NPC's: none.
fordated for the 30th.
It was if she hadn't existed before this day.
Ksenija looked blankly at her surroundings, not comprehending what was being presented to her. She was confused, for once, the self-proclaimed ranger felt out of her element. The storm-hued wolf was naked and shivering, her optime form bruised and battered from the passing hurricane. However, something inside of her felt broken. Cloudy blue eyes gazed down at her body and her brow furrowed, questioning her injuries. Long, deep slices decorated her wrists and forearms with a few slashed onto her chest. Around her wrists and ankles was evidence of rope burn, the fur worn away and the skin raw. There were many more injuries, and Ksenija felt the stinging sensation of bile rising in her throat and forced the agitation down. Suddenly weary, the russian tundra wolf closed her eyes tightly and shifted until she was in her natural form and rested her large head on equally sized paws. It was then that she slipped into an exhausted sleep, the memories of the past month or so slipping away from her mind.
Ksenija watched the deer intently, her body cleverly hidden in the surrounding foliage. She was covered in mud, dead leaves and muck from the forest floor. Nothing could smell her or see her, and she was intent on bringing her foreign lover a nice meal after the stressful pack meeting where it was pronounced the leadership left and taken over by Aeron. Ksen didn’t care either way, but her love had been so stressed out she decided to calm her with food. What she didn’t notice however, was that she was the one being observed. A pair of crimson eyes regarded her every move, and with a sickly sweet smile displaying aged and discolored fangs followed the trail she had left. He slid up behind her as she went into a pounce position, and with tremendous force hit her in the side of the face with a thick piece of wood. It made contact with her temple and all she saw was darkness.
When she awoke, Ksen was in a small cave, bound to the walls. Groggily she opened eyes and tried to make sense of her surroundings, and noticed the same pb>air of crimson eyes watching her from the shadows. “ You are awake. “ He observed, blackened lips pulling back to reveal yellow fangs. The russian said nothing, but fixed him with a baleful stare. She tried to ignore the fact that her body ached and her wrists and ankles were bound uncomfortably. “ After you didn’t awaken from your slumber for a few days, I was beginning to wonder if the blow to your head had killed you. It would have been a shame, you are the most beautiful out of the toys I have had yet. “ She struggled keeping her expression blank, but finally succumbed the disgust that was now evident all over her features. His grin widened. “ Now that you are with us, we can begin to play. “ The monster cooed, clearly delighted at the prospect of causing her pain.
It went on for weeks. She was never left unbound, enduring his ‘ play ‘ tied up and in pain. After a while Ksenija gave up hope and retreated deep into her mind, blocking out the pain that he inflicted on her body with tools of destruction and his own fangs and claws. For the most part she was coherent, but when he raped her she quickly became incapacitated, her mind leaving her body completely. As a woman disgusted by men, she made a vow to never let herself be touched by one again so long as she survived this. One day she awoke, bleeding and gravely injured, and he was gone. Her bonds were off. The wind howled outside and the cave was dreadfully cold, but there was no sign that he had ever been here save from her blood splatters all over the floor and walls of her prison. Ksenija crawled towards the entrance and dragged herself out of the cave, ignoring the strong winds and pouring rain outside. She had to get away.
Her eyes fluttered opened at last, the sun streaming down from the heavens. She was warm, and Ksen grunted and rolled over, acutely aware that she was in even more pain today. Nothing had healed, the gashes were still there. She had no way of knowing how long it had been, or where she was. Just that she was alive because of some madman growing bored. Her body had shrunken so much in the month she had been gone she looked like a skeleton, skin pulled tightly over bones with no body fat and little muscle. Her mind was shattered, and she had no memory of anything, only her name. What had happened? There were many scents of different types of wolves nearby and she glanced weakly in that direction. With as much strength as she could muster, the wolf woman raised her head and howled. It was a haunting melody, filled with pain and confusion. Someone, help me.
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