Don't Run

Where is she?

Alona hadn't really fallen asleep. I mean it was cute of him to try, but she immediately recognized what was happening. The mana in her blood eating and eroding the foreign substance from her body.

He walked her deep into the city and into a big apartment building. Going up to the 20th floor. Laying her down on a bed and shackling her ankle with something he had prepared beforehand.

Then he left. And she opened her eyes. Sitting up and looking around. It was a cozy looking place. With big windows that overlooked the city. There was a lamp on the nightstand and a tall glass of water. At least he'd given it some thought. Her hand rubbed the soft sheets under her, amused.

The Witch looked at the metal shackle with a lock and rolled her eyes. This could not hold her.

Her finger pointed at the lock, and it snapped open. A small smile spread across her face as she got up and snooped around. Rummaging through the drawers and checking out the place. It was a very modern design. And the bathtub looked like a swanky jacuzzi.

She opened his fridge and laughed. He had alcohol and condiments. But only one plate of leftover meat. She sniffed at it curiously. It couldn't be too old. Her big eyes staring at the gruel for a moment. She found it rather funny that he barely lived here. did he get this just for this plan? or was this where he was living off campus from the start? 

The Witch walked around with her hands clasped behind her back. Eventually finding her way to a basic desk with a lamp. Overlooking the city scenery, pressed up against a far window. And on the table was a journal. Her eyebrows rose.

A snoop for a snoop. She had to return his favor. Luckily, he hadn't seen anything that would raise suspicion in hers. But it was a close call. Her hand found the rough spine and she held it vertically, letting it fall open to the most used page.

It made The Witch pause. Stunned. Her brain was having a hard time equating Damien to what she saw. But none the less. She could smell his scent and knew he had been all over this journal. Or should she say, a sketchbook?

Her face stared back at her. Drawn beautifully and with an alarming amount of skill. Her portrait was big and seemed deeply pressed into the paper, with lots of emotion. More serious then she thought.

It gave off an eerie vibe. And it occurred to her yet again she knew nothing about Damien. His family or his talents. Why he was in Animal City, instead of the Jungle Kingdom? Competing to be The Tiger King?

In Peace Town it was rumored that stereotypical Tigers all wanted to be the King one day. The Strongest and most feared among their kind. They held a gladiatorial like tournament every 5 years to determine this. Being Apex Predators, it wasn't common for them to band together in group's, let alone develop a nation. Obviously, this would've been new territory for even The Old Ones. Animals developing new behavioral patterns.

Were all Tigers rash and angry? Incredibly driven by their own desires. Or did Damien have a couple screws loose or something? She would have to meet another Tiger to tell.

Alona yawned. Stretching and looking out at the city lights before returning to the bed and re shackling her ankle. Laying down and taking a nap.

Back At School:

Brutus walked the halls like a menace. Lyle following behind him, nervous. He was worried what the Giant Wolf would do. He still had blood on him as he walked down all the halls. Staring people down. He said nothing. He didn't have too. When Brutus was like this you knew exactly why. His Wolves will let the rumors spread. And quietly, things would settle down. People getting the message.