Post by Pebble on Aug 14, 2016 22:10:36 GMT
They punched him. Every single blow caused Fawnpelt to scream from her chains. Every blow Sam took, her beast loomed closer. Finally it was just a matter of seconds. Her teeth grew longer and longer and she slipped out of the chains. A bright light and she was a dog. A familiar weight was on her back. Wings. Her wings. She charged, attacking them with ease, dodging their attacks by flying above them every once in a while.
Then darkness. Her back ached and she looked. Her wings had been torn off! A familiar scent and she slowly looked in front of her. A pile of bodies. It was topped by Castiel and Sam. Yet, she didn't scream or cry. She had no control.
It was at this moment that she realized her mouth tasted faintly of blood. She had killed them. Her mind wandered to memories of killing them.
Just like that a doggie yelp and Fawnpelt rolled out of the bed unintentionally. The beligian shepherd bounced up, looking around the hotel with raised hackles and tense muscles. Nothing. Good. It was just her and the group. She wasn't a monster, nobody was kidnapped. Everybody was alive. She huffed a sigh and shook, fur settling down as she decided to walk over to the door. She flopped down in front of it, feeling the cool night air brush her pelt. Oh how she missed that air. She missed home. She missed Castiel.
The angel was hardly around now. Her bonded side seem to ignore her attempts at any conversation. It worried her, but not too much. It was Castiel for StarClan's sake.
Then darkness. Her back ached and she looked. Her wings had been torn off! A familiar scent and she slowly looked in front of her. A pile of bodies. It was topped by Castiel and Sam. Yet, she didn't scream or cry. She had no control.
It was at this moment that she realized her mouth tasted faintly of blood. She had killed them. Her mind wandered to memories of killing them.
Just like that a doggie yelp and Fawnpelt rolled out of the bed unintentionally. The beligian shepherd bounced up, looking around the hotel with raised hackles and tense muscles. Nothing. Good. It was just her and the group. She wasn't a monster, nobody was kidnapped. Everybody was alive. She huffed a sigh and shook, fur settling down as she decided to walk over to the door. She flopped down in front of it, feeling the cool night air brush her pelt. Oh how she missed that air. She missed home. She missed Castiel.
The angel was hardly around now. Her bonded side seem to ignore her attempts at any conversation. It worried her, but not too much. It was Castiel for StarClan's sake.