Jewel in the Rough
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, so quit asking!
Chapter 25
Davona continued to flit around, not knowing how she kept giving herself away. Her distinct energy was thrumming through the air, giving her precise location to the vixen. Slowly, Amber's hits were becoming less forceful. The fuel adrenaline had provided her with was gone and the only thing keeping her on her feet and fighting was sheer will power.
The vixen staggered from sheer exhaustion, keeping her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the energies emitted by her enemy. There was a faint twang of magic to the power, a magic that was being brutally restrained. Amber stumbled, her eyes flying open to see what she'd tripped over. In that moment, Davona took advantage of her distraction. Even and exhausted vixen is hard to defeat, but now...
A sharp pain exploded on the back of her head as an unwelcome darkness blanketed her mind.
An explosive sigh came from Davona as she slung the unconscious spirit fox over her shoulder. Then a howling wind came, taking them through the tangled darkness to her master's home. Once there, she placed her captive on a bed in the room set aside for her. She held her hands over the unconscious form of Amber.
Chanting came from her; in a long forgotten tongue as she forcefully shifted the vixen to her demon form. She then girt the flowing white dress with a gold ribbon that was clasped together by a smoky quarts. The ribbon 'v'ed down in the center, making it look like a part of her dress. "By this I conjure you bound. Your human form hidden from all eyes; for only by a love that is true will this be freed from you."
Amber woke with a start and her fist forcefully connected with Davona's cheek. She sprang from her bed and ran towards the door. Suddenly, a strong force pulled her back, leaving her gasping for breath. Her hands flew to the cloth about her waist, but a strong jolt sent them back. With a growl, she turned and grabbed the front of the wolf's outfit. "What is this?!"
"You can't remove my spell. No one can, bar a love that is true." With that, Davona vanished into the hallway, laughing. There was no possible way that anyone would love that vixen. She wasn't worth the time of any male according to her.
What she didn't realize, was that her opinion didn't matter to soul mates. He knew she'd been taken, and would try to get her back alone if he had to.
Amber sat on the bed, her hand curled around the pendant she wore. "Kurama, help me." Tears came to her eyes; she'd never felt so helpless. Even when she'd been frightened out of her wits, she'd had the ability to flee. But now that privilege was taken from her.
The door opened once more and she leapt to her feet, golden ears upswept to catch sounds and her tail lashing angrily. The demon that entered was the very one her grandfather had made a fool of so many years before. His scent brought a painful memory to the surface and she snarled.
The vixen continued to back away from him, knowing what he wanted of her. Suddenly, the quartz glowed as if lit from within. She was drawn to him by an unknown force, an ancient magic that couldn't be broken by other magic.
"I never thought you would be quite so beautiful." Arno placed his hand on her cheek, claws lightly scraping her skin. Anger blazed in her eyes. She couldn't get away from him, yet her mind was her own.
"Back off. I want nothing to do with you." she snarled. Her tone was so vibrant that the warning was clear. She recognized his scent, even from ten years ago.
He scowled, yanking her closer to him. "You haven't a choice in the matter. Now come." Arno tightened his grip and led her to the inner sanctum of his home. He tossed her into the garden with a curt: "Stay there." The demon vanished into the darkness, slamming the door shut behind him.
Amber's hand wrapped around the fox pendant. This is very bad. Lately, I've felt Kurama's presence so strongly. But now, it's so weak. Tears gathered in her eyes again, yet she refused to let them fall.
"My lady, what's wrong?" A young spirit fox emerged from the shadows. She couldn't have been any more than twelve. Doe brown eyes were wide in her face and platinum blond hair went down to her shoulders. She wore a cream colored dress and appeared very sad.
"Don't call me that!" Amber knelt on the ground, silent for a while. "My name is Amber. I don't belong here." She sighed. "What's your name?"
"My name?" The younger fox blinked. No one had ever cared to ask that of her before. Yet she remembered it as easily as the nightmares she'd had for the past ten years. "All right. My name is Albinia." Then she appeared confused. "Why do you not belong here, Lady Amber?"
She groaned softly. Old habits die hard. "Just call me Amber. My place is in the world of men. I have responsibilities and family there."
"But here you could have anything you want." Albinia sounded very confused as she said this.
"Not love. Albinia, love is one of the most powerful emotions in the world. It can turn the proverbial lone wolf into a fierce warrior and friend into foe."
"How?" Brown eyes brightened with curiosity. She'd had the standard education slaves here had, but the knowledge that had been forbidden was the very knowledge this golden vixen had.
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, so quit asking!
Chapter 25
Davona continued to flit around, not knowing how she kept giving herself away. Her distinct energy was thrumming through the air, giving her precise location to the vixen. Slowly, Amber's hits were becoming less forceful. The fuel adrenaline had provided her with was gone and the only thing keeping her on her feet and fighting was sheer will power.
The vixen staggered from sheer exhaustion, keeping her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the energies emitted by her enemy. There was a faint twang of magic to the power, a magic that was being brutally restrained. Amber stumbled, her eyes flying open to see what she'd tripped over. In that moment, Davona took advantage of her distraction. Even and exhausted vixen is hard to defeat, but now...
A sharp pain exploded on the back of her head as an unwelcome darkness blanketed her mind.
An explosive sigh came from Davona as she slung the unconscious spirit fox over her shoulder. Then a howling wind came, taking them through the tangled darkness to her master's home. Once there, she placed her captive on a bed in the room set aside for her. She held her hands over the unconscious form of Amber.
Chanting came from her; in a long forgotten tongue as she forcefully shifted the vixen to her demon form. She then girt the flowing white dress with a gold ribbon that was clasped together by a smoky quarts. The ribbon 'v'ed down in the center, making it look like a part of her dress. "By this I conjure you bound. Your human form hidden from all eyes; for only by a love that is true will this be freed from you."
Amber woke with a start and her fist forcefully connected with Davona's cheek. She sprang from her bed and ran towards the door. Suddenly, a strong force pulled her back, leaving her gasping for breath. Her hands flew to the cloth about her waist, but a strong jolt sent them back. With a growl, she turned and grabbed the front of the wolf's outfit. "What is this?!"
"You can't remove my spell. No one can, bar a love that is true." With that, Davona vanished into the hallway, laughing. There was no possible way that anyone would love that vixen. She wasn't worth the time of any male according to her.
What she didn't realize, was that her opinion didn't matter to soul mates. He knew she'd been taken, and would try to get her back alone if he had to.
Amber sat on the bed, her hand curled around the pendant she wore. "Kurama, help me." Tears came to her eyes; she'd never felt so helpless. Even when she'd been frightened out of her wits, she'd had the ability to flee. But now that privilege was taken from her.
The door opened once more and she leapt to her feet, golden ears upswept to catch sounds and her tail lashing angrily. The demon that entered was the very one her grandfather had made a fool of so many years before. His scent brought a painful memory to the surface and she snarled.
The vixen continued to back away from him, knowing what he wanted of her. Suddenly, the quartz glowed as if lit from within. She was drawn to him by an unknown force, an ancient magic that couldn't be broken by other magic.
"I never thought you would be quite so beautiful." Arno placed his hand on her cheek, claws lightly scraping her skin. Anger blazed in her eyes. She couldn't get away from him, yet her mind was her own.
"Back off. I want nothing to do with you." she snarled. Her tone was so vibrant that the warning was clear. She recognized his scent, even from ten years ago.
He scowled, yanking her closer to him. "You haven't a choice in the matter. Now come." Arno tightened his grip and led her to the inner sanctum of his home. He tossed her into the garden with a curt: "Stay there." The demon vanished into the darkness, slamming the door shut behind him.
Amber's hand wrapped around the fox pendant. This is very bad. Lately, I've felt Kurama's presence so strongly. But now, it's so weak. Tears gathered in her eyes again, yet she refused to let them fall.
"My lady, what's wrong?" A young spirit fox emerged from the shadows. She couldn't have been any more than twelve. Doe brown eyes were wide in her face and platinum blond hair went down to her shoulders. She wore a cream colored dress and appeared very sad.
"Don't call me that!" Amber knelt on the ground, silent for a while. "My name is Amber. I don't belong here." She sighed. "What's your name?"
"My name?" The younger fox blinked. No one had ever cared to ask that of her before. Yet she remembered it as easily as the nightmares she'd had for the past ten years. "All right. My name is Albinia." Then she appeared confused. "Why do you not belong here, Lady Amber?"
She groaned softly. Old habits die hard. "Just call me Amber. My place is in the world of men. I have responsibilities and family there."
"But here you could have anything you want." Albinia sounded very confused as she said this.
"Not love. Albinia, love is one of the most powerful emotions in the world. It can turn the proverbial lone wolf into a fierce warrior and friend into foe."
"How?" Brown eyes brightened with curiosity. She'd had the standard education slaves here had, but the knowledge that had been forbidden was the very knowledge this golden vixen had.