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I've lived a sheltered life before coming here so I know nothing of most of the history or topics of debate that may circle my kind. If someone were to voice to me their opinion about Weres as pets, I would look at them like they're crazy. Who would take a Were as a pet? We're people, not animals. True, it may be a part of us, even half for those more feral, but we are still people. Maybe this is why I cannot understand the contraption sticking to Raven's face right now. What is it and why can't she get it off? I want to believe Lucian is trying to help her get it off. Raven keeps trying herself but her struggles are in vain. When she notices Lucian, she bristles her fur and snarls in warning at him. My eyes widen at this since I though the two were friends. She doesn't relax much once she hears his voice, her body jerking away from him as he pulls at the leather. When the other male arrives, she only gets more anxious, which feeds my nerves. I hear her pleading with Lucian to get it off and I can tell by her body language that she's looking for escape. My body trembles. I can't leave her but I want to get out of here just as much as she does. She looks at the other female wolf, her eyes betraying her opinion of her immediately but I already knew there was something off about her from the first time I saw her. When she sees me, she swings her head around so I can see one eye as her tail beats the ground in greeting. At her whispered words, I nod in understanding and move closer, though on the opposite side of Lucian since I don't want to be any closer to him. That's when I smell the other fox approaching. My head snaps around, blue gold eyes falling on the silver fox. I haven't seen another WereFox since coming to Sacrosanct and my first thought is that she could be from my pack. Dread pulses in my gut, eyes as wide as saucers as my tail tucks between my legs. But as I take in her scent, I know it is unfamiliar to me. That's a good thing, right? My head jerks back in shock when the fox suddenly lunges toward Lucian, aiming for his groin, it would seem. Lucian is too busy trying to soothe Raven with his presence while keeping track of the other wolves present. I hear him questioning the identity of the female wolf which surprises me since I thought she was another member of his pack. Seems I was mistaken. Next he addresses the male wolf, calling him Romulus. Such an exotic name. I blink at the other wolf before my gaze moves back to Raven and Lucian. I hear Lucian's warning, asking for room. When he senses my presence, I hear him and after a moment of hesitation, I nod in answer to his question, letting him know that he did get my name right. He asks for my assistance and I look at the straps on the leather, trying to figure it out before I just randomly bite. I hear Lucian's explanation that he won't let any harm come to me. I cannot trust him because I do not know him but I do listen to him as he tries to explain what Raven has stuck to her face. Magic? I sniff the leather and indeed it does smell...odd. About this time, the silver fox attacks and Lucian throws back his head with a snarl, turning on her as he starts shaking his back leg, trying to dismantle her. I fear for the fox, my ears flattening but at the same time, I owe my allegiance to Raven over anyone else here. She alone is my friend. I hear Lucian's curses on the female, threatening her life and I tremble, pressing against Raven. When I notice the male known as Romulus lunging at the fox, I gasp in fear for her, watching as he pulls at her scruff to get her off of Lucian. I can sense that he's not trying to really harm her, even though he could with one chomp, but even so, I remember well the jaws of a bigger creature around my own body and it never feels safe. I hear his growl and I press even closer to Raven, my fear steadily building. That's when I feel it, the air humming around me and I know what's happening. An invisible bubble starts to build around Raven and I, shielding our bodies from any harm, whether mental or physical. I know now that no one can touch her unless I give them that control. Turning to the first priority since I have a feeling that fox can hold her own or at least run away, I turn to Raven's muzzle, my teeth working at the straps until I get a good hold. I start working at it and slowly but surely I feel it loosening from her face. Finally it falls to the ground and I look up at Raven. "Better?" I ask with a look of concern before I turn my attention on the other fox. I can't just stand by and let her get hunted down by wolves. That just doesn't seem right. The moment the male lets go of her, I extend my shield to her, wrapping it precisely around her body so that no one else can grab her. The only sign that there's anything different around us and her is the sizzling of the air if you look close enough, almost like looking through glass. Once I feel that the shields are stable, I look up at Raven. My eyes ask the question solidly. What next? ![]() |