Undomesticated

Chapter 6

      The hounds' howls continue to get closer as I leap down from my perch. The wind pushes against me as I fall, like a chilled blanket wrapping me up. My silver claws spray sparks of gold as I turn and rake them down the tree to slow my free fall. With a thump that is too loud, I land on the soft grass below me in a crouch. Tendrils of hair flop over my face; I push the red hairs over top my head aggressively and start sprinting in the opposite direction of log Zilla.

The trees rush past in a blur of green and brown; the only sound is the pounding of my feet against the leaf cluttered ground.

   The farther I run, the less leaves are on the filthy ground. My knees grow weak from the sprint and I slow to a jog for a moment.

    It is then that I hear a sound; I come to a halt causing my feet to dig into the dirt. I quickly remember to put my soft cloak's concealing hood over my head. I stand up tall and tilt my head to the left.

    There it is again, it's- its laughter! The laughter is coming back from log Zilla, cautiously I take a step toward the sound. But before I can even set my foot down on the dry, red leaves below, a perky voice interrupts-

    "Well I see you hear my girlies."

    I whip my head around with so much speed, my whole body follows the motion. I quickly set down my foot that was still in the air.

    There, standing on a lower branch a few trees away, was a fey. But this male fey looked... Odd

    "What are you?" I snap harshly, although I'm genuinely curious myself. He has a tall, lean, very pale, frame. Atop his head is a clump of messy ash white hair. He has piercing yellow eyes that seem to look into my soul. But the strangest things about him is that his tail is covered in fur from tip to base, he has no claws, and he is wearing human clothing.

    "What ever could you mean, dearest?" Oh, and he has a thick English accent.

    "You- Your... Your a pet!" I exclaim in horror.

    I open my mouth to curse him and his kind for being allowed to make fools of our species, but a pain filled, agonizing scream fills the air.

    I know before I even turn my head of fiery hair that it was Zair's scream. Another scream fills my ears, and another, and another. I find myself abandoning the pet fey and rushing toward the screams on the dry, crinkly earth. But before I even make it five feet, I shake my head and think, what am I doing? I don't even know this fey! But even as I think this, his tortured screams are running through my ears.

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