☪Even in the darkness, all I see are the stars☪

It felt like chains were tightening around her, so hard was it to breathe, like she was being crushed by the weight of… Something. But why? It was because of her forced loyalty to her master that she was all out of sorts. Were she to have a choice in any of this, she would have run away from Draven a long time ago. But even now, even here where she had so much physical distance from him, she could still feel his dark tendrils seeping beneath her flesh, eating away at any goodness, any hope that was left in her soul. After all, she had convinced her own father Kershov that he had raped her… A terrible offense were they not actually related. Not that he knew that they were related… But that made no difference morally, did it? But now, Briseis felt gripping fear her chest, threatening to asphyxiate her from the fear of discovery. The parts of her mind that still belonged to her control was of course thrilled at the notion, at the possibility. If they could figure out that she was lying, if they could trace it back to Draven, perhaps someone could kill him and free her at last. But… would his death even free her? How little she knew about her own bond to her dark master… But at least that he could be dead. Or, at the worst, they could kill her, and free her buy that means as well. And yet, the powder pet mind that he ruled forced her into this heinous state of mind-anxiety, terror… Because if she were to be discovered, then she would have failed a direct order of his, something that her makeup simply would not allow.

Brie gasped for air, and the wintry breeze bit into her lungs, icing up the delicate tissue and sapping from them all of the moisture, all of the warmth, until she was quite nearly quivering so hard that she threatened to lose her footing. The salt and pepper femme shook out her pelt, but it was no use - the cold had set in. Still in the grasp of a panic attack, Briseis’ breath came in short, shallow waves and she clawed of the earth to run away from the packlands, and despite that that was where she was safest from Draven, it did not help much. This was where her father was, yet Kershov knew nothing of their relationship and the term could only be used in the loosest of senses – that he had provided one of the ‘X’ chromosome in her makeup. The wolves threatening her missions lived her. Her pups lived here… And it was not until she had padded through the snow, across lands unknown and had ended up in the woods that she finally felt somewhat at ease. True, perhaps the vampire was searching for her even now, perhaps he would find her, hurt her, beat her, rape her, but really, what else was new? It could not be worse than what he had done to her in the past. She would always fear him, Draven‘s grip on her unceasing, unwavering, but she had come to a point where she had learned helplessness - what could she do to fix her situation? Nothing. At least her pups would have safety within the pack, at least Draven would never find out about their existence. At least -

Suddenly, she found herself sprawled across the ground after being collided with. Immediately, she went limp and lax, assuming that it would be Draven. He normally did find her when she was out and about, and expected the blows to start falling, the teeth, the claws, the vicious demoralizing sodomization. But to her surprise, it was a younger male, someone whom she had never met before. “I am… Sorry. Did I get in your way?” Briseis climbed to her paws and shook out the powdered flakes from her fur tips. She averted her gaze and glanced at the ground, embarrassed to have caused him to falter. “Clumsy… Sorry…I am… sorry.”

Ω Briseis Ω Chained to Draven Ω Spy in Uyaraut Ω Azura ΩTable Credit to Xathira