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You sniffled , then you noticed it ⌠a scent ⌠someone was approaching .
You looked up âŚ
Ghost was lumbering towards you , his footsteps heavy but calm , he was carrying something , you couldnât bare to look at his face ⌠at the anger , the disappointment , the disgust .
He sat down , next to you , fiddling with whatever he was carrying , your eyes stayed on the floor.
There was silence for a while,
The gentle shuffling of leaves barely audible past your own heartbeat.
He moved his hand , you flinch , braced for impactâŚ
Nothing happened , no pain , you look
He is holding out a cup , its full of the stew Kyle always made for you...
He nudges it into your hands âŚ
Why was he feeding you , youâd messed upâŚ
You finally dared to look at his face , braced for his fury âŚ
Only to be met with âŚ. A smile?
Most of his face was covered behind his balaclava , but ⌠his eyes
His eyes were smiling , creased softly in the corners , causing the scar on his temple to twist ever so slightly âŚ
âGo on ⌠donât let it go cold lovâ
You fumbled raising the warm cup to your lips
Your thoughts raced , this was new, why wasnât he mad?
He huffed, it almost ⌠was he laughing ?
âNo , Iâm not mad â
You looked at him , he sat taller than your own hunched frame , but for once that wasnât intimidating
âI donât know ⌠exactly what youâve been through , but I know it wasnât easy for you, I know you were hurtâ
His hand gently tugged his mask down , he had a deep scar across his chin , lip and cheek , it looked a lot like your own, along with countless other scars, their smooth surface catching the moonlight ⌠stars glimmering across his faceâŚ
âI might not know your demons⌠but we all have them , we were military after all. It never really leaves you ⌠they sit in the shadows , they wait , they find you in your sleep , in your own thoughts â
You had suspicions of their previous occupation, military made sense.
The way John coordinated them all , the medical knowledge of Kyle, and Johnny... the scar on his forehead was far from subtle , the way he still stumbles around.
âyeah, Johnny got hurt real bad, scared the shit out of us ⌠I slept by his side for weeks. Heâs still recoverin , and that makes us all ⌠a little protective of him.â
His hand rested on your shoulder , gripping gently
âWeâre not angry at you lov, we justâŚ. We wanna keep johnny safe. And when we heard him yelp ⌠it was like being back on the field .â
You could feel your heart twisting with guilt , your hands curling tighter on the cup of stew.
His grip shifted ever so slightly , his thumb gently rubbing your jaw.
âBut for you ⌠where did you go huh? Canât have been goodâ
You looked at him , your mouth opening , desperately trying to tell him , you wanted to tell him .
But you just ⌠couldnât
âItâs alright âŚ. Weâre a patient bunch , thereâs no rush, hell you donât ever need to tell us... we will still be here either way â
He stood up , grunting softly as he got to his feet , turning and offering you his hand
Content warnings: there are mentions of violence and past slavery.
Gaz is a African Harrier-Hawk harpy ,
Soap is a  grey wolf hybrid,
Price is a dragon hybrid.
Ghost is a Eurasian boar hybrid.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 <- You are here
The others gave you space
Heavens knew you needed it; you flinched at movements that came too fast , you huffed defensively over your food, guarding it.
Amongst all of these kind strangers , Ghost was the one you trusted most , he didnât push, or pry , but he also didnât look at you like a wounded animal.
No there was something more , something deeper.
Understanding.
How could he understand? He had a pack, a herd , a life with people who cared for him.
Part of you wanted to ask him , the other , louder part of you was still learning to talk again.
He just sat with you , gave you space whilst you ate , kept you company whilst Kyle checked your wounds .
He was simple , he didnât talk much , you didnât talk at all .
You mostly stayed in the stable , the door to the main cabin was always open.
An invitation you just ⌠couldnât take , not yet.
Johnny enjoyed visiting you, he would bring you things, blankets , pillows and one day
âIâve found a book you might like; it was one of my mas favourites â
His excitement was palpable; he had stumbled into the stable, and his tail was wagging so hard you thought it might fall off.
You looked at the item he held out , it was small , bound in leather , hints of silverleaf in its ornate decorations , it had clearly been well loved , something precious to Johnny âŚ
A gesture that did not go unnoticed .
The cover had ... symbols? You werenât sure what they were , hells you didnât know what a book was , the look you gave mustâve said it all
âYouâve not seen one before? Oh wait ⌠can ... can you read?â
Read⌠you knew that people could read.
You remembered sitting on your mothers lap as she sounded out words , your eyes following her fingers as she traced symbols into the dirt âŚ
You mustâve known how , you werenât that young when you were taken ⌠so why ⌠why couldnât you remember how.
 You let out a huff of irritation , first you couldnât recall how to speak and now this ...just how much had that âŚ. That BASTARD taken from you . You should have HURT him more , you should have DRAGGED it out , should have made him BEG-
A gentle hand on your shoulder , before you can think youâve shoved your opponent down , your horns pointed low on either side of their throat , you could hear the roar of the crowd , the smell of the arena , now was your opening you should-
âHEY GET OFF HIM, NOWâ
Get off him�
That wasnât something the crowd had ever asked forâŚ
Was it the crowd shouting and jeering ⌠it sounded like your own blood rushing through your ears.
Your opponent , your eyes focussed , it was ⌠it was Johnny , he was whining and crying , ears pinned back .
Fuck
You scrambled back , your back met the wood of the stall with a bang
You looked at the doorway
It was John who had shouted , smoke subconsciously poured from his mouth and nose.
Kyle and Ghost had stepped forward to comfort Johnny .
you...
You had scared Johnny...
Happy , kind johnny
Kyle was looking at you over Johnnyâs shoulder , wary ,like he was waiting to see if youâd lunge again .
You saw Ghost start to turn , to look at you , you couldnât bare that thought
You ran , your legs carried you outside , back into the woods .
Away from the shouts and sobs , you couldnât believe it , youâd fucked up , had you hurt johnny?
You were too scared to check , your punishment would be worse if you had , you were sure of it .
You stopped just outside the edge of the clearing
You should run further ⌠but where would you go ?
You tried desperately to calm your breathing , curling up under the trees.
Your face was damp , tears ⌠you were crying.
You rubbed desperately at your eyes , you shouldnât cry .
~~
It was growing dark , the stars your silent overlookers , the noise from the cabin had calmed, johnny wasnât whining anymore , the small of Johns smoke had drifted away ⌠the sourness from your outburst was dissipating .
Part of you wanted to go back , to apologise , to huddle down in the stables once more.
You opened your mouth , trying to make a sound outside of grunts and huffs.
The sounds you made were strained and hoarse , sharing no resemblance to the words you wanted so desperately to say , that you needed to say ,
Your hand moved to your throat , as if you could physically manipulate your vocal cords into obedience.
The damned collar was in the way , you gripped it .
This collar âŚ. That man âŚ
He had succeeded , he had made you into the creature that fought ruthlessly , without thought âŚ
His perfect monster âŚ
You sniffled.
Then you noticed it ⌠a scent ⌠someone was approaching .
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realised i forgot to use the keep reading feature so i have edited the previous parts and will continue to use it
Content warnings: there are mentions of blood , violence and past slavery
Gaz is a African Harrier-Hawk harpy ,
Soap is a  grey wolf hybrid,
Price is a dragon hybrid.
Ghost is a Eurasian boar hybrid.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 <- You are here
âThe collar , we wanna try and take it off â
Your hand moved to touch the harsh metal around your throat.
You could still remember when it was put on you , you were younger , smaller , easier to manhandle .
A hand wrapped in your hair and a foot to your back , forcing you to kneel on the cold cobblestone, you remembered hearing others like you shouting , snapping , howling ⌠crying .
You huffed and fought , thrashing as best you could , even young you could still go toe to toe with the average adult human, but these humans seemed used to handling hybrids .
Your head was wrentched backwards , exposing your throat , the human in front of you was quick to secure the collar , it was cold and uncomfortable each move of your head causing the attached chain to rattle as you huffed and shouted .
You hadn't known what the humans had in store for you , the cruelty that awaited .
âHey , come on doll , back to usâ
You hadn't noticed how close the harpy was .. you flinched back with a startled grunt , instinctively raising your fists to protect yourself.
Gaz froze and moved back, cooing softly  , clearly not wanting to scare you further , hands raised where you could see
Ghost had tensed up , ready to protect Kyle, you still posed a threat whilst wounded ⌠good .
You let yourself relax a little , as long as you posed a threat you could assure that you kept the upper hand , reduce the risk of being harmed somewhat , you could work with that .
âNo need for fists here luv , let us have a look at your collar , we can see about taking it off , wouldnât you like that?â
You would , you hated the damn things , the memories it held , the discomfort it caused , you nod , a gentle huff .
Kyle approached you again , until his hands hovered over the collar , waiting , searching for any discomfort , you simply tilted your head back further a clear invitation.
As he fiddled you recalled your past attempts to remove it , youâd been young , alone in some dark room after the auction, you had shoved your fingers in the gap and tried to pull , it only irritated your neck further , you remember the way blood coated your hands , the way you cried and screamed âŚ.
You were punished the next day , you were an asset overall , damaged goods were useless to master .
âwhat the hell , this is no ordinary collar Ghost , I canât pick it , I think ⌠thereâs a magic seal on it â
Magic seal , it made sense , plenty of the hybrids youâd encountered in the arena had seals of some form , especially fire breathers , made fights more interesting you supposed .
âCan he clean around it for you , the least we can do for now is stave of infection , maybe pad it a bit, that sound ok?â
It took you a while to realise the Boar, Ghost was talking to you , the healers would simply treat wounds , not caring for the groans of discomfort and the tears .
Someone asking permission was a novel experience , you simply nodded , letting your eyes wander to the far wall , only for the boar to come closer , until he was leaning on the wall just next to you.
His hand was held out in in your direction , a silent offer of stability
Your own hand trembles slightly as you raise it , he was warm .
You finally grasp it , its calloused , not dissimilar from your own , you squeeze it with a grunt as Kyle cleans out your wounds
âSqueeze as tight as you need , you wonât hurt me â
You looked at him , for someone so large , his eyes were kind , but beyond that , there was understanding .
You had noticed the scars on his hand , you looked at his mask, you suppose there must be scars there too .
Just two hybrids , a Boar and a Bison , sitting in a stable.
You may not know what it meant to him , but to you , this was the first gentle touch youâd had from a hybrid in years , the first touch that wasnât painful , the first kind touch since your parents.
His other hand moved gently , wiping the tears from your cheek , you hadn't noticed them falling, too busy revelling in his touch .
âYouâve been strong for so long havenât you lovie , poor thing â
As subtly as you could you nuzzled into his palm , breathing deeply , he smelt of sawdust, it was oddly comforting .
It was only when Kyle moved back that you realised he had cleaned the wound around your neck , he had even padded the collar out with gauze and cotton to stop it irritating the wound again.
âthat should feel better , if it starts to feel hot or â well if you feel unwell just let me know â
You nodded , a huff of happiness leaving your lips .
You had a strange feeling that things were going to be better , that you were finally , truly safe.
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there are mentions of blood , violence and past slavery
Gaz is a African Harrier-Hawk harpy ,
Soap is a  grey wolf hybrid,
Price is a dragon hybrid.
Ghost is a Eurasian boar hybrid.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4<- You are here
Warmth
Itâs the first thing you feel , the smell of hay permeating through the haze of sleep, it reminded you of huddling together with your mother and father .
Of safety , perhaps you had died and gone to heaven .
THUD
The noise was accompanied with a muffled curse; your body awake and alert out of instinct
âcareful Johnny , thereâs no need to rushâ
âyes, there is! Simon, They could wakeup any moment and I donât want them to be hungry-â
A wolf hybrid stumbled into the stables followed by a boar hybrid before coming to a sharp halt, making direct eye contact his lips move but donât make any noise.
You attempt to stand , your legs buckle and refuse, you panic a moment, breathing heavily when you smell something .
You sniff the air experimentally
The wolfs eyes flickered to the bowl he was holding
âoh , OH! Yes this , this is for you hon . we donât wanna hurt you , brought you back home and cleaned you up a little â
You looked down at your arms and legs; your fur was no longer gummed up with blood. The collar was still there, a somber reminder of your past.
Your heart no longer slammed against your ribs , if these strangers had wanted to hurt you , youâd be dead by now
The wolf slowly approached , a stumble in this movements , the boar seemed to be concerned but restrained himself from stepping forward.
âhere hon , itâs all yoursâ
The wolf placed the bowl an arms breadth away , nudging it gently before sitting on his haunches.
The bowl was warm as your fingers grazed the edge , the smell was fresh , homey , and ultimately , irresistible to a starved beast.
You lifted the bowl to your face , ignoring the spoon the wolf offered , the first sip was tentative , lingering distrust, once the broth touched your tongue , said hesitance dissipated in an instant.
It was uncomfortably warm as you gulped it down , breathing between swallows , soft happy grunts softly leaving your throat.
The sound of hay being swished aside drew your attention back to the wolf , his tail was wagging, happy , you couldnât remember the last time someone was this happy to see you eatâŚ
Apart from when your master tossed you scraps , grinning as you threw yourself towards the meagre morsels and shoved them into your mouth.
But the look on the wolfs face , that was real happiness , not cruelty , his ears perked up as he turned to the boar at the doorway
âI think they like it Ghost! Is there more ?â
âWe need to take it slowly, having so much after being starved could make them sick â
A familiar voice , it was the harpy from the clearing , he sounded less startled , your ears swivel in his direction as you make a small huff of acknowledgement
âgood to see youâre awake and alert doll , you gave us a scare when you collapsed back thereâ
  A gruff hum of agreement came from a man stood behind him , he was just behind the door , you couldnât quite see him , you exhaled in frustration , you still couldnât stand .
Understanding your frustration the three made way for the last stranger , he had horns like yours ⌠and scaled wings, a dragon .
You made another frantic attempt to stand , you had encountered dragons before , your master had loves watching you fight them , you had never been face to face to one who wasnât wearing a fire suppression muzzle
âwoah there its ok , that thereâs just Price, heâs the leader of our packâ
The wolf spoke again, holding out his hands in a gesture to calm you , but how could you , you were in an unfamiliar building surrounded by strangers , strong strangers who could easily cause you harm.
âmust be frightening waking up in a strangers home huh, sweetheart. We ainât gonna hurt you, I know how I look ,big strong bloke walking in.
Names John , the mutts names Johnny or code name Soap, pretty birds Kyle and mister quiet is Ghost â
Names for the faces at last , although they were certainly .. odd names , the harpy seemed to flush a little ..
âGot so excited I forgot to introduce myself , sorry about that â
The wol- Johnny rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly , his ears drooping slightly .
You nodded silently in acknowledgement , the silence sat in the stable for a while , Johhnyâs head cocked to the side whining softly , questioning .
âCan ⌠can you talk Hun? Its ok if you donât wanna or if you canât we can find another way to communicateâ
Talking âŚ
You couldnât recall the last time you had spoke , you had learnt quickly that your master didnât care if you pleaded , if anything he wanted you silent.
The last time you had spoken properly must have been ⌠before âŚ
The others looked at each other , concerned at your silence
The harp- Kyle knelt down , pulling you from your thoughts
âYouâre allowed to talk if you want ⌠â
You werenât sure you remembered how , a soft sob catching in your throat
Johnny whines
âNo no donât cry Hun, its ok â
His tail twitched as it tucked between his legs , Kyles wings shudder subconsciously , an air of discomfort filling the stable .
John stepped forward putting a hand on Johnnyâs shoulder
âCome on pup , letâs give them some spaceâ
You watched the dragon help the wolf out the room , the other two stayed.
Ghost approached ,his shoulders hunched in an attempt to make himself smaller , to make himself less intimidating , to put you at ease.
âThe collar , we wanna try and take it off â
how do you think they'd respond to the idea of having the collar taken off?
Your eyes were wide , a traitorous flicker of terror, a huffing bellow escapes your throat on instinct upon hearing the harpies voice.
A warning , an empty threat , a failing performance of strength
The Dragon holds his arm out , blocking the Wolfs attempt to step forward , shaking his head ,
âLet Gaz do it , itâs a bison hybrid ,instincts probably wonât be happy âbout a wolf approachingâ
The Wolf whines ever so softly , your gaze snaps toward the sound , swaying your head , displaying your horns , a reminder of the raw strength packed into your malnourished frame.
âThose are my mates, my pack , they want to help you too dollâ
The Harpies voice pulled her attention , gently taking the tone one might use on a frightened animal , soft but fully aware of the potential bite.
Your vision was fading , blurring at the edges .
You let out a louder bellow, stomping a hoof firmly , or well as firmly as you could manage , into the ground .
âshh shh, its ok , we donât wanna hurt you luvâ
The boar hybrid whispered , his tusks were short . scratched like your horns , the signs of a fighter , a fighter like you.
The thoughts fade , traitorous legs buckling beneath you , you forced your head up , refusing to drop your guard even as your vision blurs , as sounds echo , frantic , worried?
What were they worried about?
Had they intended to hunt you properly?
They must have wanted a proper fight âŚ
Thatâs what everyone wanted from you
Or perhaps your master had a bounty out for his favourite pets return...
Hopefully you wouldnât wake , at least then you wouldnât have to return to captivity, or chains .
No more fights âŚ
No more pain...
No moreâŚ
~~
âfuck theyâve passed outâ
Price strode forward , where Gaz was already assessing the bison hybrids wounds, taking note of the scars, the chewed-up herbs and the metal collar around their throat.
âThey tried to treat their wounds â
Gaz stated , rubbing some of the mixture between his fingers.
âI think its yarrow? It is anti-inflammatory , they mustâve known what they were looking for to reach for this stuffâ
They all looked at the state they were in, what on earth had they survived ?
âWe should bring em back to the Cabinâ
Soaps tail gave a hopeful wag
âItâs safer , we can feed em, treat their wounds, we can get the spare room all sorte- â
âCalm down pup , lets not get ahead of ourselves , first we need to move them â
Price slipped back into the part of captain , the urgency of the situation forcing the dormant role to the surface
He guided Gaz to grab her legs , Price at her head before carefully lifting her , a broken whine of pain barely escaping their lips , they didnât wake.
~~
The trek back to the cabin was not the easiest ,but they managed. It wasnât their first time carrying deadweight ,at least this time it wasnât an active warzone.
Ghost got the door to the stable , it was intended for a horse , it would be easier to manoeuvre the bison hybrid through the dual doors. Meanwhile Soap stumbles through the house , one hand braced on the wall while he went for supplies .
Price and Gaz laid them in a stall , propping them up on a tarp .
âFuck theyâre a right mess, gonna need to pick this or pry it off somehowâ
Ghost mumbled , inspecting the collar around their throat.
âGot the med kit and blankets!â
Soap arms were laden with materials , Gaz took the med kit and started gently cleaning some of the smaller wounds , the chewed yarrow around the collar could stay on for while , the wounds on their legs and back were more serious .
âDonât want to use antiseptic or do any deep cleaning without a sedativeâ
Gaz said it aloud , noticing the way Soap had looked at the neglected medicine bottle
âThey might be injured , but even then, bison hybrids are strong , a good headbutt could break bones . We should wait until theyâre conscious ladâ
Price laid a steadying hand on Soaps shoulder , rubbing soothing circles .
âYou found them , theyâre safe now , theyâll be okâ
Ghost nodded in agreement , taking a bloodied cloth from Gaz , a practiced rhythm .
Time passed and Gaz wiped his brow and stood.
âThatâs as much as I can do for now , theyâll need rest and we can continue treatment once they wake up â
Without the blood and grime , they looked almost peaceful , even with the scar that twisted their lip , Ghost subconsciously raised his hand to his mask , feeling a similar scar in his own lip.
âWhat do bison hybrids eat? Most of what weâve got is meatâŚ.â
Ghost had a point , theyâd never had a herbivore to feed .
Gaz paused for a second before striding to the kitchen , rummaging around before retrieving some vegetable and small bones .
âBison donât really eat meat , but my guess is theyâre rather malnourished , they sometimes eat bones , Iâll fix up a broth , something gentle on the stomach, we donât know when they last had a proper meal â
They stood around in the kitchen , Soaps tail tucked slightly , worried for the wellbeing of a stranger .
There was nothing they could do until they woke , they would simply have to be patient .
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Price had been saving for his whole life , now he and his boys had retired , Soaps brush with death had been the needed reminder that despite it all , they were only mortal, just how precious their lives were.
Seeing how Ghost sat and watched over Soap for days , waiting for him to wake up , the way that Gaz over-preened his feathers, it broke him .
He knew they all cared for each other , bonded together through conflict , the knowledge of the crimes they had committed , the blood on their hands. Now they had left that life, once Soap was out of hospital they retired together.
Now they sat huddled together in the cabin , Ghost subconsciously clinging to Soap , hand gently petting his ears , the scar on his brow, it was a miracle heâd survived.
Gaz was cooking at the stove , a meat and vegetable stew to enjoy by the fire, Price chopping wood outside, it was peaceful.
Ghost had to remind himself that the years of fighting were over , that his Johnny was safe, curled up in his lap, watching the storm pass by .
~~
The next morning Soaps ears twitched , his nose catching something on the breeze.
âGuys, thereâs someone outsideâ.
The others stirred awake , Gaz stretching his wings out , striking black primaries standing out amongst grey
âHuh , what? You sure ?â
Soap sniffed the air again, the sound was almost comically loud.
âI think âm sure, smells like ⌠bloodâ.
He sat upright , the others sensing the tension in his body , the way Soaps tail was bristling.
âSoap⌠are you sure itâs not , you know âŚ.â Gaz didnât want to say it ,but Soap had been experiencing phantosmia , smelling things that werenât there, a side effect of Markovâs attack.
âNo , no I swear , someoneâs out thereâ
They decided to have a look together , Soap still stumbles as he follows his nose, Ghost holding his arm , offering stability , he glances at Price and Gaz. He can see the muscle in Prices jaw twitch , the way Gazs eyes darted to and fro.
Shadows of their past lives that hadnât left them.
âIn the clearing , I think theyâre by the clearingâ
Soap whispered , his ears tucked close to his skull , an instinct to tense up , ready to pounce, to defend his pack .
They all hear groans and slurps , as they peer round the trees they see them , a hybrid like them , hunched over a fruit bush, desperately shoving the pin cherry fruit past their lips .
A harsh metal collar around their neck, digging into their flesh , the mixed smell of herbs and blood emanating from their wounds.
They were coated in thick patchy fur and muscle , a pair of horns close to their skull, scuffed and curled .
âA bison?â
Their head snapped in Prices direction
Shit , he hadnât meant to say it out loud .
The hybrid trembled as they staggered to their feet , eyes locked on the approaching men, head lowered in warning , displaying their horns .
They had no choice , too exhausted to run again , they could all see it , hell they looked too tired to fight , it was all a desperate attempt to scare them off.
Gaz moved first , subconsciously cooing at them
âHey ,its ok ⌠didnât mean to scare youâ
sorry this ones shorter than the first part
not sure what i should call this series , if you have any ideas please let me know
there are mentions of blood , violence and starvation
Chapter 1
The biting cold winds, a long-lost friend
You had forgotten its sting , the way it bites as you ran , the marks from your collar aching , the shouts of the guards echoing ,but you canât stop , not now not when freedom is so close.
You darenât look behind you, the storm would have obscured your vision anyway , the flurry hiding your pursuers , cloaking your trail.
You canât remember how long youâve been running; you donât remember when you ran into the trees, you donât know when you finally succumbed to exhaustion.
When you finally woke , the storm had stopped. The air smelt of pine and life, the only remnants of captivity being the lingering blood in your fur, a hint of gore on your horns.
He had deserved it , he had stolen you from your parents as a child , he had used you for his entertainment , leering as you bled in the arena .
You had snapped , after ten long years of lashing and fighting and blood.
The forest felt familiar , faded memories of trotting through the trees and collecting herbs with your father âŚ
The sting of your wounds pulled you from your reminiscing , the cold had numbed them temporarily , the blood had somewhat clotted but still , the collar hadnât exactly been sanitary as it tore into your skin , youâd need to find a way to get it off.
Herbs , you followed the smell , forcing your legs to stand , stumbling through the pines, silent witnesses to your return . Digging through the snow , its distinct white flowered stem clutched in your hands, its name was lost to you , but the memory of its soothing effects were not .
You chewed , it was bitter almost spicy ,the most flavourful thing youâd tasted in years. Â You carefully spat into your hand before gingerly rubbing it on your wounds , vestiges of your life in the arena .
You worked gently around the collar , any wrong moves prompted it to dig into the opposite side of your neck , a hiss of discomfort escapes you before you can bite it back .
The soft numbing of the herbs was working , leaning against a tree , just breathing .
Your stomach rumbles , a familiar sensation , master had loved to withhold food ,said it made you more aggressive in fights , a reward for a good fight , and for a bad one...
SNAP
Youâre wrenched from your thoughts as a tree branch snaps, no more than 20 feet away, you shouldâve been more alert , you hadnât smelt the potential threat , too tired to stand again .
Your heart hammered against your ribs , a hand clasped over your mouth , a frantic attempt to be quiet .
Your eyes scanning the trees , the bushes, any sign of movement , it was getting closer, could you scare them off? Or would it see your vulnerability and strike?
Had masters guards found you? Were there wolves?
The wolves would be a mercy , at least they just kill you , they wouldnât waste time on prolonging your suffering ⌠return your body to the land you had fought so hard to see once more.
A bleatâŚ
A deer , a doe with a stumbling fawn walking behind herâŚ
Your heart began to slow; there was no threat ⌠not for now.
The doe had a branch in her mouth , red berries glistening , damp from melting snow as the does breath warmed them.
She looks at you ,sensing your hungry eyes, stilling for a moment , assessing your intent before walking away, leaving delicate hoofprints in the snow.
With a grunt you rise to your feet again , following the tracks , the forest was quiet , a harsh contrast to the jeers and cries of the arena , the birds chirped excitedly as the dawn rolled over the land.
You finally stumble into a small clearing , and there by the edge, tucked between the pines, a bush of those red berries.
Hunger forced you forward , hands grasping at the branches , rich juice bursting on your tongue , dribbling down your fingers , you were quick to lick it up , unwilling to lose a drop of energy from this rare treat .
You groaned in delight , you couldnât remember the last time you had real fruit , not the stale loaves and scraps of meat you had long grown used to. So engrossed in their flavour that you hadnât thought to watch your back , ignorant of the eyes watching you from the treeline.
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there are mentions of blood , violence and starvation
Chapter 1 <- You are here
The biting cold winds, a long-lost friend
You had forgotten its sting , the way it bites as you ran , the marks from your collar aching , the shouts of the guards echoing ,but you canât stop , not now not when freedom is so close.
You darenât look behind you, the storm would have obscured your vision anyway , the flurry hiding your pursuers , cloaking your trail.
You canât remember how long youâve been running; you donât remember when you ran into the trees, you donât know when you finally succumbed to exhaustion.
When you finally woke , the storm had stopped. The air smelt of pine and life, the only remnants of captivity being the lingering blood in your fur, a hint of gore on your horns.
He had deserved it , he had stolen you from your parents as a child , he had used you for his entertainment , leering as you bled in the arena .
You had snapped , after ten long years of lashing and fighting and blood.
The forest felt familiar , faded memories of trotting through the trees and collecting herbs with your father âŚ
The sting of your wounds pulled you from your reminiscing , the cold had numbed them temporarily , the blood had somewhat clotted but still , the collar hadnât exactly been sanitary as it tore into your skin , youâd need to find a way to get it off.
Herbs , you followed the smell , forcing your legs to stand , stumbling through the pines, silent witnesses to your return . Digging through the snow , its distinct white flowered stem clutched in your hands, its name was lost to you , but the memory of its soothing effects were not .
You chewed , it was bitter almost spicy ,the most flavourful thing youâd tasted in years. Â You carefully spat into your hand before gingerly rubbing it on your wounds , vestiges of your life in the arena .
You worked gently around the collar , any wrong moves prompted it to dig into the opposite side of your neck , a hiss of discomfort escapes you before you can bite it back .
The soft numbing of the herbs was working , leaning against a tree , just breathing .
Your stomach rumbles , a familiar sensation , master had loved to withhold food ,said it made you more aggressive in fights , a reward for a good fight , and for a bad one...
SNAP
Youâre wrenched from your thoughts as a tree branch snaps, no more than 20 feet away, you shouldâve been more alert , you hadnât smelt the potential threat , too tired to stand again .
Your heart hammered against your ribs , a hand clasped over your mouth , a frantic attempt to be quiet .
Your eyes scanning the trees , the bushes, any sign of movement , it was getting closer, could you scare them off? Or would it see your vulnerability and strike?
Had masters guards found you? Were there wolves?
The wolves would be a mercy , at least they just kill you , they wouldnât waste time on prolonging your suffering ⌠return your body to the land you had fought so hard to see once more.
A bleatâŚ
A deer , a doe with a stumbling fawn walking behind herâŚ
Your heart began to slow; there was no threat ⌠not for now.
The doe had a branch in her mouth , red berries glistening , damp from melting snow as the does breath warmed them.
She looks at you ,sensing your hungry eyes, stilling for a moment , assessing your intent before walking away, leaving delicate hoofprints in the snow.
With a grunt you rise to your feet again , following the tracks , the forest was quiet , a harsh contrast to the jeers and cries of the arena , the birds chirped excitedly as the dawn rolled over the land.
You finally stumble into a small clearing , and there by the edge, tucked between the pines, a bush of those red berries.
Hunger forced you forward , hands grasping at the branches , rich juice bursting on your tongue , dribbling down your fingers , you were quick to lick it up , unwilling to lose a drop of energy from this rare treat .
You groaned in delight , you couldnât remember the last time you had real fruit , not the stale loaves and scraps of meat you had long grown used to. So engrossed in their flavour that you hadnât thought to watch your back , ignorant of the eyes watching you from the treeline.
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I have never really written fanfic before, but i had this idea and i thought maybe i would share it .
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass