youthful scent
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' Ariel...' that name echoed, I couldn't stop thinking about that name, it was a beautiful name.
I sank in a deep breath while thinking about that name, it made me wonder and it somehow baffled me, because the name sounded familiar.
"wake up" a voice shouted, it gave me goosebumps. I begrudgingly managed to stand up, I was still feeling so sleepy because the bed was so soft and I wished to lay there for a while longer.
" I said, get your ass up" This time the voice was more intimidating. I shuddered in fear before I gently opened my eyes, I then noticed him. ' Ariel ' was standing right next to me while folding his hands. he had a straight thin line on his forehead and he stared at me with a predatory look.
"get out of my bed?" he yelled at me. I gently squinted my eyes, because I was still feeling sleepy, he had that look that could kill, his eyes searched mine and he yanked my hair into a tight fist. I groaned in pain. I was a bit taken aback by his actions. I wondered if he was the one I saw yesterday, he was acting different and out of character.
" why...why are you doing this to me?" my voice trembled, it was hoarse and I felt so much pain.
"Raphael, take this Slave out of my room... she's not the one I looking for?" he said. I was surprised ' She's not the one I'm looking for ' those words echoed. what the f**k was he looking for?.
Before I could be roughly shoved out of the room, he held my hand with his right fist and stared at me, his eyes searching mine, his eyes were of killing intent, and he kept on searching my eyes, almost like he was going to kill me with a single look.
"don't you dare tell anyone about this, because the moment you tell anyone about it, I swear you will regret it," he said those words gently, but those words had extra meaning to them.
Was then roughly shoved out of the room, then we started walking to the dungeon, where I noticed other prisoners.
As I walked down the large hall, I noticed other prisoners were looking at me, they all had predatory looks and their gaze could kill. they all looked skinny and hungry, I almost felt pity for them.
'Remember, very soon you might even look worse than them' my wolf reminded me. so I kept a straight face, I hate anyone to see my vulnerable side, but I was having the urge to break down and start crying. but my ego won't let me. I don't want to give them the satisfaction that they have finally managed to break my strong will.
I wish to fight and get back my land and people, but I don't have a driving force, something to will me to fight. I have lost all hope. what would I be fighting for? rather than live miserably after this.
I let out a sigh, a sigh of finally giving up.
' Don't give up yet ' my wolf echoed in me. She howled a little, it was adorable.
' but who am I fighting for? who will I fight for? what's the use of trying to fight, since no one would ever care about me? I asked my wolf.
but she remained quiet without genuinely giving me a reply, ' I can sense something she finally said after a long time of silence.
'what is it?' I asked.
' I can feel it, Dad is alive ' she said gently.
Immediately I was encouraged and I felt myself feeling ecstatic.
' but I'm not sure though ' she said. immediately my hopes were crushed and I had the raw urge to cry.
' then why did you get my hopes up in the beginning ' I told her. She only wriggled Inside and sounded ecstatic.
' what is the matter?' I asked.
' I can feel him, he's here, he's close to us... he's not far from us.
"who's here?" I asked curiously. the only thing she could do was to stay silent, my wolf couldn't stay put, she was acting a bit too excited and was a bit too curious to know what she was excited about.
I kept on asking my wolf, but she was silent, she didn't give me a tangible response.
after some time, I slept off, I was feeling so tired and I needed time to relax, my heart was beating so fast when I felt someone's presence. but I still kept my eyes closed. I just want to rest, I hate to be disturbed
before I couldn't perceive the scent of the person who was standing beside me, to know his Identity, I felt sharp claws around my neck, as it dug deeper into my flesh, allowing blood to drip.
I groaned. he smirked and dug even deeper into my flesh, and then he came closer to me, taking a whiff of my scent. not that I don't have the strength to kick his butt right to the ground, but I don't have that driving force to fight, I just wish to die and forget about these nightmares.
he stiffened when he realized who I was, after taking a whiff of my scent, " you...are strong and rare wolf?" he sounded astounded.
I also took a whiff of his scent, I came to realize that he was a werecat.
he immediately let go of me and he started dragging me roughly to the ground.
"stop I can't walk myself" I groaned at him. he stopped walking and stared at me, he let out a sigh before he managed to let go of me. when he did he started dragging me towards the big hall where other prisoners were eating.
but it was only one man that managed to capture my attention, his scent...his scent made me close my eyes trying to absurd his youthful scent.
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