Don't Run

Intense

XxTrigger WarningxX 
Bondage

After going silent for a while, Brutus left her to twiddle her thumbs, pulling a stack of magazines from under his bed and laying them next to her with a shrug. Walking into the jungle of equipment he owned.

His massive arms began to pump iron. Working up a sweat and grunting. It made her slightly aroused to listen to in the background. She lay on her stomach and looked through the different mags. Mostly sports or natural location topics. Even a bird magazine. Did he like birds? She was rather curious.

"Do... do you like birds... Brutus?" She asked timidly. Making the Wolf stop suddenly. Surprised the bunny was asking.

Sweat dropped down his brow and arms. Tension in his muscles as they abruptly stilled. The clinking of the bar now silent.

"Yeah, I do. I like how they look." He sounded unwilling to admit it. But for some reason he wanted her to know. It's not something he talked about with people.

"Which one is your favorite?" She asked quietly. Looking at him. He blushed slightly and smirked.

"Well...... Bone Beaks of course. Their giants, just like The Rava...."
He trailed off and seemed to think about something, deciding to say more.

"I've always wondered why my people were bigger. We used to have an ability too, but no one has been born with it for a couple years now." The Witch nodded and Brutus found his arms sliding the bar back on the hooks and sitting up.

The Wolf was curious about this feeling of being honest about himself. It made him buzz with excitement.

"But yeah, Bone Beaks... Their big and cool. And deadly. I saw Tearsay's up close one time as a teenager. She let me pet it." He reminisced on his memory of it, and as if it just occurred to him, he looked at her curiously.

"You and her seem so different. But then again you're a rodent." He laughed at her, and Alona became clearly upset. Looking down at the mattress in front of her.

"Why don't you have a familiar Alona? Shouldn't you have one by now?" The Bunny wanted to quirk her brow, did he know a thing or two about it? Thats interesting. If she told him the truth, he might figure her all out.

"I messed up." She mumbled. It wasn't a lie. She had made the artificial spirit too strong. It was for the animal to manifest and share the Witches power, becoming entwined even after death. If one dies, so does the other. In order to find a vessel strong enough, she'd need to find a bigger animal. So, she was holding out that a suitable one would find her.

Brutus quirked his head, smirking at her.

"You must be a terrible Witch. Sucks to be you huh? What do they call you in Peace Town? The Worst Witch?" She flinched at his words, and he bit back his tongue. Regretting ruining the moment. The rabbit flopping over, face first into the bed sheets, sighing all the air out of her body.

"Don't be a baby bunbun. Learn to take a joke." He snorted and laid back down to continue his strenuous endeavor.

The giant didn't seem to notice her anymore. Maybe that was his goal? He was keeping his word. Her mouth salivated slightly at the thought of tomorrow. What was he going to do to her? Just thinking about it made her excited.

As the hour passed and light seemed to fade from the windows. She indeed thought of the girls. Would they wonder? Would they worry? Of course not.

But would Pat or Lulu go out of their way to make an excuse? Assuming it was obviously Brutus or Lucid who had her.