WC: 546
The dark fae was alert. Her posture was erected despite her enslaved status. However, this posture was not due to a sudden step out of line or a need to rebel against her master now that they had travelled far from the packlands. Indeed, that shattered mind no longer comprehended such things; much of the humanoid thought processes had been diminished, though not eliminated, from her mental vocabulary, and she was but a creature living simply for the fight and survival. True freedom seemed secondary to such things. So no, it was not sudden rebellion that caused the slave’s posture to grow taller. It was simply the natural reaction of her heightened senses. Erected ears twitched and swiveled at every sound, analyzing it before discarding it, filtering the white noise from the sounds that were significant. Black hackles rose like dangerous thorns poison-tipped with the sanguine blackness of her soul. Sinew quivered beneath her coat, prepared to attack at any moment. Lunar orbs drank in the surroundings as the pierced nose twitched as the air was drawn in. Still, there was nothing, and yet not all was right.
TaeKyung did not move to follow Salvia, nor the lower-ranked Salsolan when she moved to see their goal. The white orbs passed briefly over the animals that Salvia chose, but they did not linger long. While keeping her master and the other Salsolan in her periphery, the muscled woman returned to her current task of assuring that nothing required the attention of her aggression. It was not long before Salvia, masked in herbal scents and softly speaking, deceived the prey-beasts and made her choices. It seemed already that they were ready to depart. The dark female felt confliction within her. She felt the urge to depart quickly before the native pack wolves stumbled upon their intruding. And yet she wished to linger, almost challenging the natives to come, for she thirsted for the fight. The golden ring that pierced her septum was now a forgotten burden, but the burden within her mind had grown great. She did not disobey Salvia, for Salvia had given her the freedom to fight, and now to hunt. Even to be beyond the Salsolan boraders—that was a great privilege. TaeKyung should feel thankful to Salvia.
Obsidian, hornlike auricles swiveled back against the shrill cry of the stallion. A low growl emerged from her throat, but otherwise, the fighter was silent. Her fur bristled and she grew restless. Their cover was blown. The enslaved one moved to Salvia’s side, ignoring the tethered animals and turning those fathomless orbs to the tiger-woman briefly. Then her attention was averted to the environment. There was no one yet, but they would come. She knew they would. A dark sneer tugged at the corners of those dark lips, the black plume waving once behind her in anticipation. At the sound of her name, TaeKyung turned to acknowledge her master. She nodded and bowed. “예. 알겠습니다.” At times such as these, the Jindo-wolf did not bother trying to speak the English language. It was only imperative that she allow the escape of the animals and Salvia to Salsola. The other Salsolan was under her protection as well. But to the slave, her master came first.
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