Lucette dreamed of a voice urging her ever forward, through snow-powdered brush and past dark trees. Longingly and wistfully, the Kelvic mind answered, “I come… I come to you…” For someone who knew what she was, the pathways of obedience in her mind were easy to find. Having known nothing else, she was only too willing to let go, and follow without complaint. After all, it was only natural to listen, and it was better to be taken care of… Gradually the Kelvic awoke to the foul taste of decayed rabbit in her mouth. Her tongue worked frantically to rid itself of the taint. But the distaste was suddenly forgotten - a collar wrapped her neck. A collar wrapped her neck… A collar! Lucette knew its caress without lifting her now human hand to touch it. She knew without seeing it, what it was. Lucette blinked, and blinked once more, and the room came into view. She did not know where she lay, or what had happened that she might again be collared. Fear filled her. Her first thought was that she was in trouble – for she had not listened to Zagary’s call... and now for her willfulness, the Cheetah was denied to her! With a pathetic cry, her fingers clung to the collar. Shaking her head, soft curls of brown danced upon her shoulders and she whispered, “But… no harm was done…” Something though felt strange upon her head and tangled within her hair. Instinctually she tried to reach up to wrench it free – but her hand would not follow through with the action. Trying again, her body trembled from head to toe from the exertion. Lucette didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, and her mind yelled FLEE! FLEE! Though her body still did not respond, no matter how her limbs strained. Skittish, her body twisted in annoyance, sleek in places, yet the telltale blossoming of her stomach was apparent in her nakedness. Pregnancy in the human form was difficult to hide. Yowling miserably, her flashing eyes searched for… someone, or something to blame. The Cheetah within felt cornered. Conflicting urges warred inside; to lash out or slink away from the unknown, though Lucette could do neither. Strangely, at the man’s simple hello, the fight washed pure from her muscles and her mind. His voice left her calmer, more complacent than seemed appropriate in this instance. His voice soothed her, and Lucette's breath slowed. It was the voice from the dream… his voice - was the voice of an Owner, for did he not control her actions more than anyone ever had? He had called her… over great distances... and she had heard, she thought. Lucette’s head lifted to him, slowly alert… as if recognizing the voice of a Bondmate. Hadn't she waited for him? Confusion swirled in her mind. But it couldn't last with the device upon her head, and she was relieved to let it go. Pride filled her instead to wear his collar and his crown, and tears filled her eyes to gaze upon his true beauty, “Please,” Lucette begged, looking up to him from her pallet, “Who are you? Why did you wait so long to call me?” |