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Her ears had brushed Ronon’s belly as he stood over her. A smile would have found its way to her human features. He was protecting her from something she couldn’t smell in the darkness. This showed the female exactly how much caring he had for her. It was a happy thought and a warm place in her belly as he growled at the night. The grass beneath her was soft and she let the tension off of her legs and let her belly hit the ground. But as soon as she had made contact with it, it was grating a crossed her belly. It was a sharp pain in her side that first alarmed her; but, it took her several valuable seconds to react. She let out a blood curdling scream that would have parted from human lips without misunderstanding. But instead, it was forced out of her white snout as she twisted in her predator’s paw. The cry echoed in the meadow was unrecognizable. His claws had dug into her white coat and the tiniest pricks of blood were being held back by his razor sharp claws. Then she was in his mouth and she could feel his wet tongue rolling against her white fur. Her screams were involuntary as she was being carried, by her throat, away from Ronon. She lost sight of her protector amongst the scramble. She stretched her feet to try to make contact with the ground but he was too tall for her to give any resistance. She continued, instinctually, to thrust and wiggle but it hurt. She was afraid that he’d clamp down harder to end the struggle so she was held immobile by fear. It was all happening too fast. She was disappearing from Ronon and had no idea where she was. The steel of a train car shoved her legs back at an awkward angle as the jag slide around a wheel but forgot to a lot for her extra width. She cried out again. She needed Ronon or she’d be someone’s meal. The thought never occurred to her that Drake wasn’t anything except pure animal. An escaped circus cat, perhaps? And in her panic she couldn’t shift back despite her now rushed attempts. please Hercates! Please…I pray to you for strength.. in her panic, it was the only deity she could remember that might have the patience to look into her cause. Freya…Thor…please |