WC: 504
The black fae followed silently behind her master. She wore her natural shape, as it was most well equipped for traveling long distances. Unless the Jindo-wolf practiced her art of war or fought against another, she preferred this natural shape to which she was born. Since she had been given permission to hunt, the slave’s body had filled more—relatively. Lean muscle mass predominated, but she had gained some girth. She was still low enough on body fat that bearing pups would not have been healthy, but she had gained back a healthy amount of fat to better maintain her strength and to build upon it. And the strong, lean sinew was apparent beneath her shorter, denser coat. It was a body made and trained to fight. And that shattered mind could revel only in that. It was almost surprising that the enslaved one remained so compliant to her master—did not the wolf ever crave the freedom that was its birthright? But that broken mind could no longer connect all the thoughts, could not comprehend all social constructs. It knew only to fight, and it new only that Salvia had allowed TaeKyung to fight. And for that broken mind, that was enough for a satisfying existence.
The larger form of her master, having taken on the intermediate shape, loomed before her. The slave held her head low, as was expected. Scents flowed to her maw—she was on alert for any scent of the enemy whose pack they now invaded. The golden septum ring glinted in the dimly. A mild buzz of excitement thrummed within her—it had been many moons since she had seen land beyond Salsola. Salvia had made it clear to her that it was an honor for her, as a slave, to pass beyond the borders of the land. With the added possibility of a battle, the tenebrous female willingly did not stray. And the Korean’s loyalty had gradually been held to Salvia. The haunted female, enslaved as she was, broken as she was, was merely an aggressive dogged leashed, the wild nature of the fight ready to explode once Salvia loosed her grip.
As the small group reached their destination, TaeKyung’s lunar gaze lifted from her master’s feet. The lands were quiet, though not unquieting. She watched in silence, finding no need to speak (and not expected to speak unless spoken to) in the enemy’s territory. And to the obsidian female, all creatures save for Salvia were potential enemies. The Korean girl eyed their target mildly, only slightly curious of the strangely shaped animals neither horse nor sheep nor deer. Her purpose, however, was not to wonder at things, and her mind could grasp it only for brief moments. And so she focused on the land around them. As Salvia prepared the Korean woman shifted to an optime shape. Whether happened upon by the enemy or not, TaeKyung’s orders were to make sure that the ranked Salsolan wolves escaped with the bounty. She was there for protection only.
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