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Her eyes did not leave the pitiful creature as the Lambda tried to reason with her stubborn mind. The dog was defenseless, without a means to protect himself from whatever torture that would inevitably befall him. Never had she been called to use her strength against a party that was not set to attack her or her family. And the idea of otherwise stirred her stomach distastefully.
But this circumstance was bigger than her own dislike of harming the defenseless. It was unfortunate to be presented this way, but she could not deny the threat this dog and his pack possessed. They were jeopardizing the life of the Nomads. They were starving her beloved family. Winter was not perhaps the leanest time, but was always the most precious to the pack. It was the time the young were born on the mountain and taken care of by the family as a whole. Leaving the band of dogs free to scavenge their reserves meant there would not be enough to feed the mothers that would in turn not be able to feed their young sufficiently. It meant hunting farther away, placing the family’s defenses at risk. It meant trying their resources… leaving their fates to the ancestors and out of their paws completely. This scenario only further churned the bile in her stomach and bring a paw to her stoic maw as the bitterness threatened to rise.
The prisoner was no fool. Though blood rushed in his ears he could still hear the twisted words of the mad wolf. His heart quickened and panic lit his eyes as he watched the conviction change in the female’s eyes. There had been hope when it looked she would not replace the male as his jailer, but knowing full well the bonds of family, the very thing that bound him and his own pack to steal… he could see the tethers of mercy were far out of reach…
The Exultare were not torture masters. They were not mindless killers. They were a lot controlled by instinct, and trusted it above all else. They were conditioned to dismiss pain in the midst of a fight. They were hit, cut, and fought til all manner of assault was dull to their mind until the very end when the excruciating damage was felt in a single instance. They were trained to know pain, to embrace it, then dismiss it. They knew what would bring any other to their knees. She never believed she would be forced to inflict such pain to another… at least in this manner.
The glimmering light of life dulled from her eyes as she pushed the noise of senseless thought aside and centered on a single idea; making the dog speak. There was no reluctance, only purpose as she moved to stand in front of the struggling beast. Swiftly, she crouched in front of him placing both her hands gently on a thigh. There was no sense in waiting for the question again. As often as she was sure it drilled into the dog, it damn well knew what they would ask of it. So instead, she let the tips of her claws trail lightly along his inner thigh as if to gentle coax him to speak. Her ears twitch patiently, but heard only his rampant breaths and not the words they needed to hear. And seamlessly, a single claw penetrated the fur into flesh, slipping deeper til the lone digit was hilted. Her ears were deaf to all else but the words she needed to hear. Yelps of pain were but noise again pushed aside. Then the claw was withdrawn stained crimson from its deed and began to trail along the interior of the thigh once more… but in sharp, penetrating jabs through the flesh, perforating a path toward his necessarily bits. But her path diverged from the inner thigh and began a rhythmic pace on the exterior, slipping through the fur and deep within the flesh, grating muscle to touch bone, then withdrew only to begin again…
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