thing he said to the two of them before dinner got underway, the dubious meat shoveled onto his place, while others got some sort of watery stew filled with chunks of a just as dubious meat and stale bread served alongside it. The wine served to the visitors was unfulfilling and watery and looking around, the metallic scent coming from the other glasses, didn't strike Phillipe as odd.

Since they were so close to him, several times, Ada tried to get the attention of the Master of the table but he ignored them, instead talking over her when she'd interject into pauses and silences, or just plain pretending not to hear her as he gorged himself on the succulent and greasy meat on his own plate. After the stupid rules and requirements for even getting to see this guy, now, they were here in his presence and his beloved kept getting brushed aside like she was nothing, it really hit a hard button for Phillipe.

Finally, fed up with her latest attempt being ignored as Eric laughed at something one of his women had said, Phillipe slammed his hand on the table, jolting the silverware and dishes, causing all of the conversation to die down. "Oi! Enough!" Phillipe growled angrily. "She's come a long way to talk to you and I'd really appreciate it if you would acknowledge her and answer her, please!" Realizing that he was quite a bit angrier than the situation required, Phillipe let out a breath and said a bit more calmly, even apologetically, "I don't mean to be rude, sir, but you're not being very polite yourself."

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Eric merely widened his brown eyes briefly and smirked slightly to himself over the outburst, "Well, I do apologize if you mistook your place at the table as warranting my immediate attention," he said glibly, pausing to finish chewing his food and drink from his cup. "But I was right in the middle of enjoying my meal. But you know what? You're right. She's a very important guest and deserves my full attention at this moment. Go ahead, sweetheart. Don't be shy. What is it I can help you with, since apparently, I'm at your complete disposal."

It was hard to tell from his manner where the sarcasm started and where the charm ended, blending seamlessly together as he bantered lightly, turning an attentive eye to the red head. "You're very cute by the way. For a ginger," he said with a small smirk. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt again. Just pointing that out. Go ahead. All you."

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  1. It works beautifully! :)

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  2. Also, the gif made me laugh lol so I appreciate the inclusion

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  3. Hope you got to see the eclipse! We had 99.1% here!

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There was no denying that going into the dinner without their weapons was a mistake, but Ada knew that they couldn't really do much to protest - not if they really wanted to attain the knowledge they needed. She reluctantly did as they were told, noting to herself that she still had the small dagger in her corset, thus far unused, in case things got messy.

The dining room wasn't exactly welcoming. It didn't take a genius to notice the tired, ravenous faces of the few remaining pack members and the fact that their eyes were mostly trained on the fuller dishes that sat towards the head of the table. Unequal distribution of meals? Ada's attention flickered to the gentleman at the head of the table and, seeing his healthy glow, quickly began to understand the pack dynamics. Eric, the leader called himself, and though he invited them closer, he didn't seem very interested.

She didn't much like being placed closer to the pack leader, but obediently allowed Az to corral her into a different seat. His hand pressed against the small of her back as they walked and it took everything in Ada's power not to swipe at him. They sat a few seats away from the head, just far enough for the distance to be a hinderance for productive conversation. Although Az wasn't sitting near them, she noticed that his eyes were honed in on the female beside Phillipe (ooc: this is Prue, fyi). As soon as Phillipe sat, the female was only concerned with him. She wasn't the most beautiful of creatures, dark circles under her black eyes and her wiry black hair chopped just below the ears, but they way she held herself indicated a sort of power that the others didn't show.

As the meal began, Ada attempted several times to catch Eric's attentions. Awkwardly failing each try, she would return to her dish. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the tension, but the food looked remarkably fowl; even the wine seemed atrocious, and with a small sip of it she confirmed that it was undrinkable. A familiar metallic taste lingered on her tongue, but unable to place it she simply ran her spoon through the watery soup and watched the mystery meat bob up to the surface. Against her better judgement she attempted a bite, but it was so tough that she couldn't even chew it enough to swallow. When no-one was watching, she spit it into her napkin and stowed it away under her seat for tossing later.

Phillipe's temper flared before hers could and suddenly the life of the dinner disappeared - not that there had been much life in the first place. Ada felt a chill at Eric's initial response to her. An important guest? Chalking it up as obscured sarcasm, she set down her spoon and lifted her chin, her tawny eyes meeting his unwavering gaze.

"I was hoping that you--," she started, but was cut off by his comment. She didn't like that at all. Why did all the men here look at her like that? Like some plaything? Ada stamped down her agitation and gave him a sweet, obviously forced smile. "That's very kind of you to say. You're very charming. For a wolf." Her gaze hardened. Whatever game he wanted to play, she wasn't about to be swallowed in. "I'm searching for someone who put out a hit through the Hund. I've been told that a ledger is kept to keep track of every hit, but the owner of that ledger is a bit hard to talk to without a scheduled meeting. I've also been told that the brothers of that certain someone may be able to set up a meeting for me. I was hoping that you--."

It was at this point that the girl beside Phillipe rather violently knocked over her wine glass, on accident or purpose it was unclear, sending the contents rolling across the table and onto Ada's lap. Splatters from the original impact of the goblet upon the table sent droplets of the wine up the side of her neck and cheek. Stunned for a moment, Ada quickly pressed napkins into the spill, cursing quietly, her cheeks red as the thunder was stolen from her.

"I'm so sorry," the girl was saying, though it didn't seem genuine. She helped for a few moments to blot the spill, but abandoned it a little too quickly. Her dark eyes fell upon Phillipe, big and sad. "Did I get any on you?" she asked and stroked his arm as if searching for stains.

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  1. I have a really sick and twisted idea for him to torture them, just in case you can't think of anything. If you can? Great! Let me have it! lol

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Now they were getting some where. After everything that had happened, Phillipe was eager just to be moving on. Those dreams they'd discussed in private weren't just a fantasy. They were real and Phillipe wanted them so badly he could practically taste them. He was done playing other people's games.

Things were going well, Phillipe smiling softly in pride as Ada made her stance clear and didn't take any crap from the Fog Walker's leader, and Eric pursed his lips and furrowed his brows like he was deeply considering what she had to say. Then all attention was driven away from that when the silly wench beside him spilled her drink and got it all over Ada right across the table from them. Phillipe, in concern, handed her the napkins by his plate, just as flustered as she was by the interruption.

Glancing at the hand on his arm first, Phillipe looked blankly up at the girl touching him and gently flicked her fingers off of him. "No, I'm fine. If you could hand me your napkins, though," he said, not bothering to wait for her as he reached across her and grabbed her cloth napkins, tossing them to where Ada could reach them. It was then that Phillipe got a good wiff of the liquid on the table, the metallic scent suddenly crystalizing in his skull and recognition dawning on him with a sinking feeling. He knew what that was and sitting back in his seat, he suddenly started to look around at the occupants of the table in a new light, including the dishes set before everybody. Finally, his worried eyes looked up at Ada and he realized why the hell they were there and what had been troubling him about this the entire time they'd interacted with Az and his people.

Adjusting his suit coat with a grunt and a sniff, Eric sat back in his chair, nodding and waving his hand languidly in the air. "Right, and you want me to set you up with an appointment with my brother, the one who keeps the ledger. Have I got that right?" he asked, continuing her train of thought, seemingly unperturbed by the liquid spill, despite the dozen or so hungry looks cast Ada's way now that she was splashed in the stuff. Lifting his own drink, he paused to take a gulp of it as he said, "Maybe you should have done your research before coming here - or perhaps, whoever sent you here knew what they were doing. In any case, my brother and I don't really get along. He hasn't been very helpful to me during the last few years during our crisis, so, I'm a little loathe to make any sort of contact. Aside from that, hits come with a confidentiality clause: no outsiders will ever know the names of those who hire us. It'd be bad for business to just give out the names of those who seek us out to just anybody. So, not only is this extremely emotional territory for me but you're also basically asking me to break the rules for you."

He gave Ada a considering look up and down, seeming to smile a little as he said, "But, I am a businessman. And I'm willing to do this really uncomfortable thing for you...for a price. So, little ginger, I ask, what are you willing to give me in exchange for this favor?"

Without hesitation, knowing that Ada's life was in danger just from her mere presence at the table with these wolven who filled their cups and plates with this kind of meat, Phillipe said, "My life." Eyes turned to him and Phillipe ignored Ada for the moment to give Eric a solid look. "I'll give you my life if you get her the meeting and let her go free. Safely."

Eric gave him a long look, his brows frowning as he cocked his head to the side. "Your life? That's alright," he said looking away dismissively. "I've seen it and I'm not too impressed. Besides, what makes you think I don't already have that?" He gently pointed at the female wolfen beside him and cocked his head again with a very smug smile. "I hope you're not too hindered by traditions and whatnot, because you're going to be having a lot of partners from here on out. I'm glad that you guys got to have one more dance in the sheets together before this all went down though."

There it was. Out in the open now. And as Eric turned to shrug at Ada, mockingly apologetic, Phillipe jolted up from his seat and shouted, "Ada! Run!" He merely got to stand before a hand on his shoulder shoved him back down with inhuman strength. Ada too didn't get further than pushing her chair out before a wolfen beside her shoved her back down as well.

Blowing air out between his lips with his fingers steepled before him, Eric said, "How about we make a game of it? I don't normally do this but you two are very entertaining. So cocky and firey, almost like the world owes you a frigging favor. In a den of wolves that eat human flesh, it's very bizarre and exciting to see people so brazen. So, I'm willing to consider letting you have what you want and even letting you go...if you can find something to give me that I really want. I mean, truly, let me know how much you want this, so that I can feel it. What have you got?"

There was a whisper of a whine from his left and Eric rolled his eyes without glancing at Prue. "And no matter what, I need him," indicating Phillipe, "to stay a little while and act as a stud to replenish our stock. We're running low on viable young in case you couldn't tell. You help me, I help you. I think that's fair." Phillipe glanced at the women next to him, actually seeing her for the first time and cringed at the thought of laying with anyone other than his beloved. It made him physically ill to think of it....but in that moment, he cast a desperate eye to Ada and nodded ever so slightly. Yes. They could do that. And whatever else this madman wanted to trade.

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  1. That's vaguely what I had in mind too, but if I think of anything better I'll let you know xP

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Something was wrong. Ada saw a very evident shift in Phillipe's demeanor, his eyes swinging around the table with a sudden intensity that made her nervous. What had he noticed? Her mind unable to even process the possibilities he was realizing, she cleaned herself up as well as she could before returning her full attention to Eric. His words cut her like knives. He wasn't close with his brother? Was this common knowledge? A new, unbounded hatred poured through her, all pointing directly at the thought of Charlie; in a terribly ironic way, she felt like she'd caught him red handed.

She had considered Eric's proposition for only a moment before Phillipe interrupted, expression wild. Ada's heart began to hammer. What was happening? Her eyes found Az a few seats down, where he sat staring unabashedly at her. Upon realizing she'd noticed him he made a show of dipping a finger into his wine and lifting the droplets to his mouth. The wine. Part of her knew the truth before she'd realized it and suddenly she felt vastly ill.

Phillipe's cry to flee commanded her muscles into motion, but even if she'd made it from her chair she wouldn't have gotten far. Az was suddenly behind her, forcing her back into her seat. But her stomach had other ideas and desperation gave her the strength to push him away long enough for her to make it to the window of the hall and empty her stomach into the marsh waters below. Ada was returned to her seat presently, hard fingers clutching at the curve between her neck and shoulders. Az had found the indentation from Phillipe's teasing teeth in her scramble for the window and now ground his thumb hard into it as he kept her from leaving the chair.

Ada's face had lost much of its color. She tried to put on a brave expression, but the trembling of her body gave her away. Eric's proposition to use Phillipe as a breeder lit a fuse inside her. The girl beside him, upon the proposition, snaked a hand very obviously under the table to dance in his lap. And against all odds of acceptance, Phillipe's glance her way shortened her fuse. No. That was enough. Still entirely terrified but now angry, her tawny eyes, now lacking their previous dominant spark, turned on Eric.

"I'll give you whatever you like," Ada said cooly, "but my mate is off the table. There are plenty of other candidates for breeding other than him. I'm sure if you send your whores into the forest, they'd find someone to rough them up." Her mouth felt dry, knowing it wasn't smart to offend him but also understanding that giving into him without a fight would get them nowhere. She glanced briefly at Phillipe before ignoring him entirely; he'd done enough sacrificing for her. That was enough. "On the condition that both of us leave here alive and intact, armed with a meeting set up by yours truly, I'll give you anything you like that is within reason. Name your price."

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Why did she have to go and do that? Phillipe gave Ada a frustrated glare, more desperate than anything to have her let him take this bullet for her and angered about the hot water they were getting themselves into to deny Eric his demands. Opposite of the expected, Eric actually began to laugh, genuinely amused by her forthrightness and insistence upon this ridiculous little wolfen staying with her. Gathering himself and still chuckling, Eric lounged back in his chair, sniffing as he said, "Done."

At the sound of complaint from Prue, Eric merely raised his hand with a small frown in her direction before turning back to Ada. "That's fine if you really want him that bad," having quelled the argument from the female wolfen, he picked up his glass and spoke with lips almost touching the rim, finishing his thought before drinking. "But the price goes up."

Swallowing his mouthful, he grunted in delight, his drink obviously a stronger, purer version of what was lurking in the other cups. Finally, he said, "So, I get to name the price? That makes this so much more fun. Hm, what does a meeting with my brother cost to me?" Touching a finger to his nose and tracing it down to his lips in a mime of deep, thoughtful consideration, he perked up and smiled.

"How about a kiss?" he asked coquettishly. "Full on the lips, as long as I want, and I get to touch you...however I want."

Phillipe didn't expect that but as soon as it was said, he was on his feet again with a growl, his eyes seeing nothing but bloody red. He was half transformed and on the table before he was yanked back by the tail, the emaciated wolfen standing just behind him, grabbing him in a headlock. The plucky, sunny colored wolf, whimpered sharply and flailed in the man's arms until he transformed again, Phillipe grunting in discomfort and writhing in the tight hold around his neck. Even still, Phillipe struggled, gritting out, "You put your hands on her and I'll kill you, you bloody animal!"

Eric was chuckling again, cocking his head in curiosity at Phillipe, even as the wolfen grew exhausted without his breath and was forced back into his seat with a red-faced, humiliated glower. "See what I mean?" he asked casually. "It's so bizarre. Not only the fact that you thought you'd even have a chance, even if my men weren't standing at the ready to keep you civil. After all, I'm a pure alpha in both blood and status, so, I'm a much bigger wolf than you." He flopped his hands and shook his head in baffled amusement. "I could crush your body between my jaws, just by merely closing them. But it's also this thing you both have with defiance, like we're here to bargain or something. Just throwing this out there, so, we're all on the same page: You are my puppets for the evening and if you don't do what I say, I'm gonna get bored and just go ahead and kill and butcher her for my dinner tomorrow, giving these guys the scraps. And you," he indicated Phillipe, who gave him a defiant sneer, "I'll tie up to one of our wooden crosses, feed you some boner root and let the girls have you however they like for a month. Then kill and butcher you for food too. Because we need it."

He widened his eyes dramatically and flopped his hand again. "Those are your choices," he sighed softly, smirking in Ada's direction. "So, how about a kiss, then? Oh and just to keep things interesting, to see what you'll do," he lifted himself slightly forward in his chair to remove a knife from his belt and twirled on the table within reach of Ada. "I'll also give you the option to cut off a chunk of your own leg and feed it to me instead. Either or. I'm known for playing with my food." He raised his eyebrows at Ada and smiled crookedly. "Your move, ginger."

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The knowledge that Phillipe wouldn't be made into breeding stock was an intense comfort to Ada, regardless of the fact that it meant her payment for Eric's information would be greater. It mattered little to her at this point, so long as they could get out of the foggy territory in a timely manner. Cannibalism was no laughing matter and, regardless of her smooth defiance, she was wading deeper and deeper into a drowning terror as they spoke.

Eric's proposition drug her deeper into the pool of fear and nausea gripped at her stomach. She was suddenly extremely angry with herself, for not staking her own terms - even though she knew he never would've accepted. Her body flinched visibly at Phillipe's rage and Az, still standing over her, tightened his grip on her, as if sensing her flight instinct. Her eyes followed him as he struggled, shifting between forms, red hot rage bubbling in his eyes and mouth, and she recognized the possessive anger as the same as she'd felt when he'd almost accepted his fate as a breeder.

Her attention returned to Eric, ice cold and somewhat absent of fighting will. The kiss was not the problem; it was that his hands were more than likely to hunger for her as soon as they rested upon her. His second option wasn't much better, considering that she was in a bad way as it was with all her bruising and sore muscles. But for the sake of her dignity, Ada grasped at the knife and pulled it closer to examine it.

The blade itself wasn't terribly sharp, so the process of butchering her own leg wouldn't be easy. "I believe I said within reason," she murmured, her tawny eyes not leaving the knife. "You've given me two rather impossible choices: one to give myself to you for an undefined period of time, the other to risk bleeding out for a chunk of flesh." She spoke more to herself than to him, mulling over the possibilities as each word escaped her lips. Ada pressed the edge of the blade against her thigh and drew it across the tender skin, eliciting a wince. It really was dull, only a few beads of blood raising from the wound. Her fingers upon the hilt of the knife trembled and the fresh pain caused her eyebrows to pull together. She couldn't. She couldn't do it.

She quietly set the knife down on the table, her palm lingering over it for a few moments before pulling away to rest unhappily in her lap. "You're a cruel bastard, aren't you?" she burst suddenly. "Choosing yourself and your pleasures over your pack." Az's hand flew from her shoulder and grabbed a chunk of her hair, ripping downwards and forcing her chin into the air. A grunt escaped her, but she made no attempt to escape his grasp. "Fine. Do as you like," she snarled and spat at him from her seat. "But you will not harm or touch my beloved, and when it is over you will give me what I want."

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"We could make such beautiful music together. ...And fart noises with our mouths. That'd be great too."

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not your average shepherdess

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"We could make such beautiful music together. ...And fart noises with our mouths. That'd be great too."

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not your average shepherdess


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