I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon

soul forever her own | heart captured by none | warrior for Glorall | no children |

She could still run.

Run back to Glorall; a safe haven of beach and icy ocean. She could still make it if she could outrun him. He was bigger than her; half a foot taller and outweighing her by probably a solid twenty-five pounds. But she was a leggy thing to, and when she she lengthened her strides she could reach ever higher speeds, flying over the earth, paws only grounded for seconds at a time. She knew the terrain better than he. She would be faster than he -had to be. She would essentially be running for her life and that would give her a shot of pure adrenalin straight to her jugular, giving her all the boost she needs.

Why couldn't he understand?! She was an independent creature, perhaps too independent, but it was her. She looked after people. She protected people. She didn't need anyone doing it to her. A protector needed no protecting, a guardian needed no guarding. She railed against others protecting her; after all, why waste their efforts on her when she wasn't worth it. She was a selfless being, and didn't have a sense of self preservation when she was with others. She was a war machine, she lived to protect others and fight. One did not need protecting when one wasn't afraid to die. She believed that she didn't matter, that everyone always, always, infinitely mattered more than she did or ever would. She was was disposable; she would gladly die in service, getting killed so another wouldn't.

But now, now someone wanted to protect her. To lock her away and keep her safe from the world and she couldn't handle it. Didn't know how to. The walls and defenses she'd erected around her heart had never been attacked in this way: an unrelenting onslaught.

He came into sight and she loosed a low, ferocious snarl, unable to hold it back any longer. She shifted her weight, falling into a rigid fighting stance easily. Even when she was calm she was nearly always in a stance, though a more relaxed form, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice. Her eyes, normally bright and keen, went flat. Dead. She shut off her emotions, going quiet, as she called it. Going blank. It was a skill she'd honed over the years, determined to master her emotions. She never wore her heart when it was filled with certain emotions. Only fully expressing, not guarding or dampening, certain ones. Something was slithering out from the shell, hissing and evil like a demonic serpent. It curled around her heart, crooning venomously.

She needed to kill it, chop it off at the head. Burn it. Kill it. Starve it. Drown it.

Burn it. Kill it. Starve it. Drown it.

But she couldn't.

Don't get her wrong, she'd tried. She'd been trying since she first met him. That was the main reason she'd fled his land. She had never been able to not get rid off an emotion before. She didn't didn't know what to do, so she left. Out of sight, out of mind, right? It had worked, though for the first few weeks she was paranoid. Convinced he was in every bush, behind every boulder and tree.

Her paws had started to feel like they were in a bed of nettles, numb tingles spreading up her legs. She liked it. Needed the stinging bites to ground her. A thing had begun unfurling in her chest. A thing. A thing she hadn't felt in what should have aeons ago. She thought she'd killed it, by ignoring, not acknowledging, stamping, squashing. Gutting, beheading, draw-and-quartering. Thats what she did with emotions she -thought at least- shouldn't have. Weak emotions, though only weak in her. She tore the thing to shreds, a weak little paper heart. But like the malicious little maggot worm thing it was, it started putting itself back together. Paper was not supposed to be mended; should rip and stay ripped.

Why did he keep coming closer?! The flakes settled over coat, coldly burning the wounds in which they landed. Good, good. She needed the pain, the tingles weren't enough. Her emotions wouldn't remain under her control, cracking and slipping out of their cage. They rejoiced in seeing him, wanting to go to him and nuzzle him and touch him to make sure he was really there and never leave. She growled again, muzzle scrunching as her fangs were put on full display, hackles rising, fur, bristling, tail raising. Her ears were pinned back, her head still low so that his throat would be in easy striking range.

A male to protect her?! Really?! Did he not see her wounds? They were signs she fought and won, not fought and died. She was in charge of training a "problem" pup in her pack. She was teaching Nootau how to kill within minutes. Hah, he needed a male to protect him from her. She snapped her teeth, making it clear that they wouldn't close on air the next time he made a comment like that.

"Why," She began, her tail whipping angrily behind her, voice snarling, fangs still out and glaring at him with all her might. "Are you here?"

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