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Normally, she was never supposed to be here... In that small moldy box. She should have been free in the frozen tundra, in her home. feeling the freezing air on her snout. But instead those f****** flesh bags invaded her safe haven. They slaughtered her kin, her family, my people all of them! Before her very eyes. Except they spared her and took her away. All that bloodshed for our magic cores and their wails of sorrow of... of anguish still continue the echo in her ears. This isn't life this is torture. From that day she swore on her god Tsalice that she would kill and slaughter as much of those cowards as she possibly could!
She hung her head down maybe out of anger or spite, she didn't even know herself tough. Her eyes were soullessly fixed onto the rotting wooden floor of the cramp depressing box. Soon... Soon she would find a way to get out of this rot scented box. Rot... She thought It smelled rotten. A grimace stretched across her face as she hooked one of her freezing claws into the supposedly hard wood rather easily. She stared at it for a few seconds before looking up at one of the walls.
"You're going down.", She muttered.
'CRACK'. The wood easily gave in the moment she rammed her head into the wall. It stung but her head went straight through. She was barely trough the rotting wood before immediately catching a glimpse of a flesh bags. "Food, you're going to be my food!", She spat out with absolute hatred and disgust. In the corner of eye she caught sight of something with a silvery gleam. It took a moment to process before the realization of what it was hit her. She ducked her head just in time as a silver sword cleaved past the spot where her head was located.
She took a moment to catch her breath although it was just a brief one. But there it was again that dangerous silvery glint, She threw herself to the side barely dodging in time. Before the flesh bag could wind up his sword again to strike she flung herself at his hand. Her freezing teeth burrowing into the flesh bag's hand. Teeth breeches skin and piercing deep into the vile flesh drawing blood. An earsplitting cry of pain and anger escaped the flesh bag's lips. Ivy could feel the wound freezing over but she couldn't rejoice for long.
A hand grab her by the neck and held her a distance away.
"You're going to sit still in this cage or I will slit your throat"
The flesh bag flicked his hand still holding her neck with an iron grip. It stung so hard like he was taring of her pelt. Ivy snarled at him before rapidly cooling her body beginning to freeze the mans. Another cry of pain but not long after she felt herself falling to the ground and smacking with her back onto it. The wind got nocked out of her lungs she struggled to stand her legs shacking under the effort. But Ivy didn't recover fast enough as the man plunged the blade into her right trough her magic core breaking it. Not a few moments later she felt the cold steel sliding out of her body. But before Ivy magic power completely vanished she shot out a single ice blade cutting the mans hand clean of, painting the ground blood red.
As the mocking sound of the fallen sword echoes around us she instinctively bared her snow white teeth still tainted with a blood crimson hue. Yeah, how do you like that you puss written worm! Ivy's tail wagged behind her clearly enjoying his pain. Then she got a stab of pain her vision going blurry for a second. Her eyes locked onto the blood puddle under her. The flesh bags hand flashes forward trying to grab her. She quickly evaded and lunge at his throat. Ivy's teeth boring trough his windpipe and severing multiple major arteries. Another scream but this time gurgled with blood. He tries to tear her of his neck Big mistake!!! Ivy clamp down even harder at the same time he tries to yank her off, the combined force ripping out his windpipe and completely tearing open his neck. for a brief moment he just stairs in disbelief.
The flesh bag tries to scream but he can't his vocal cords are ripped out the gurgling wheezing replacing the silent cries of pain and anguish. He tries to cough desperate to clear his lungs that are filling with his own blood. Grabbing at his neck with his hands while the salty sweat worsens the freezing wound. As his knees finally give in Ivy pounces again ripping open his stomach while he's still alive. Looking down on his intestines she collapsed out of blood loss.
"N... ye... lit... one, i... not t.... .... you ... die."
A while later Ivy opened her eyes. "Why am I not dead yet?", She whispered. Her wound was healed but her magic core was still broken. She pulled herself upright and walked over to the corpse before taking a bite.
"Now that's what I'm talking about fresh meat out of a living creature is just the best! What makes it even better is that it's a flesh bag. What should I eat next? The liver maybe?"
After a while she finished her meal, her white pelt stained blood red. Ivy looked around a bit and spotted in the distance an endless expanse of what appeared to be pines, but without needles? Huh, What the hell are those things? It's still looks like a forest at least. Ivy begin the long walk to the vast forest that stretched on for miles.
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"You're majesty!"
"Yes, Agrul what is it?"
"The transporter has been found this morning dead, and it appears that your pet has escaped, my liege."
"WHAT!!! It's the last remaining of it's kind find it right this instant It's mine and mine alone not even mother nature can have what's mine.. And also prepare for the execution of that child beggar that dared to look at me!!!"
"Yes my lord, right away my lord."
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Characters:
Ivy: Our Mc :-) she is a young white frost fox and the last of her kind and absolutely hates flesh bags.
The prince: The villain, thinks that everything is his and wont stop until he gets it. Considered a beauty in the kingdom.
Agrul: The kings assistant is rather normal looking.
The transporter: fodder and food for the Mc.
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Note of the writer:
It's one of my first time openly sharing a story I wrote I hope you enjoy it!!!
flesh bag = humans