if you throw me to the wolves
They will join you soon. Delah replies soundlessly to Amalia's plea. And then they are off.
She doesn't struggle, that is good for them, but stupid for her. The Fae value strength, any of the assembled would cut off their limbs and murder their kin before being taken hostage.
It is why they hate the newcomers so much, naturals and outlanders alike. They do not belong in the woods. They can sully and ruin their own worlds, break their own societies and curse their bodies. But the Fae will have none of it, Delah less so than most.
Oh she has seen some of them with their wandering eyes, their curious conversations. She will cut this off at the quick before it goes any farther.
And it starts with one.
This one.
Delah barks orders in a language that sounds like plants growing and winds ruffling through stones. Around Amalia the bonds become loser, falling away entirely. Her muzzle is released, but then again, it wasn't through her feline lips that she had been communicating anyways.
"Jump." Delah demands, outloud and in common tongue now. Before Amalia is a giant pit, at least 30ft down. There is a man down there, an outlander (Adam) captured earlier, though he appears to be unconscious, or perhaps just...sleeping?
She doesn't struggle, that is good for them, but stupid for her. The Fae value strength, any of the assembled would cut off their limbs and murder their kin before being taken hostage.
It is why they hate the newcomers so much, naturals and outlanders alike. They do not belong in the woods. They can sully and ruin their own worlds, break their own societies and curse their bodies. But the Fae will have none of it, Delah less so than most.
Oh she has seen some of them with their wandering eyes, their curious conversations. She will cut this off at the quick before it goes any farther.
And it starts with one.
This one.
Delah barks orders in a language that sounds like plants growing and winds ruffling through stones. Around Amalia the bonds become loser, falling away entirely. Her muzzle is released, but then again, it wasn't through her feline lips that she had been communicating anyways.
"Jump." Delah demands, outloud and in common tongue now. Before Amalia is a giant pit, at least 30ft down. There is a man down there, an outlander (
i'll come back leading the pack
