Day 31, Summer, 514 AV
It was just another day for Redd, plain and boring, except today she had taken it upon herself to stay within the room that her master rented at Tarsin’s Boarding House. She was silently going over the letters that he had written out in his journal, trying to better her skills at reading for she did not want to disappoint her master. No, she was dedicated to improving herself for him, even though he was hardly ever around anymore and rarely paid attention to her. Her gaze had lifted to peer at the door and a sigh fell upon her lips, she wished that her master would come back, to tell her that she needed to do something other than learn to read, perhaps follow him to where ever he had to go in order to give him protection from possible threats. However, that had never happened so far and she was beginning to think it never would. She was growing restless, as restless as a wild animal bound and left to pace the cage of which it was restricted to. She could feel the frustration within, bubbling and threatening to spill over as the constant loneliness of the room and the absence of her master reminded her that she was attempting to once again, learn this human concept all by herself.
She could remember when she had to learn how to be a wolf, her survival counted on it so then she could fit into the pack. Hunt how they hunted, sleep as they sleep and she had to learn how to be apart of the pack, to be one with them. It hadn’t been easy, but at least she had the other wolves to guide her. Had being the key word as she lightly bit down upon her bottom lip. She didn’t want to make it bleed because her master didn’t like it when she injured herself. The last time that she had injured herself was when she had accidentally strangled herself with her own collar trying to shift into a wolf, it had left quite the bruise afterwards and she hadn’t tried it again. Well, she hadn’t tried shifting with the collar on. Whenever her master wanted her to shift, he would take the collar off and tell her to. Obey, was the word, she had to obey him and he would look after her, care for her and teach her. It was this line of thought that made her begin to wonder where she was going wrong.
Was she not loyal enough? Did she have to grievously injure herself protecting him? Would she have to die, in order to gain his pleasure? She placed the journal down upon the top of the desk that she was seated at and the young wolf dropped her head so then her forehead rested upon its pages. He had said that they would talk, but they never did. The last time that he had need of her, was when they had enslaved the woman called Yoona and since then, he had been rather distant from her. She was tempted to just curl up underneath the desk, to fall asleep and let her worries drift off in dreams as she chased after deer, her sharp teeth close upon their heels. However, her master seemed to frown upon that, both the sleeping during the day and sleeping underneath the desk. Sleeping underneath the desk, made her feel much more safe and secure, for it gave her a familiar feeling of being inside of a den. Slowly she lifted her head up only to place her elbow upon the desk top and she pressed her chin into her upright palm, her hazel gaze focusing upon the knob of the door. Maybe, maybe her master might walk back through that door and need her to protect him.
She could remember when she had to learn how to be a wolf, her survival counted on it so then she could fit into the pack. Hunt how they hunted, sleep as they sleep and she had to learn how to be apart of the pack, to be one with them. It hadn’t been easy, but at least she had the other wolves to guide her. Had being the key word as she lightly bit down upon her bottom lip. She didn’t want to make it bleed because her master didn’t like it when she injured herself. The last time that she had injured herself was when she had accidentally strangled herself with her own collar trying to shift into a wolf, it had left quite the bruise afterwards and she hadn’t tried it again. Well, she hadn’t tried shifting with the collar on. Whenever her master wanted her to shift, he would take the collar off and tell her to. Obey, was the word, she had to obey him and he would look after her, care for her and teach her. It was this line of thought that made her begin to wonder where she was going wrong.
Was she not loyal enough? Did she have to grievously injure herself protecting him? Would she have to die, in order to gain his pleasure? She placed the journal down upon the top of the desk that she was seated at and the young wolf dropped her head so then her forehead rested upon its pages. He had said that they would talk, but they never did. The last time that he had need of her, was when they had enslaved the woman called Yoona and since then, he had been rather distant from her. She was tempted to just curl up underneath the desk, to fall asleep and let her worries drift off in dreams as she chased after deer, her sharp teeth close upon their heels. However, her master seemed to frown upon that, both the sleeping during the day and sleeping underneath the desk. Sleeping underneath the desk, made her feel much more safe and secure, for it gave her a familiar feeling of being inside of a den. Slowly she lifted her head up only to place her elbow upon the desk top and she pressed her chin into her upright palm, her hazel gaze focusing upon the knob of the door. Maybe, maybe her master might walk back through that door and need her to protect him.
