12/21/2024, 4:12 PM
TW AHEAD; INCLUDING: vague mentions of sexual assault, character death, gore, violence. Suicidal thoughts and actions to a degree; not very explicit, but present.
It's me, it's Gladiator!
The sick bastard had already stolen her life, her scent, and now he tried to convince Zora it was all some awful dream?
Maybe it was a nightmare. They weren't uncommon for her. Zora rumbled again, but confusion did cross her mind beneath the panicked wave of vengeful fear. It was enough hesitation for Dia to push her off, the serpent queen stumbling to the cold floor of the cave with a bitten-off yelp.
He was talking, but she couldn't hear through her heartbeat pounding through her ears. She huffed, scrambling to her paws with her head hung low.
The wolf cried it's me, and Zora was all too aware of who it was - her worst nightmare. She bared her fangs at him, her breaths stuttering through an overworked single lung as she stumbled after him. She couldn't seem to catch up, but she couldn't let him get away. Not with...Not after...
