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What happened next was something Amalthea knew nothing of. Her mind, so startled and frightened to begin with, only further hurried her mental capacity for her fear, overriding the system with codes she could not decipher. But the voice that came along with the footfalls had her mind reeling in confusion. Shaking eyes traveled up the length of the male who now stood before her, lilac portals reflecting his own image. My lady, please calm down. I will not allow you to come to harm. A… a promise? The lovely little ess winced against his kind words and flattened her listeners fully to her crown. She did not know this male. Though he had the leader’s aroma floating around him like a hovering aura, she could not tell if he was to be trusted with anything. Her head turned swiftly away from him, blocking out any contact he would try to secure. She was a fortress now, quiet but unapproachable. She had no strength for whimpering. It had been sapped by her ridiculous amount of surprise. Amalthea was not an unkind creature. Rather, she was exactly the opposite. A hare that had seen too much to even eat without raising its head every few moments in inexplicable fear. The unicorn did her best to hide herself even further from this Bright Moonian, despite his alliance with her. She was in truth not entirely a pack member. She had only stayed because she felt the need to return what had been given to her out of pure heartedness. Therefore, even entering and leaving the packlands took an exceptional amount of effort on her part. Her scent cloaked the leaves around her as she moved her shoulders closer to the thorns.
However, the one thing that could get her to open her eyes had come. She did not hear him approach, for how is one startled mythical creature to focus on anything other than what kind of pain might ripple through their flesh if they are to be caught by the wrong hands? But, when he spoke, his scent and his presence rushed her as an army. Amalthea. Very. Very. VERY. Slowly. The girl moved slightly, her head only turning enough so that she could see the light colored form out of the corner of her vision. He had her cornered. He was all that was there now. Tears rimmed her pastel looking glass, wiping them raw with red. Amalthea, you’re okay here I promise. I will not let them harm you, you are safe. At first it would appear that the miss was to do and say nothing. That she was merely a statue that had been carved in their territory. But, with great faith, she reached forward and touched her nose to his own, eyes wandering briefly before she stole back her touch as quickly as it had been given. Whether or not he acknowledged and understood her touch to be one of trust was beyond her knowledge, but he pulled back moments later and introduced the brute who had further put the princess in her tower. She cringed slightly again as he looked her over. Amalthea, this is Scion, another member of Bright Moon. You can trust him and he will make sure you are alright. Beautiful light purple lookers passed from Summer to this fellow, and Thea could not shake herself of her uneasiness. The way this male moved…. She did not like it. Not one bit. His unconscious cues he was giving were too light. His words had been too effective in opposing ways. But, if this King trusted him, then she would allow a bit of her own belief to be put into him. However small it was.
Now he was far from her. Too far to even have her wanting to know what he was saying. She lay still for many minutes, unwilling to come from her shelter. However grief plagued her. What if the white faerie had caused a problem for this land because of her own foolish inability to rein in her emotions? Shame grabbed hold of her esophagus, wrenching it from side to side. She moved now, slowly and gently sliding from her refuge, lithely closing in next to the body of the male titled Scion. Despite her nervousness, she managed to raise her head slightly and glance at what had frightened her in the first place. In this process she caught the look of Summer, and shyly lowered her eyes again, tail submissive and body as unaggressive as any vargs could possibly ever get. However the emotions that filled the area now hit her harshly. Her ears pricked and her heart clenched. Something was wrong? The way her savior had spoken was not the way one should speak. She risked her courage once more to glance up. Fear struck her. Something had caught the male by surprise. Amalthea’s guts itched for her to flee. She wanted desperately to distance herself as far away from here as possible. The way the white scarred demon replied filled her with mistrust. And not just that. The girl, having forgot her previous surprise, squared her shoulders ever so slightly and yet enough to be seen as different if one had viewed her body before. If Thea had more guts, she would have quietly gone to Summer’s side. But so far, her courage had not yet regathered itself. So instead, she spoke quietly, just loud enough for the larger male beside her to hear. Something is not right. Amalthea rarely spoke to anyone, if at all ever. Especially to those she did not know well. Especially to those she did not get a good vibe from. But she wanted Scion to know her discomfort, in case he already did not feel it himself. He is….. the next word was even more quiet than before. vulnerable. The white girl did not like this one bit. However the situation was delicate. Delicate and unstable. Summer would need to choose his actions wisely. And her and Scion would need to be very careful with what they did as well. However careful she needed to be, Amalthea continued to assess the white king. She had no interest in his soldier. Something about him was familiar…. Different yet recognizable. With a lurch, her eyes grew wide and she turned her head to the ground. She knew. Days ago, a femme had greeted her quietly. Her essence was beautiful, to say the least. And Amalthea had been stunned to find such a kind creature in a world of peril. Yet, when vargs from the same pack that this king came from neared, the girl dragged her into a low ditch, dodging the view of those who were passing by. Amalthea had nearly screamed in terror, but the act had not been done in ill will. You must be careful of them, she said gently. Especially if we are to meet again. No wonder the fear had snagged her so quickly. Whatever that tri colored desert rose femme, Kobato, with eyes of earth had been afraid of, it had something to do with this male’s territory. Immediately the girl felt even more so driven towards hiding from this place.
lady amalthea
darling femme x young adult x pearl finish x lilac dreamers x without home x without love
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