~VICTIM OF GLUTTONY~

CHAPTER 5: Sugar and Spice

Maxwell watched with curiosity, his darkened eyes piercing through the looking glass. Wren was watching the fire, holding Willow close.
"Looks like my Bishop found my little pawn. I'll be expecting to see the beast soon. Within seven days, the call will be too strong for her to ignore any longer."
He laughed, leaning back in his seat. Now, his game will truly begin...
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The earth pounded beneath Wren's feet as she was in pursuit. Her prey wasn't getting away. Not by her means, that is. A low growl snaked through her lips, as she leapt forward to catch a single rabbit between her teeth. It was struggling, as its heartbeat rang in her ears. She grabbed it by the scruff, her crimson eyes staring into its bleak, beady ones. Her fangs wrapped around it's head, and immense force was applied.

Crack.

And it was over. Wren spat out chunks of pink and white, picking her teeth as the fangs concealed themselves once more. Wren sighed, looking at it remorsefully. She turned tail back to camp, her hands holding that night's meal. Willow waited for her, and smiled.
"That was fast, I should call you speedy instead."
Willow laughed, and Wren only smiled. Willow was actually nice to have around camp, she had been there a couple days now. Wren enjoyed the company, besides Animosity's warnings. Willow looked at the rabbit once more, seeing the skull was crushed. Something was off.
"Say, Wren, how'd ya kill it? I didn't see you take anything blunt.."
These words bounced around her mind, as her frills began to clack in fear.
"I, uh.."
C'mon Songbird, think, think..
"I crushed it with a rock."
Willow looked at the rabbit, then back at her.
"Man, then you over killed it. Poor thing. But we gotta eat somethin, don't we?"
Willow smiled, and Wren laughed. She sighed, relieved she bought it. Or, so she thought. Willow knew. No rock could perfectly snap the spine out of proportion and utterly destroy the skull in one place. And the teeth marks, man! Not even a hound would leave those! Willow studied more, but sighed. She grabbed a makeshift knife, and began to pelt the bludgeoned animal. When Wren went hunting, it was Willow's job to skin what she caught. It was easier on both of them, anyway. But, Willow wanted to know.
What could she possible be hiding?
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That night...

Wren felt her skin crawl. The brisk, cold air against her neck felt like tiny daggers digging into her flesh, as a shadow stepped into camp. Willow was away in the tent, asleep. But that wasn't what she was worried about. The terrorbeak stood before her, it's eyes locked into hers. Wren let loose a low, beastly growl, as the terrorbeak's eyes widened in shock. It sniffed her, growling, and slinking away into the dark. Wren felt anger rush through, as her snarls echoed through the camp. Wren stepped into the dark, her frills clacking with excitement. But, something pulled her back. Willow carried Wren into the light. She saw everything.
"Wren! What on earth do ya think you're doing? You could get killed, what.. What happened to your eyes?"
Wren's eyes widened with shock, and blinked a few times. She huffed, shaking her head.
"I.. Don't know what you're talking about, Willow. Is your sanity low?"
Willow's eyes were filled with fear, as her lips parted.
"Is yours?"
Wren stopped. Her claw was twitching with adrenaline, as Animosity laughed.
Songbird.. You can't keep me hidden forever.. It's time to show..
Wren shook her head, her eyes that faint hazel. She rubbed the back of her head in worry.
"It's a long story, wouldn't want you to get bored."
Willow didn't buy it. Not one bit. Her hand raised to the frills on her neck, smoothing them down. That... Actually felt nice. She began to purr, much like a large, domestic cat. Willow smiled, and they both sat down.
"Now don't think I didn't notice these things. They're like your arm, aren't they? What happened to you?"
Wren sighed, and the story was revealed.. But not through her voice. A deep, commanding voice speckled with her own, a hollow, soft call.
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Now a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice, as the story we knew of sugar and spice, but a rainbow's easy once you get to know it..