Post by Andarial on May 30, 2010 20:33:52 GMT -5
Notes: Here you guys go, for Panda!
Suddenly I was awake, being violently woken by a harsh voice of a usually soft baritone.
“Onyx! Onyx! Wake up!” It was soft but earnest.
“Huh?” I woke and wiped the sleep from my eyes. “What do you want?” My voice was slurred from exhaustion.
“Your human is, on his way!” I straightened and stiffened at that and moved to stand.
I moved to the back of my cell. My eyes narrowed warily, waiting to see his revolting form, and smell his disgusting scent.
I crinkled my nose in annoyance as his smell came to me. I growled as his escort of two “Takers” came into view with him behind. He grinned at me and winked in a flirty-suggestive way. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck bristle; I knew I didn’t like him at all. Not just because he owned me but because he also flirted with me. That annoyed me, made me angry. I wasn’t something to gawk at like some animal in a zoo. Though I often felt like I was one being behind these bars.
He stepped into my cell like he owned the place, which he probably did. HE probably paid big money for the little room with the toilet and stone floor. I stood my ground and could feel nervous butterflies brush their tiny, imaginary wings against the walls of my stomach. I looked past the human and at Creekrunner who watched with concerned eyes.
I tore my eyes away from his and forced myself to stare at the wealthy human before me. He grinned and gripped my chin to stop my nervous gaze from flicking around. He made me watch him. I shivered as I stared into those dull and cold blue eyes. I normally wasn’t a scared type but it was hard not to fear him.
For a human he was strong. I could feel the vice-like grip on my chin and though I could usually jerk my head away from his hand easily it was impossible with all the silver nearby.
“I have heard you are quite a good fighter! To stand against Creekrunner, is quite a feat he is the oldest gladiator we have,” he said this with a laugh, his voice almost proud as if I were some prized fighting dog.
I growled wishing I could grow my claws and rip into his face, he began to speak again, “I am going to put you in the ring in a week. You’ll be up against the siren wolf, Shashka.”
I had heard of her. Her howl was so high and piercing that it often broke eardrums of wolves. It sent them reeling and yelping, bleeding from the ears. I wasn’t scared and yet I felt the anxiety of the wait of a fight began to creep into my bones and settle into them. I didn’t want to wait I was hungry for the win that I knew was coming to me.
He smiled as he saw the spark in my eyes. He looked almost greedy. He knew the fight would be good but he didn’t know whether I would win or not. Creekrunner looked anxious. He pushed me away easily and I stumbled, falling against the wall. As he casually limped out of my cell and out of sight I collapsed against the wall and sighed. I was so tired already.
Creekrunnner hurried to the front of his “cage” but still avoided the bars, “Are you okay, Onyx?”
I guessed he was no longer angry with me, “Yeah just tired.”
I sighed and longed to reach out and touch him just to feel something warm and alive to know I wasn’t alone in the world. But I couldn’t, I was stuck alone in this cold empty cell waiting until the “Takers” took us back to our practice room.
“Speak of the devil,” I muttered under my breath as the creatures appeared to release us from our prisons.
As soon as both Creekrunner and I were out I gravitated toward him. My hand brushed his as we walked forward toward the room. Warmth and sparks seemed to shoot up my arm coming directly from his. I shuddered and he looked over at me curiously, obviously he hadn’t felt it. It must have just been an electric shock. That was it, right?
My hand snaked away from his and I curled it around my waist. I avoided Creekrunner’s golden gaze and glued my eyes to the silver door in front of me.
As the door opened and we moved through it the world seemed to fall away from me. Everything seemed muffled as if there were cotton in my ears. I didn’t mind it, my head hurt anyways and the constant murmuring of the crowd had only made it worse. Now with me lost in my own little world it made the ache better. I sighed as my heart rate slowed and for once I felt like I wasn’t hanging on for my life. Wasn’t fighting for survival.
I pushed into the room and suddenly it all came rushing back. Why I was here, what I had to do, who controlled me. My life wasn’t my own anymore. And I felt like crying. I began to feel my mind break down and I fought so hard to keep myself together. I turned to Creekrunner who had been watching me this entire time with worried eyes and forcibly threw myself into his arms, and though I was thin my tall body was not light at all.
But he caught me like I was nothing. I was trembling so hard my sobs were shaking as they were ripped from my weak body. I wasn’t proud of crying in front of him but it was something that was bound to happen after that encounter. It was something that would hurt my pride, but I knew it would make me feel better so I let it happen. He rocked me back and forth in a soothing way, whispering gentle words in my ear and calming me down from this scary place.
Everyone around us just watched this, knowing they couldn’t do anything. It was forbidden to talk and especially to touch anyone but those you were allowed. My body ached horribly; it was so tense and painful that I could barely breathe. What could I do to stop this pain? He was stroking my hair and it made the pain suddenly leech away from me. The ache in my body and heart left and flowed into his hand. I sighed, what was this strange power he had over me? This strange power that had me connected to him. That made his every movement perfect and loved by me.
He could do no wrong. He was an angel. So wonderful and understanding. I sighed again and collapsed even more into him and I could feel his face turn toward my hair and I could hear him inhale deeply.
I allowed this for but a moment and then slowly, reluctantly I pulled away. Another sigh, a different ache. I didn’t allow the thought that started to come to my mind though, You need-. No I didn’t. I didn’t need anyone.
I glanced around at the crowd I had drawn and glared viciously at them, “What are you all looking at?!”
There was an angry growl evident in my voice and my presence was extremely commanding, like an alpha. Everyone saw that and they quickly moved away, moving to get back to work. I looked back at Creekrunner and frowned at his strange expression.
“What?” I asked and he merely shook his head and that was the end of that.
Suddenly I was awake, being violently woken by a harsh voice of a usually soft baritone.
“Onyx! Onyx! Wake up!” It was soft but earnest.
“Huh?” I woke and wiped the sleep from my eyes. “What do you want?” My voice was slurred from exhaustion.
“Your human is, on his way!” I straightened and stiffened at that and moved to stand.
I moved to the back of my cell. My eyes narrowed warily, waiting to see his revolting form, and smell his disgusting scent.
I crinkled my nose in annoyance as his smell came to me. I growled as his escort of two “Takers” came into view with him behind. He grinned at me and winked in a flirty-suggestive way. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck bristle; I knew I didn’t like him at all. Not just because he owned me but because he also flirted with me. That annoyed me, made me angry. I wasn’t something to gawk at like some animal in a zoo. Though I often felt like I was one being behind these bars.
He stepped into my cell like he owned the place, which he probably did. HE probably paid big money for the little room with the toilet and stone floor. I stood my ground and could feel nervous butterflies brush their tiny, imaginary wings against the walls of my stomach. I looked past the human and at Creekrunner who watched with concerned eyes.
I tore my eyes away from his and forced myself to stare at the wealthy human before me. He grinned and gripped my chin to stop my nervous gaze from flicking around. He made me watch him. I shivered as I stared into those dull and cold blue eyes. I normally wasn’t a scared type but it was hard not to fear him.
For a human he was strong. I could feel the vice-like grip on my chin and though I could usually jerk my head away from his hand easily it was impossible with all the silver nearby.
“I have heard you are quite a good fighter! To stand against Creekrunner, is quite a feat he is the oldest gladiator we have,” he said this with a laugh, his voice almost proud as if I were some prized fighting dog.
I growled wishing I could grow my claws and rip into his face, he began to speak again, “I am going to put you in the ring in a week. You’ll be up against the siren wolf, Shashka.”
I had heard of her. Her howl was so high and piercing that it often broke eardrums of wolves. It sent them reeling and yelping, bleeding from the ears. I wasn’t scared and yet I felt the anxiety of the wait of a fight began to creep into my bones and settle into them. I didn’t want to wait I was hungry for the win that I knew was coming to me.
He smiled as he saw the spark in my eyes. He looked almost greedy. He knew the fight would be good but he didn’t know whether I would win or not. Creekrunner looked anxious. He pushed me away easily and I stumbled, falling against the wall. As he casually limped out of my cell and out of sight I collapsed against the wall and sighed. I was so tired already.
Creekrunnner hurried to the front of his “cage” but still avoided the bars, “Are you okay, Onyx?”
I guessed he was no longer angry with me, “Yeah just tired.”
I sighed and longed to reach out and touch him just to feel something warm and alive to know I wasn’t alone in the world. But I couldn’t, I was stuck alone in this cold empty cell waiting until the “Takers” took us back to our practice room.
“Speak of the devil,” I muttered under my breath as the creatures appeared to release us from our prisons.
As soon as both Creekrunner and I were out I gravitated toward him. My hand brushed his as we walked forward toward the room. Warmth and sparks seemed to shoot up my arm coming directly from his. I shuddered and he looked over at me curiously, obviously he hadn’t felt it. It must have just been an electric shock. That was it, right?
My hand snaked away from his and I curled it around my waist. I avoided Creekrunner’s golden gaze and glued my eyes to the silver door in front of me.
As the door opened and we moved through it the world seemed to fall away from me. Everything seemed muffled as if there were cotton in my ears. I didn’t mind it, my head hurt anyways and the constant murmuring of the crowd had only made it worse. Now with me lost in my own little world it made the ache better. I sighed as my heart rate slowed and for once I felt like I wasn’t hanging on for my life. Wasn’t fighting for survival.
I pushed into the room and suddenly it all came rushing back. Why I was here, what I had to do, who controlled me. My life wasn’t my own anymore. And I felt like crying. I began to feel my mind break down and I fought so hard to keep myself together. I turned to Creekrunner who had been watching me this entire time with worried eyes and forcibly threw myself into his arms, and though I was thin my tall body was not light at all.
But he caught me like I was nothing. I was trembling so hard my sobs were shaking as they were ripped from my weak body. I wasn’t proud of crying in front of him but it was something that was bound to happen after that encounter. It was something that would hurt my pride, but I knew it would make me feel better so I let it happen. He rocked me back and forth in a soothing way, whispering gentle words in my ear and calming me down from this scary place.
Everyone around us just watched this, knowing they couldn’t do anything. It was forbidden to talk and especially to touch anyone but those you were allowed. My body ached horribly; it was so tense and painful that I could barely breathe. What could I do to stop this pain? He was stroking my hair and it made the pain suddenly leech away from me. The ache in my body and heart left and flowed into his hand. I sighed, what was this strange power he had over me? This strange power that had me connected to him. That made his every movement perfect and loved by me.
He could do no wrong. He was an angel. So wonderful and understanding. I sighed again and collapsed even more into him and I could feel his face turn toward my hair and I could hear him inhale deeply.
I allowed this for but a moment and then slowly, reluctantly I pulled away. Another sigh, a different ache. I didn’t allow the thought that started to come to my mind though, You need-. No I didn’t. I didn’t need anyone.
I glanced around at the crowd I had drawn and glared viciously at them, “What are you all looking at?!”
There was an angry growl evident in my voice and my presence was extremely commanding, like an alpha. Everyone saw that and they quickly moved away, moving to get back to work. I looked back at Creekrunner and frowned at his strange expression.
“What?” I asked and he merely shook his head and that was the end of that.