Fia was terrified for her life. She had never been so scared. She had fought, trying to get free from them, only causing her struggles to result to more fear and pain. She was in her petite two legged form, her arms being held tightly against her will. The moment she had been captured she had tried screaming out for help, kicking and punching, struggling to get free. But the one eyed woman had threatened to kill her. Over the time she was captured, she had thought of escape routes. But even if she tried, she most likely would've been killed.
The fae had wondered why her pack had not come to rescue her and the other one whom Fia did not know. Fia had felt even more depressed by the fact that neither her mother or father had come. She was still a teen, so she didn't quite understand why they couldn't have came and rescued her. She didn't understand the dangers and how complicated the situation was. "Get up you worthless piece of fur" The guard had spit at her. Wearily standing up, the fae struggled to remain standing, nonetheless walk. The guards held Fia by the arms and the scruff of her neck tightly. Rope imprints where on her wrists, the fur around her hand flattened by the tough rope. Her beautiful plush soft fur was matted and brown with distress. The beaten-up teen had given up on fighting, as she was fed little food therefore she had no energy. She barely had enough to remain conscious. Her ears drooped down the sides of her face, her head hung low. Fia had no idea where they where going, until when her dark tear-stricken face looked up to see her family standing there. She looked into her father's eyes with questions, disbelief, confusion. Suddenly something hit her heart, making her droop her head back down again, shaking her head gently. Why not had her mother come? Where was she? Did she even care that her daughter had been held captive?! The confused fae shook her head over and over again, as if trying to get the questions to leave from her confused mind.
Why had things had to go this direction? Why did the Aniwayan's suddenly attack? What did they want? Fia felt as if she would explode into a trillion questions. But yet, her voice was long gone. Her skinny body trembled underneath the grip of the guards, her arms felt weak. Lifting a paw up she began scratching at the guard's tight grip pathetically, a warning snarl emitting from his maw. "Let go!" She rasped , trying to twist free. The guard tightened his grip on both her arms and her neck and yanked hard, a weak yelp escaping her maw. Dropping her arms down to her sides she gave up and stared at the ground, a blank expression on her face.
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