#noforce

           that mad, RABID  dog of war ; how it snarled and sniveled and BARKED. mouth full of malice and rage and teeth.  how could she abstain from that sight in her mind, keep it at bay. their first meeting was nothing kind, born out of order and necessity.  he did as he was told, a GOOD boy for his masters, truly a well behaved pup.  but she was unlike he.  she was wild, unchained, free and willful – hard to capture, a rare beast.  

             but now she kneels, unwillingly before a lord she does not acknowledge, a power she refuses to see.  these creatures, these LIONS, they were hungry, and she was cut from the same cloth, was she not ?  skilled in that same force, wise to those individuals who ought oppose them. no, to their SUPREME LEADER,  she was priceless.  a mind full of secrets, awaiting the day they are persuaded from lips.  

            how could she not think of him now, that feral knight of REN, the one who had been the very first to make contact with her. the first glimpse into a forced partnership, she looked into that maw and smiled.  she believed herself immune from their reach, from the chill of their grasp but how that smile faded and those eyes grew wide with fear. she was fortunate in some way, at least. 

                                        should they destroy her, she had NOTHING to lose.