Vixen of Gold Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - Realization

The clicking continued as she felt both her hands become free, the release giving her enough strength to jerk away from the stranger. Turning to face him on all fours, the female attempted to back away even further but was cut short at the length of the new device attached to her neck. Her gaze followed the metal links to the base of the males waist as she watched him with cold eyes as he stood up before her, a slight new fear began to build in her as she realized his size.

Standing at full height he seemed about six feet and four inches, his sturdy frame was suddenly very prominent as he loomed over her, a shadow from the fireplace was cast over her nude body. The girl was slightly frightened as she grabbed at the plaid blanket beside her and wrapped it around her lithe body, the only form of protection in which she could confide in. She looked up at him with big eyes wondering what his next move was, but she couldn't help but take note of the quick smirk that formed across his faded coral colored lips.

She figured he could be sensing her stress and it seemed he took amusement from it, which became very evident as soon as he tugged upon her chain, playfully, she could tell from his expression. However, she did not find this situation at all funny as she harshly grabbed hold of the chain and pulled right back with much more noticeable strength than he had begun with. Snickering she watched as he stumbled forward in surprise at her power.

"Noya virke." She spat towards him with her nose wrinkled in annoyance.

"Fuck you?" He questioned with a deep laugh, his voice rich as he raised an eyebrow to the feisty female crouched below him. "You're getting ahead of yourself little kirita."

Kitten? He understood me?

He held out a hand to her, but she was too perplexed to make a move. A moment passed before the male shrugged and quickly reached his hands down to pick up the blanketed girl off the floor, grasping her under her arms before tossing her over his left shoulder. The female yelped and squirmed at the sudden physical embrace and he took this moment of indifference to give the girl a smack across her bare bottom, leaving a large red hand print and getting her to stop moving in rebellion. She growled and reached her hands down to take hold of his jeans and yank up sharply, causing him to gasp and stumble forwards before catching his breath.

No later than a second his hand was back up to spank at her exposed ass, causing her to shriek out in pain as tears welled in her eyes. She retreated her hands away from the trim of his trousers and soon his hand stopped giving her grief as well. Huffing and whimpering the girl complained to his left ear in defiance at this harsh punishment. She couldn't help but widen her eyes as she felt his hand come in contact with her butt once again, but this time it was a soft rubbing and she couldn't complain.

Wrapping her up in the plaid blanket he held her tightly against his black shirt. She could feel the muscle along his chest and across the top of his back as the girl put her arms around his neck for support. Gazing to the large ram ears that adorned his head she swallowed sharply unable to control the fear of not knowing. Not understanding. This situation she was in felt very new; doubts, distress, and dread all circled through her thoughts and emotions but we're all masked by curiosity and will to survive. Large hands held tight to her waist and rear as he began to walk out of the homely living space, the smell of smoke beginning to fade into the rest of the house.

She couldn't help but to think this as all very strange, but she wasn't about to protest agains the male who seemed to be helping her.

He carried her through what seemed like a large wooden estate. The ceilings were high and the rooms were little as they made there way down a long hallway. The female's gaze took note of the simple designs in the dimly lit home. Peeking inside the rooms that had their doors open and wondering why some of them were closed off. The male continued up a flight of stairs before turning in through a doorway full of bright white light. He set her down onto the stone floor as she gazed around the comfortably sized bathroom.

There was a large pearl colored porcelain tub against the wall with grated holes in the tiled canopy above. To the right of the tub was a toilet that her friend quickly made himself comfortable in front of as he dropped his pants. In shock, she quickly looked away and came face to face with a mirror that went floor to ceiling on the wall. She gasped out loud.

.............

What she saw was new and familiar at the same time. This is me? Golden hair as bright as a risen sunset upon a field of wheat waterfalled down her nude body in unbrushed, bouncy waves that stopped just above her thin waist. The female's golden eyes glinted in the bright white light of the bathroom, their honeyed luminous matching in sync with the bountiful strands on her head. Her eyes scanned the peach-tinted skin of her reflection.

There were scars all across her frail body; branding symbols and gashes, these white lines of imprinting decorated her lean frame. She was shocked at what she saw. Reaching a hand up to the middle of her chest she followed the motion in the mirror before resting her palm at her sternum. Her delicate fingers lightly touched at the protruding black diamond that was embedded in her chest. A gem that must have been forced into her skin for a reason she didn't know. The feeling of it didn't cause her pain or discomfort, but the sight was most peculiar to look at. However, nothing was more gasp-worthy than her vulpine extremities.

The girl's hand was more shaky now as she made a grasp up to touch the slender fox ears upon her head. They lightly flicked against the touch and she began to breath deeply in confusion. She was amazed with herself and what she was, fear also starting to sway in her thought. I.. I don't understa-. She cut herself off looking down at the voluminous tail that began to flick behind her with her rapid thinking. A giggly laugh erupted from her as she stroked at the matching extremity, overwhelmed and trying to process all this unknown information.

Feeling faint she began to stumble backwards but suddenly she felt a brick wall behind her, quickly turning she noticed it was her male friend. He looked down at her with concern, understanding perhaps she had not known what she looked like. The golden fox girl swallowed hard and took a step back, her mind fuzzy with what to do with herself.

"I am Drakari Tygeran." his voice had brought her back to reality and her tail ceased twitching behind her in thought. "You may address me as Lord Drakari or just Lord." He cleared his throat, his voice becoming slightly louder. "I am of the Royals of Stadalania. Our people have natural energy within our horns that can be converted to magic using The Tentiga. The Tentiga is our book of spells, which gives us the gift to use Tenti Skills."

Her sunshine filled gaze was unblinking as she stared at him, collecting the information he just stated. Fox ears began to turn back with a sudden feel of nervousness with the importance he was telling her. There was a pause were they both stood still, giving her a moment to cross her arms over her exposed breasts as she stood defensively.

Drakari then continued with a raise of his left eyebrow. "You must not remember who you are. When I found you; your body was laid unconscious in the snow. It is unfortunate that you only speak your native language because I am not that fluent yet, but if Feitin is all you speak then we will make it work, kirita."

"Do not call me that." She snapped, "My annoyance is reaching it's peak."

The shocked look on his face was so surprising it was almost scary. Suddenly she was also stunned and backed up slightly starting to feel a sharp pain course through her body, the feeling was terrifyingly familiar as she clutched hard to her frail body in fear as she began to groan aloud. The female's skin paled with an evil sickness or disease that quickly coursed through her. Her captor acted quick as he grabbed her wrists and put them above her head with one of his large hands.

Drakari's face was very serious as he raised his opposite hand, a thick black cloud swirled around his fingers as he mumbled unidentified words under his breath. He swiftly pressed his palm into her chest and she screamed in agony. His hand felt like it was burning her flesh and suddenly she realized he actually was. Drakari's palm laid over the black crystal and within seconds ebony lines emerged from the gem, spreading like spilled ink across paper. The thick lines traveled down and under her breasts and just above her waist, a most intricate design almost like the wrought iron of gates.

She trashed around in his grasp, shrieking for her life as he pressed his hand harder against her skin, she watched as his veins pulsed against his forearms. Tears streamed from her face, however they weren't the usual clear; they were a deep maroon of blood, dripping down her face and onto her collarbones. The piece of diamond at her center oozing the same pigment.

Then like a strike of lighting the pain was gone and as he released his hold on her she started to descend towards the floor. She watched as Drakari followed her, catching her just before her vision blackened just as before.

*Author's Note

Ahh, now we have two physically defined characters, soon lots of explaining begins. This is sort of a slow burn story, I'm trying to delve fairly deep with chapters. Hope you guys follow along and enjoy!

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