Wolf Boy, Levi x reader ♡ (Attack On Werewolves)

11. Stella's escape

Not being able to communicate or get a message across to people was one of the really annoying thing about being a horse. I could whinny, stamp, bray and screech as much as I wanted but no one would understand. It was all well for me though, I was generally quite a good horse, never kicking or getting impatient and that was probably due to the fact that my master was a very good and patient person, therefore I had been raised properly, just the way I had hoped to be treated. I still didn't like the fact that he had left me to spend most of my remaining life here. The stables were sometimes noisy and unhygeinic, as there were people clearing out there and they sometimes didn't do the job properly, leaving us to tread and live among our own muck. Some of the horses were moody and often caused a scene, some just liked to stand around like a bored, obedient pet and most of us whispered rumours from time to time about those of us horses who never came back from attacks and expeditions outside the wall, my sister Ylira one of those included, crushed by a seven meter titan. Even we were starting to fear them.

Today, however I was becoming slowly agitated, trying not to show it around any of the other horses or people who stood around babbling their language and mucking out the stables. Personally I wouldn't say people are good at reading the emotions of a horse but the other horses sensed there was something up with me. Fillipos, my jet black, sallow faced, muscly stallion friend poked his head through and nudged me, his affection quickly turning into concern. I didn't exactly know everything about it but I sensed that something was going on with my master. Something wasn't right with him and he was in pain. I pawed the ground with my hoof in distress. Fillipos could see my intention to make a break for it and run out of the stables. He huffed and nudged me, clearly not liking the idea. I wasn't going to waste time trying to reason with Fillipos, so I just gave him a look, indicating I was going to help master whether he liked it or not. I busted through my compartment and the door that had kept me from freedom was reduced to splinters. Before I could let anyone react, I was out, leaping past the screaming individuals and out of the stables.

I cried out in panic, not knowing where to go, where he could be. I heard the trot of hooves behind me, an angry whinny and Fillipos was charging forward at my side. My master is in danger, I whinnied, hoping that would change his mind. He wasn't one to be persuaded quickly. You would do the same for yours if you had one. He slowed his pace down so he was level with me. How do you even know he's in peril? Are you specially bonded or something?
I can just feel it in my bones ok, I hissed. It's that kind of master and horse thing you wouldn't understand. They were probably out to restrain us and bring us back by now. Stella wait. We're gonna need some help. Two horses busting through the Survey corps headquarters is going to look weird as hell to these people. We need to be smart about this. Do you know someone who knows your master who can help? Someone who knows him best. I knew just the person but I didn't know how i'd get her to understand the situation. Did humans understand non verbal animal communication? I had no idea.

I do but how do we get her to help? This is impossible. You and I are just horses, what good could we do for crying out loud? Fillipos looked at me seriously. We'll think of something. In the meantime, I hope this isn't just a game for you to get to freedom, Stella. I glared at him. Ofcourse not, I huffed.

That's when I heard the scream, followed by the smash. It was coming somewhere from one of the top Windows of the huge, castle like headquarters. Adrenaline and fear suddenly pulsed through me and I sprinted out towards it. Please, don't let him be dead, I thought because I was somehow very sure my master was the one that had taken a fall out the window. Why the hell would he fall out a window? I didn't understand. I was praying I wouldn't see him broken and bleeding out on the floor. Please, no no no no no. Come on, I need someone to feed me in the morning, afternoon and evening, stroke my neck, braid my mane. There's no one out there like you master Levi. Yeah, I guess horses get emotional too.