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Old Prey - Chapter Six: Raven
Beau
“Get in the bath.”
He closes the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom. The tub is filled with warm water, and he left new clothes on the toilet. Despite his mood, he added bubbles as if I was a cub. Maybe Soleda liked bubbles.
I put a paw in the water, feeling it dampen my fur and warm my freezing paw. Baths always calmed me down. The feeling of the water on my skin, my body warming up… it was just so relaxing. But it’s hard to relax when you’re in the same house with a lion that’s furious with you.
I undress and step into the bath, wincing at my frostnip. My pads have reddened and are painful when applied pressure. It hasn’t worsened to frostbite but is hell to deal with.
I stare at the ceiling, going deeper into the water. I failed. My one chance to free myself is gone. I don’t know what he will do to me, I fear he’ll hurt me.
The longer I stay here, the more my chance of freedom decreases. Leo will never change his mind about me. He wants to shape me ‘back’ into his beloved, molding me into a completely different identity. Making me forget who I am, who I was.
I can’t sit here and let that happen.
I jump out of the water, quickly drying and dressing myself. I open the door, getting out when seeing he isn’t there. I hurry to the window opening it and feeling the cruel cold. I don’t care if my frostbite turns permanent this time, I just need to get out here.
The sound of an aggravated growl fills my ears. The next thing I knew I was being roughly grabbed by my shoulders and turned around, faced with Leo’s seething expression, teeth bared.
He’s furious.
“You’re trying to escape again,” I try to run off, but he has a tightening hold on my wrist. “You could’ve froze to death, or suffocated yourself in that snow!”
“I’ve been so lonely without you, it’s been so hard living my life like this. You make me feel complete,” he lets out a shaky breath. “Yet this horrible thing has happened to you, making you forget all of your memories, every memory of us.”
“No, that isn’t—”
“Your father isn’t a rhino. You aren’t friends with a wolf. You don’t even go to Claws Academy. You went to Deer Valley,” his voice cracks. “I don’t know why this happened. Why did you leave me? Was I too clingy? Did you not like lions? Did you lose interest in me? Did you ever have interest in me?”
I’m the one being held by a violent, mentally unstable lion. But he is the one with tears wetting the fur on his face. He won’t break eye contact with me, looking deeply.
“I-I don’t know,” I try to reason. “I’m not her. I’m Beau Barrese, and I was never in a relationship with you. We’re nine years apart, it can’t be possible that we were in high school together…”
“We’re only two years apart…”
“No.”
“You’re Soleda Anstead, you could’ve been Soleda Santifelon…”
“No.”
“But you look so identical to her, you have to be her!”
“No! I am Beau Barrese, I never loved you nor knew you!”
He grabs my shoulders, his claws almost digging into my flesh as they protrude.
“I kidnapped a young, defenseless beast… my life is over, I’ll be seen as a pedophile. Oh, God.”
“It-It’ll be okay,” I lie, trying to calm him down. “I’m sure you won’t be accused of—”
“I need to get rid of you, I need to get rid of you. Every trace of you.”
My body freezes. My mind went into a complete state of panic, but I couldn’t move. All I see are his pupils constricting, his fangs baring and salivating. All he has to do is devour me, clean the blood, and bury my bones. Then I’ll just be another unsolved missing beast case. My father would never stop blaming himself.
He just looks at me with those wide, predatory eyes. Hesitating. Not lunging and biting my throat, killing me. He doesn’t want to do this. He thinks this is the only thing he can do to reverse his dreadful mistake, by committing a horrific act.
I spent every day of my life worrying about a fate like this. Always being told that it’s rare for someone to devour a bear and that all of my anxieties will leave me once I grow big. But they were wrong. I was right. I was right the whole time.
I don’t want to be right. I don’t want to die like this, I need to escape my fate. With everything that’s happened to me, I realize that my father’s words weren’t just worried ramblings.
“I pray this will never happen,” he began. “But to stop a sick beast from devouring you, you must calm them down. Look within. The largest beast always has the softest place inside their heart.”
I dread that I have to do this…
“I remember when we used to share tongues!”
He stops, his face going blank.
“Isn’t that what cats do with their loved ones..?”
“You… You were the only one who appreciated my felidae body. Not like my father who only liked my fangs, claws, and deep voice.”
I try to have the softest voice I can muster, to act like Soleda. “You’re deeply soft and sensitive, you only need love.”
“Oh… Oh, yes! I’m just a small kitten, like you used to call me…”
I want to rip my fur off. I have to act like this so I’m not eaten alive? God.
He lets go of my shoulders, handling my wrist like glass as he guides me to his bedroom. His room has clothes and other random objects scattered across the floor and bed. It looks nothing compared to the nicely cleaned room that I was kept in. It was like he made it just for me. How long has he been planning to keep me like this?
“I’m so glad you finally came to your senses, Soleda. We can finally be together again. You’ll be a Santifelon!”
I give him a smile, internally screaming.
He brings me into bed, bringing the covers over us. He brings his arms around my body, holding me so very tight, not any possible chance of letting go. He begins to lick my forehead. It isn’t as disgusting as I thought—it makes me feel like a cub again. It makes me feel as defenseless as a cub. Trapped in a house with someone who would kill you if you tried to leave.
The gentle lap of his tongue makes my eyes droop. I allow them to close, hoping to wake up to this all being a dream. But it’s something I can only fantasize about.
I am his, and I can’t do anything about it.
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Ciel is a traumatized little boy who went through horrific abuse. He is not in love with the butler who acts as his guardian now that his parents are dead.
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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.
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Old Prey - Chapter Five: Hope
Beau
The sound of Leo’s deep snoring wakes me from my drowsiness. The wind roared outside, shaking the house each time it passed. The snow kept building up, meaning the night was dreadfully cold.
That won’t stop me from trying.
I look through the wardrobe, it contains nothing that can protect me from what awaits me outside. I don’t know where I am exactly or I don’t how far I am from a police station. But I have to try. Even if it means walking in a snowstorm barefoot.
I push the door open with the smallest ounce of strength, trying not to make a sound. The window is across the hall, just steps away from getting my freedom back.
I take a step, attempting to make my forepaw as light as a mouse’s. No sound. Step after step, I watch my forepaws closely, making sure each step is silent. No creaking floorboards or objects kicked to the ground. No obstacles.
Until I get to his room.
A small nightlight dimly lights the dark room. He lays curled on the large bed, clinging to the covers. His loud snoring is as deep as a growl. He seems completely harmless, needing a nightlight to sleep alone.
His position makes him completely distracted from what I’m doing. By the way he’s purring, he’s probably dreaming about Soleda in his arms. Clueless to the fact I’m so close to freeing myself from him. I do have a chance. I do feel hope.
I could close the door. Then all the sounds I’m making could become even more silenced. But these doors are old, they creak every millimeter they’re pushed. I can imagine waking him up—thinking that I had a nightmare or something like that—bringing me back to the room. Or worse, making me sleep in his bed with him. I should leave it.
I clamp my paws over my snout as I slowly pass his room. My heart nearly stops every time he twitches. But he stays in his slumber. Finally, I’m at the end of the hall.
Fog engulfed the whole window. Wind hitting it with such force. It’s freezing cold to the touch.
I know what I’m facing, yet I don’t know how terrible it’s going to feel. I am not physically prepared the face the devastating weather. But I need to do this. I can do this. I can get my life back.
I struggle to open the window. I get hit by the rough, cold air, almost knocking me down. It pierces my ears, and it might pierce his too.
I jump out of the window, falling into the snow. My body shivered in the cruel cold as I looked up, trying to see anything in the storm. Anything. But the falling snow is blinding me.
I walked through the snow, using all my energy with every step. The snow burned my lungs with every breath I took. I don’t know where I’m heading. I can’t see anything. But there has to be something here. A beast that could help me. It has to be somewhere.
My feetpaws feel like thousands of pins and needles are stabbing it. A warm sensation coursing through me, as if I’m being lit on fire. I can’t do this. I’m going to freeze to death. What am I going to do?
I squint my eyes, seeing something. It’s faint. Small. Yet fills me with hope. A light. Its something. It could be someone. Someone to save me. Someone to free me from this nightmare.
“I’m over here!” I yell, rapidly waving my arms in the air. “I need help!”
Crunch.
The sound of deep breathing looms over me. A shiver goes down my spine as I slowly turn behind me.
He found me.
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When a writing meme you made gets more recognition than something you actually wrote.
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[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (image description by @lemondoddle )
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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
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Old Prey - Chapter Four: Insanity
Beau
“Get away from me!”
I don’t take my eyes off of him, glaring. I won’t hesitate to bite this bastard for what he revealed he’d do.
“Soleda, please! I need to do whatever I can to protect you! How can I do that if some other male-”
“I’m not letting you hurt him!”
“I wasn’t going to; a warning might work. If that doesn’t work, then—”
My body takes control of my mind. The next thing I know I’m sprinting out of the room, the door to freedom only a few feet away. His frantic yelling and footsteps make the fur on my neck rise.
I need to get out of here. I need to get out of —
The door is littered with locks.
“I did this to shield you from the horrors of the outside world,” I hear him behind me. “I lost you once, I’m not losing you again.”
“Open the door.”
“Soleda…”
“Open it!”
“No.”
I frantically fiddle with locks. Pulling them with all the strength I had. I am not a full-sized bear, but there’s a twinge of irrational hope that I’ll break the locks.
“Soleda, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself,” he grabs my wrists, but I immediately snatch them away from his hold.
“Get away!” I step away, my heart feeling like it’ll jump out from my chest.
“Soleda…”
“I said get away!”
I close my eyes and senselessly throw my arm at him. A sound of pain. Then silence. I open my eyes, seeing a small splatter of blood on my paw.
I scratched him.
I provoked a giant, delusional lion.
My body shakes like a leaf in the wind. I lock my eyes on the ground. He hasn’t yelled or grabbed me. Yet the silence and his swift breathing make it feel like I’m running out of air.
He lets a frustrated sigh, standing up. He towers over me.
“I’m going to give a moment to yourself.”
I watch as he walks into his room, his head low. The feeling of fear leaves my body, and guilt returns. He doesn’t look like he’s trying to hurt me. He’s trying to calm me down. Be helpful.
I’m not going to believe that facade.
I ran to the room he kept me, going under the bed in a spot where he couldn’t reach. I hope I’m right.
I am angry at him. For what he said he’d do, for his lies, for his sick mindset. Does he see me as property? Is this how carnivores see small beasts? Possession?
My father was right.
I was never paranoid.
That’s how carnivores see herbivores. Food. A toy. Even if they aren’t herbivores. Anything weaker than them is just something to step on. Me. That’s how they see me. That’s how they all are.
Well… one dorky wolf might not count.
***
“Soleda?”
His soft call bolts me awake, the delectable smell of his cooking filling my nostrils. The door faintly opens, and he stands there.
“Under the bed? You aren’t a cub,” he chuckled, peeking under the bed. My ears automatically flatten.
“I know you’re hungry. Some food will make you feel better, hm? See this as an apology.”
I hold in a scoff. That’ll solve everything. Some toast will really bring up my mood about him kidnapping me. Unfortunately for him, I value my dignity over hunger.
My body doesn’t seem to agree. I need to eat any chance I get. Besides, I lost my dignity ever since I was born into this miniature body.
I crawl out and onto the bed, taking a bite. He’s still there, just watching me.
“Go away,” I glare up at him, trying not to tread my eyes at the small band-aid he placed on the scar I caused.
“I insist. I don’t want you to be alone.”
“I don’t want to be in the same room with someone who wants to hurt someone I care about!” I spat, tears welling up in my eyes. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to Duko.
“Like I said, I don’t want to hurt him, but I need to protect you.”
“I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t want to be with you. I am not Soleda!”
I don’t like being mean. I don’t like saying mean things. To anyone. Yet all this built-up anger just came out here. It makes me forget where I am. How much my words affected them.
And what the person I’m hurting is capable of.
He looks at me wide-eyed, like fear but filled with sadness.
“I was with you for three years. Three short wonderful years. Then you just left with barely any explanation. Why did this happen? What happened to you? What did this?”
“Mr. Santifelon, I’m not—”
“Why did this happen to you?!”
I flinched, my mind screaming to move away. But I can’t. My body freezes. He is unstable. I have no way of calming him down. Give up and lie that I’m his beloved? Then he’d never let go of me.
Yet I remember.
“When your life is on the line, you have nothing to lose,” my father told me. “Submit. Do whatever they want. Act like an angel until you escape the nightmare.”
Arguing with him is not going to get me anywhere. I’m only going to get myself killed rather than convince him to set me free.
Besides, fear is beginning to take hold of me.
“I-I’m sorry,” I manage to squeak out, trying to sound genuinely apologetic. “I didn’t mean…”
“Oh, shh,” his gentle demeanor returns. “You need to regain your memories. I will stay with you to help.”
I don’t respond. I don’t have any ‘memories’ to regain. I don’t have any with him. The more I’m with him, the more scared and hopeless I get.
“Unfortunately, I must go. I need to research.”
Thank God.
“The door will be locked.”
What?
“No! Why?! Don’t you need to… uh… regain my memories? How is keeping me locked in a room going to help?!”
“I have to make sure you don’t leave,” he says calmly.
“I won’t, I promise! Please.”
Ever since I was a cub, I would stay in my room for hours, entertaining myself with my toys and imagination. But once I know that I can’t leave the room, the walls seem to close in to crush me.
The feeling never left, and I’ve done everything I can to escape it. it’s one of my thousands of fears that came back to haunt me.
He looks into my eyes and then lets out a sigh. “Fine. But if you leave this room I’ll change my mind.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much!”
He looks at me with confusion, then with deep pity.
“Heavens… whoever brainwashed you made you as courageous as a mouse.”
***
Claws dig deep into my neck, holding me in place. I can’t scream for help or cry out in pain. I can’t move. I can’t save myself. I can’t escape.
Rows of sharp teeth cloud my vision. I anticipate when they close. For me to be devoured alive. Consumed by a sick beast. This fate was always to come ever since I was born. But I never thought so soon.
Knock, knock.
I bolt awake, my body covered in sweat. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. My breathing is rapid. It felt so real. Was it real?
“Soleda?~” I hear his gentle call, the soft creaking of the door sends shivers down my spine.
I drape the sheets over my whole body, I hold my breath and close my eyes. My dream has to mean something. They don’t always do, but it has come true several times. I’m not taking a chance.
“I know you’re under the sheets,” he coos, a soft whimper escaping from me when I hear him walk close. “Please come out.”
I don’t respond, keeping my eyes shut. I pray that everything that happened isn’t real. He never got obsessed with me and kidnapped me. I never even talked to him. I’m still sleeping through a horrifying nightmare on Friday night.
I pray that I convince myself of this lie.
He removes the sheets, revealing my shivering body. I stare at him with wide eyes. He sets down the food he’s brought in front of me. It was carrot stew with a mango on the side.
My guard goes slightly down at the sight of food. I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but it has made my hunger rise.
“I’m sorry for being so hard on you,” I eat a spoonful of the stew, not looking or acknowledging him. “I just want you safe.”
I don’t respond and focus on eating. He ruined my life. He doesn’t deserve to be acknowledged.
“You should be getting ready for bed now, it’s almost ten.”
Ten? The lack of windows in this room has made the time go slow. I don’t know if he put me in here for that exact reason.
“There are clothes in the wardrobe. Good night, my beloved.”
Then he’s gone. Leaving me alone with dinner and clothes. Just like that. He’ll be going to sleep.
I have a chance to set myself free.
I can’t sit here helpless. I can’t stay here forever. I would never go to college, and never see my father or Duko again. I’ll grow big in here; it’ll give me a chance to defend myself but that’ll be years from now.
I won’t grow big outside, being able to finally explore the big scary world. I’ll finally feel safe. I’ll finally lose my anxiety. I’ll be free.
I need to escape tonight.
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I yearn for a tall tall yan, lurking above me at all times <3
୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧ ୨୧
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The 3 important B’s
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Whumpee lives in a world where cruel beasts have taken everything they loved, devoting their life to kill every last one of the species.
One night they get caught in a snowstorm, on the brink of suffocating under the snow. They wake up in a warm, soothing cabin in bed, all of their wounds patched up. The one that saved them is one of the beasts whumpee swore to kill.
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When I've FINALLY finish outlining my plot & my Writing Brain comes up with one more fucking idea.
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Lizzy and Sebastian fight in Sphere music hall ( Real not a clickbait )
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Someone please reblog I’m suffering
Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs
#babbles#i have so many things i want to finish and i dont have the time/energy/attention span to do so#so perhaps a post like this will motivate me#and motivate others as well#i wish you all well
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Anthropomorphic worlds are just so fascinating. Each individual has a unique ability and conflict that they have. Some lion can accidentally rip off a gazelle’s arm just by playing. Or cows in abusive work environments. So many possibilities squee
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