Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

she jumped, startled as an arrow pierced the first guard, felling him with utter silence. the second one went down just as easily. they where all facing away from each other, so it took them a moment to realize something was wrong. before any of them could utter a sound, they where all dead. she could hear the swish of the arrow through the air, the thud as it struck flesh, the hearts slowing, the breathing stopping, the thump of the body hitting the pure marble floors. she couldn't see, but she knew the guards where gone, dead, and no longer a threat to her. she flinched and recoiled, protecting herself as the sheet was pulled away, wary of a stranger, or worse, the Queen, who had threatened to kill her just that afternoon. she blinked, looking so astonished that he was back, that it was almost heart breaking to think she had never really expected to be rescued. she watched him pull open the cage doors, and she swallowed thickly, glancing at him and then the open door, hesitating, waiting for a trick, or a trap before she slowly slunk out of the cage. on all fours as she slid out of the cage, stretching as she reveled in her new freedom, standing a few feet away from him. after all, this was how she had been caught in the first place. she didn't want to give him the chance to slip a needle in her skin, or wrap a rope around her neck. she watched him intently for a long moment, her gaze guarded and wary, but with every second that nothing happened, she relaxed ans then started to rise up onto two legs. she staggered, catching hold of the cage she'd been in, her legs quivering. she hadn't stood on two legs in a month, she hadn't eaten properly in a month, she was tired, and weak, and could barley stand. she looked at him, hesitated, and then reached for him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, using him to support herself, pressing her face against his shoulder, she began to sob again. not in pain, or fear, or misery this time, but simply in pure relief. so glad to be free, out of her cage that she nearly couldn't contain herself anymore, and started to cry, because it was better than trying to find her captors, and torture them to death. at least it was obvious that she did trust him, her instincts, and her history warned her to be wary of men, but she did trust him, clinging so tightly to him. he could have done almost anything to her in a vulnerable state like that, but yet there she was. she was astonishingly light too. he could have picked her up, tossed her into the air, and caught her without even an effort. whether it was from magic, lack of food, or simply nature, it was impossible to tell, but she was as light as a feather, and nuzzling him as she used his shirt to wipe her tears away before she tensed and shoved him away, hiding him behind a pillar as a door creaked open, the queen slipping into the room silently. i'll teach that stupid little monster to bite my children. the Queen muttered softly, a sharp dagger in hand. come here you disgusting th... she froze, shocked as she realized the cage was empty, but before she could scream, a sound left the Feline's throat that was a mix of fury, and wrath. an animalistic snarl that could have raised the hairs on anyone's neck, and launched herself into the air. the Queen didn't even have a chance to scream when sharp fangs met her throat, the teeth of the Feline effortlessly slicing through tendon, and muscle, and bone, silencing the queen in an instant as blood sprayed across the walls and floor as the artery was severed. the cat spat at the queen, who was gurgling as she died of blood loss, the Cat spinning on it's heals, adrenaline giving it strength as it followed Arch's path from before, up tot he window ledge. the poor thing barley made it, and promptly collapsed on the sill, twin tails, and an arm hanging off the window ledge as the blood splattered cat passed out.