She didn’t trust it. Arithari knew better than to trust anything when it came to the so called All-Father. Even as it sounded like he was walking away. Even as it sounded like the animals and the birds and the breeze had returned. Arithari knew he could manipulate anything, including the calmness of the forest. She would remain in this husk of rotting wood, bugs and what all else crawling against her skin. Her hand clamped shut over her mouth to stifle her breath.
Not that it mattered as his hand shattered through the wood and tangled into her long black hair, making her cry out audibly in shock and pain as he pulled her up from the hollow log. Her chest heaved, face and arms covered in scratches from the exploding wood. She felt blood dripping from her temple down her cheek as she looked into the face of her worst nightmare.
Still, she didn’t freeze. She was a wolf child. Feral, never tamed. The daughter of the Dread Wolf. Rebellion and resistance ran through her blood and even when she felt broken the spirit of her father’s legacy never let that last strand Her hands reached up, fingers curled so sharp nails could dig into the skin of his wrist to try and cause him some pain even if he didn’t release her. Her legs kicked out as well, a snarl on her face. If he thought she’d roll over and show her neck just because his hands were on her then he must have forgotten who she was in the time they were apart.
She cursed him in their native language, every single curse in the book she knew and then some new ones she had learned from the humans in the area she had ran into. Eyes glared with fierce anger and hatred and determination.
Still, when he expressed his disappointment in her there was a part of her that cringed in both fear and shame. Elgar’nan had millennia to drive into her what would happen if she were to be disappointing to him. She felt it coming to the surface, fighting the desire to continue to fight him and she knew the longer she was in his presence the harder it would be to fight that part of her.
So she ignored it for now and spat directly into his arrogant face.
Not that it mattered as his hand shattered through the wood and tangled into her long black hair, making her cry out audibly in shock and pain as he pulled her up from the hollow log. Her chest heaved, face and arms covered in scratches from the exploding wood. She felt blood dripping from her temple down her cheek as she looked into the face of her worst nightmare.
Still, she didn’t freeze. She was a wolf child. Feral, never tamed. The daughter of the Dread Wolf. Rebellion and resistance ran through her blood and even when she felt broken the spirit of her father’s legacy never let that last strand Her hands reached up, fingers curled so sharp nails could dig into the skin of his wrist to try and cause him some pain even if he didn’t release her. Her legs kicked out as well, a snarl on her face. If he thought she’d roll over and show her neck just because his hands were on her then he must have forgotten who she was in the time they were apart.
She cursed him in their native language, every single curse in the book she knew and then some new ones she had learned from the humans in the area she had ran into. Eyes glared with fierce anger and hatred and determination.
Still, when he expressed his disappointment in her there was a part of her that cringed in both fear and shame. Elgar’nan had millennia to drive into her what would happen if she were to be disappointing to him. She felt it coming to the surface, fighting the desire to continue to fight him and she knew the longer she was in his presence the harder it would be to fight that part of her.
So she ignored it for now and spat directly into his arrogant face.
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