Another Sleepless Night
Everything was spinning....and honestly, she was terrified. Myranda had never been under the influence of such strong medication before, and when she woke up feeling sick, she felt like a drunk toddler trying to crawl towards the waterfall.
Her throat was so dry, and her stomach felt so sick. All she wanted was to get a nice good piece of elk, and a large gulp of water. She was so sweaty, and her hair stuck to her face so annoyingly that when she tried to swipe it away, it would just cling to her skin elsewhere and cause more discomfort.
Everything was so loud, too. Normally the waterfall was a beautiful back-drop that helped her sleep at night. Right now, it was like unending thunder roiling in her ears in the loudest frequency possible. She didn't even hear herself when she whimpered as the uneven ground scraped against her skin.
"Ahg..." she let out with a groan.
So thirsty...parched...mouth as dry as a mouth full of ash...if she could just touch that water with the tips of her fingers.
"Where are you going?" Silas' voice hit her ears and sent an ice cold sensation to crawl down her inner ears, and fade into her neck, and then her spine where she shivered.
"No....You can't be here..." Myranda argued as her eyes beheld the glinting green eyes of the person she feared more than anyone or anything.
"Where is Metas? What have you done to my husband?"
"Oh, Myranda. Did you think he had the upper hand? So predictable. So sad. You disappoint me as usual...." he trailed off and spoke like he was a lion speaking to a mouse.
"I will fuck you up if you touch me. You'll never ever hurt me again. Where is Metas?"
"He's dead. All of your little group is dead, and now you belong to me. You're my prize, and my personal toy from this day forth. I'll make you stay on all fours, but you'll never be a wolf again." He smiled cruelly and took great pride in the fear in her eyes.
"...You're a liar. You're just being cruel to me again....Metas couldn't be killed by a weakling like you. Like a pathetic spit of a.../man/ like you!" Myranda shouted and struggled to move. Her body was so heavy, and it was hard to move anything. It was like she had been heavily drugged to incapacitate her on purpose.
"M-Metas!" She screamed and looked around frantically with no luck or relief of catching his gaze, all she could see were two green eyes of malice descending upon her form.
"Let go of me!" Myranda swore her vocal chords were tearing apart with how hard she was calling out for Metas. When had he done this? How had he done this? Was there really no one around?
She found it impossible to fight back, and as he turned her over to pin her down onto her stomach, she shivered at the chill of the cold stone underneath her skin. Myranda was only further terrified as the intrusive feeling of fingers started to grope her unwantedly.
"No!" The angry female denied and kicked as hard as she could, which granted her a painful grunt from the male who staggered back.
"You want me to be a unicorn? I can be a unicorn!" She shouted sadistically, but also in hopes her own joke would keep her fighting, just like Jyriah and Syrana did when they felt lost.
"Myranda, what the fuck?" Silas asked incredulously.
"What do you mean what the fuck - get away from me-" she was cut off as he came back towards here and once more attempted to pin her down by wrapping his arm around her neck.
There was only one solution to this problem....
- CLAMP - her teeth sank as hard as they could into the warm arm that had denied her freedom of movement, and denied her rights to dignity as a female -- no as an individual in general.
"Ow! Mandy!" Silas shrieked in pain, but his voice wasn't his own.
"Mandy, sweetheart - wake up - wake up, it's okay," Metas shook her tenderly and gently tried to pull her from his arm, but her teeth were clamped tight, although it didn't hurt as badly as it could have due to her still being pretty doped up. He had every confidence he'd be bleeding had she not be sedated.
"She kicked me...why did she kick me?" Ajax asked as he had woken up as well from her kicking and fighting from her nightmare.
"She didn't mean it and you know it..." Metas snapped.
"No - I mean - why didn't she just kick you and stuff? Your wife is half-unicorn, goddess damn it. Fuck my back.. it hurts..." Ajax groaned in agony.
"I'm sorry on her behalf," Metas replied as he struggled to get his arm free, and to understand what his wife was murmuring in her sleep with her mouth full of his skin.
"You and I are going to make sure you two get alone time together at all costs. She's drugged up and still dreaming like this? You need to give her a really good dicking at this point," Ajax complained in jest.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that about your Queen and Luna -- my wife, in case you forgot." Metas pointed out.
"Said what now?" Ajax replied innocently.
"Exactly...but yes...I would like to stop being interrupted. That would be appreciated. I'm going to drag her a little bit further away. I honestly don't care as much if she kicks Cassandra in her sleep, however I don't intend on letting her do it more than twice," Metas admitted.
"Metas, Metas-" Myranda opened her mouth to shout as her eyes popped open, but struggled to lift her head or body.
"It's alright, I'm right here. See? You're just having a nightmare, Mandy" he spoke as gently as he could for someone with teeth indentations in his arm and a terrified partner who was shivering in a cold veil of sweat against his dry clothing.
"Where is Silas? Is he dead? Are you dead?" Myranda asked with genuine confusion and fear.
"No, love. I'm alive, and you're having a night terror. Close your eyes. You're in no danger," he reassured her and felt so much better when she nodded and fell backwards with her mouth wide open in slumber.
She hadn't even been awake. This would probably be the first of many moments where she would awaken. He wasn't getting sleep tonight...
Damn it.