He was trapped. The weight of the net slowly crushing him. The loud, ferocious, continual barking combined with shock and fear had caused any ability to think of a way out to flee his brain. His one automatic survival instinct was to spread his wings and fly, but every attempt just caused him to become more tangled.
The he saw her: red lips and enchanting green eyes, an aura of power and magic emanating from her. She would save him, somehow he knew she would stop this, he was as sure of it as if she had saved him many times before. But he had never seen the fairy before.
He was still struggling. still calling shrilly. Waiting for her to move, to do something, to save him. But she did nothing. She just watched. The dogs to approach. Barking. Growling. Closer and closer. And still she did nothing.
A canine jaw appeared in front of his face, he could smell it's rancid breath and it prepared to decapitate him with it's teeth.
"Diaval." her commanding voice tore him back to consciousness. It had just been a nightmare, a horrifying version of a memory, but a bad dream nonetheless. He was just bringing himself to being fully awake and adjusting his feathers, when he felt that familiar tingle. It was painless, but he begrudged it, no, hated it none the less. The powerless feeling of your limps, your muscles, you bones, all moving, stretching, contracting, independently of your will.
'If she turns me into a sodding canine again, I swear to God, I'll tear one of those horns off her head.' He huffed to himself. Finally, he felt his muscles settle and it was over. He could tell instantly what he was, just by the lanky feel of his limbs. Human. Naked and human. Why did she never give him clothes? She knew what form she was giving him. Bloody fairy.
"Diaval. Get down here. Is it necessary for you to always be sulking in tree?" Impatience and that ridiculous cold act of her's was written all over her face.
"Because I'm a bloody raven. Although you'd never bloody know these days. How am I supposed to 'be your wings' if I never have mine?"
Her red lips almost formed a grin, and her eyes nearly smiled, but as soon as the moment was there, it was gone.
"Beastie is at thorn wall again. Go keep an eye on her. I can't have the guards kill her before the curse can be enacted." With a swish of her cloak, she turned and strode away. He watched her go for a moment, a dark and beautiful but intimidating figure. The massive, loving heart he knew was there, buried deep in layers of anger, fear and defense mechanisms, She's never let anyone in, never had since Stefan. That's what happens when you trust a human.
Stupid, bloody fairy.
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