Wanderlust Beastkin, Beauty and the Beastkin

Elara’s Perspective

I rushed towards house number ten while holding the fire mana stone in my hand. No one was around except for the occasional servant going about their business but there wasn’t any reason for them to stop me. There were guards at the entrances and exits to the snatching grounds and no alarm had been sounded so there wasn’t any reason for them to be on high alert. They had no reason to think that any of the females who had been captured would have any way to escape and it’s true that I wouldn’t have been able to without Beck’s help in securing supplies for me, I would have still been in that nearly see-through red dress with a jackal chasing me up a tree. Then I paused, still as a statue while I remembered the jackal. How could I have forgotten about him? With everything that I had been going through, yes I was distracted but the jackal beastkin have an excellent sense of smell and he didn’t seem like someone who would give up after not being able to seen his chosen quarry, he wouldn’t do the sensible thing like change targets for something that was readily available, no, he would hunt me down even though I had shown no interest towards him. Even though I had shown him disdain, he would hunt me down to claim me for himself of that I was certain.

I looked around and quickly made my way into the front door of house number ten. Right away I smelled the scent of blood and I saw little splatters of it on the floor right inside the doorway and streaked handprints as if someone had been dragged backward. I stared and blinked, my whole attention focusing on that singular point as my mind sluggishly registered what I was seeing.

"No...I must be misunderstanding something. No. How could he be so cruel? I need to get Skye away from him no matter what," I said in a whisper, like a vow, without any intention to speak.

I found myself following the trail of blood past the entrance and through the living space until it led up to a closed brown door. I pressed my ear against the door and was met with a deafening silence. Then I heard the thumping sound of my own heart. I took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open part of the way and peeked in. What I saw made my eyes widen, blood splatters all around the floor, furniture turned over and broken, and a small unconscious figure with shoulder-length golden hair made from sparkling gold. Sticking out from the golden hair, were two floppy dog ears and he had a cute golden tail. He was small, smaller than a wolf male, slightly smaller than me but it was obvious that he was a dog type of some kind. He had a delicate bone structure; he looked fragile, even, much more delicate than I was accustomed to seeing. Such a small and delicate looking male and they had left him broken and bleeding, covered in wounds without any treatment, likely left for dead.

I looked around to make sure that he was truly alone and then I walked inside the room, carefully continuing to scan my surroundings while I walked up to the collapsed male. I reached out to check that he was still alive and he let out the smallest of whimpers. I touched his forehead and it was burning with fever. Seems his body is still fighting. How long has he been left here without any help? I let out a sigh, having to use another healing potion but what else could I do? Leave him lying on the floor to die? It wouldn’t take long from this point. The room smelled rotten and the air was stale. The smell of death lingered in the room. Decay choked me.

I reached towards his mouth with the potion and slipped it into his mouth. He swallowed reflexively and after just a few moments and two more potions, the worst of his injuries stopped bleeding and his fever started going down. While I was waiting for him to open his eyes, I quickly walked around the place, looking for anything that could be useful. I didn’t feel bad about stealing anything since he’d already stolen my friend and I was planning on burning the house down anyway. I found quite a bit of colored gems and clear gems in a black pull-string space pouch, which I quickly fastened under my cloak and started throwing in whatever seemed valuable or useful, including some nice-quality fabrics, blankets, and whatever else I could find that wasn’t bolted down. Then I walked back to the little doggy and saw that he’d started to come around.

"Sleepy time is over, time to get up little Sunshine," I said while shaking him.

"Momma?" he mumbled.

"I’m not into that kind of roleplay, but I might be tempted to spank you if you don’t get up already," I said while shaking him again. I can’t believe I said that, the little guy does have a nice butt though. I took another look at his well toned body and his firm butt, feeling a sudden urge to make him mine. Alright, obviously my wolf instincts are kicking in, time to move on.

"We’ve already spent enough time here, we need to get a move on. He wasn’t getting up on my own, so I pulled on his arm and pulled him up. He stood on his feet for a moment, his brown tunic and tight matching shorts left little to the imagination, especially with the little cuts in the cloth here and there. I couldn’t help but check him out, though he was swaying on his feet.

"Whatever, since I’m stealing stuff, I might as well go all out." I hoisted him up and flipped him over my shoulder. He was even lighter than I was expecting. My hand accidentally landed on his butt while I was situating him and I couldn’t help but give it a small squeeze. He sucked in some air a wiggled a bit making it more difficult to hold him.

"Hold still and I’ll get you out of here," I said while giving his butt a light swat.

I could hear a quiet involuntary moan and my eyes widened just as I could feel my face heating up. Luckily he was in no position to see the bright red blush on my face but I could also smell his pheromones flaring and my own body responded to him in a way that I hadn’t been expecting. There was an undeniable strong attraction between us that left me both shocked and relieved while I was chiding myself. Relieved that it seemed that it wasn’t just a fluke with Beck, there were males that I was attracted to, so I wouldn’t be stuck being alone for the rest of my life. But it seems that I was attracted to a type of male that I just hadn’t had contact with previously.

Now that I had my hands on another male that I was attracted to, both literally and figuratively, I would find out more about him and would have to see about pursuing him if he were in a position to be available. For all I knew he was already taken, though, I suspected that to not be the case since his pheromones flared for me and he moaned.

He stilled and I held onto his thighs with one hand and stuffed the red stone in-between my boobs, under my boob strap with the other hand. I just had to be touching the stone, it didn’t necessarily have to be with my hands.

I started walking towards the back door, lighting the place on fire as I went, making sure that objects that could light more easily caught up in flames. Fire shot out of my free hand like a torch and it was exhilarating. Orange flames shooting out of my palm in a steady stream, covering everything that I pointed my palm towards in dancing orange light.

I walked out the back door with the little dog male hoisted over my shoulder, feeling like a Tribal female. It was strangely empowering. I see why the tribal females are so aggressive.

Maybe I really should take a note from Perla and just bite a male? It would definitely take care of the current issue I’m facing. I thought about just leaning over and biting Beck without warning and I was actually able to feel that my face was hotter than my hand after shooting fire out of it.

This wasn’t the time to think about other things, but no one else was around, and I was on a lookout even though I liked the idea of being bolder. I’d always wanted to do my own thing, but I had also been keeping it safe without realizing that that was what I’d been doing. And really, what had that gotten me? I’d allowed the males in my life to tell me what to do and take me away even though it wasn’t what I wanted simply because they told me that it was what was for the best, it obviously hadn’t been and I hadn’t even fought for myself, I hadn’t stood up for myself because we were taught from a young age to listen to the authoritative males in our life. The head male was in charge, and then our older brothers were in charge because it was their duty to protect us, and we had to listen so that they could keep us safe. But I hadn’t been kept safe.

I could feel a shift deep at the core of who I was as a person and my eyes widened as my heart deep loudly in my ears. Yes, from now on I would be the person that I had always longed to be. No more would I simply have a bold tongue, I would make my actions just as bold, I would be the person that I had always longed to be. No more would I allow myself to be pushed into situations and ordered to do things that I know would be detrimental to my safety and happiness. novelbuddy.cσ๓

From now on, I will fight not only for others but also for myself!

Coming Next Time: The Reluctant Concubine and a Merchant