Yeah, I’ll start the new thread soon and backdate it a few days. Word Count: 571
The male’s groan didn’t escape Pixie’s ears. She kept her eyes on him, less comfortable than she had been moments before. She was beginning to realize the predicament that she was in; this tiny lodge couldn’t be where the rest of the pack lived or gathered, like Haven Manor to the Crimson Dreamers. How far she was away from where the pack normally orbited around, she couldn’t be sure. But she doubted that Skye or any of the other Cercatori members frequently passed by the cabin. In other words, she was practically isolated here, with a wolf three feet taller than her with sharp knives, and with Magic tied up to a tree far away.
His fingers on her fur made her flinch, but she ignored it, thinking he was just parting her fur to shave it. But than he moved behind her, where she couldn’t see him…whipping her head around, she glared at him for a moment, her anger flashing in her violet eyes, before slowing resting her head back on her paws. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I be so fucking stupid to do this? Maybe it was because she was a virgin. Or maybe she was too innocent and inexperienced; the closest experience she had had to this was when her brothers always beat her at play-fighting when they were pups. She had only heard stories, but had mostly ignored them, tiring of listening to her mother’s warnings. Or maybe she was just too reckless. A female with more sense—and perhaps an over-active imagination—wouldn’t have gone with Ouija into the woods alone. She would have at least brought her horse along and tied him to a tree closer to the lodge.
Pixie started to relax a little—as much as she could around a knife inches away from her skin—when he began to shear the fur away off her back. She vaguely heard his assurance that the fur would grow back as she closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, opening one eye every now and then to show him—but also herself—that she was keeping her guard up. When she first felt the burning metal, she gritted her teeth in pain, but kept herself from wincing so that the design wasn’t screwed up. Eventually the pain felt dull and rather numb, as though her skin was dead and unable to feel it, which, she remembered, was exactly what was happening.
When it was finally over and he went into the other room to get her bandaging, she sat up a little and sighed in relief of being able to move after lying still for so long. She was surprised by how unusually cautious she was as he tied the bandage on, but was glad that Ouija proved to be somewhat trustworthy. Nodding at his instructions, remembering them but not having them fully on her mind while listening to them, she moved towards the door, the bandage feeling strange wrapped around her body. She decided that it would be best to walk home in Lupus form; shifting could possibly tear the bandage or otherwise do damage to the tattoo, and she had trained Magic to follow her home when necessary.
Before completely walking out the door, she looked up at Ouija, not entirely sure what she should say. Shaking her head, she simply murmured, “Thank you,” before padding out the door.
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