Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

she rather adored that he wasn't afraid of her... most of the people she met where afraid of her. the ones who weren't, treated her as if she was some stupid beast. that he did neither, made him all the more of a rare gem that she desired to have for herself. not to own, or possess, but to be owned by. her people, where after all, guardians... to the few creatures they deserved worthy. the last known creature like her in recorded, or passed on history, was a 'goddess' to the Ancient Egyptians. a black cat known as Bastet, who protected an entire kingdom of innocent children and women when the men went to war. she blinked at him as she felt the warmth of his hand, dimming her more... aggressive, powers. her 'attack' basis of her magic, and even most of her defensive magics where dimmed and dulled as if they simply vanished. even the collar could not do that, it simply made it impossible for her to access her magic... this strange man before her... diminished them. she'd never heard of such a thing! her healing, and other such magics where still strong, almost over brimming in response to his... 'attack' a simple, natural response that no magical creature had control of. it wouldn't hurt either of them, wouldn't do anything really. she blinked at him, stunned... but didn't pull her face away, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it didn't hurt either, and his hand was so warm and soft, that she didn't care what he did to powers that had been dormant for over a month. she nodded as he guessed that the collar was a silencer, and she flinched violently, a cry of terror falling from her lips at the crack of magic between man and collar, fearful that he had been hurt. she blinked at him with wide eyes, her ear flicking, almost annoyed when he called her Ma'am. she nuzzled his hand as he stroked her cheek, relaxing into the soothing comfort, her eyes closing before terror and panic flooded her as he promised to return. clearly she didn't beleive him, and who could blame her? how many men had made promises to her? promises not to hurt her, promises that she would e ok, promises that she would be taken care of. she pulled away from him at his promise, her eyes going cold as she looked at him with an expression like a child who had been betrayed, and she curled up on the bottom of her cage before the Guards even rushed into the room, letting him flee, and protecting herself from the wrath of the prince. even then, the prince was furious that his head of guard had been killed, and that someone had been that close to his precious thing that had been caught completely by accident. she bit him when he tried to sooth her, and in his rage, he forced her into an even smaller cage, draped the sheet over her, and ignored her for the rest of the day. she got no food, no water, and the promise of a severe beating if she bit him again. she was so miserable, and so certain she would die in misery, that she cried most of the day, ignoring the Prince's, the Princesses, and the Queens attempts to shut her up. she didn't even touch the food that the Guards, some of them, slipped her as the Prince and the family went to bed. there where five Guards in the throne room, protecting the Prince's goods, most of all, they where to protect the creature, who was still laying in her cage, crying, and praying for her death to come on swift wings.