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Gildaed Cage 2 - Dances With Timber Wolves AKAME DEC 21ST, 2013

By Sodapop
Created: 2020-12-23 01:15:16
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    >It's hard to breathe.
  2. 2.
    >You clamor to pull yourself off the cold floor, but your muscles give out on you.
  3. 3.
    >When you hit the ground, a searing pain shoots from your left wing, forcing you to stifle a scream.
  4. 4.
    >As you writhe in anguish, you are able to force open an eye to see your surroundings.
  5. 5.
    >You're in a large room.
  6. 6.
    >Bed sheets are sprawled out near you, probably pulled down when you tried to get up.
  7. 7.
    >Just like the vase now shattered on the floor was.
  8. 8.
    >There are curtains drawn over windows, but there's no light showing on them, so it's probably nighttime.
  9. 9.
    >The rest of the room is filled with stuff like statues and…
  10. 10.
    >Ugh.
  11. 11.
    >Books.
  12. 12.
    >Another pang tears through your body, and you instinctively clench your eye shut in pain.
  13. 13.
    >You begin to panic.
  14. 14.
    >Wherever you are, it's not someplace you would willingly choose to be.
  15. 15.
    >Who brought you here?
  16. 16.
    >What do they want?
  17. 17.
    >The sound of someone walking resounds through the floor.
  18. 18.
    >It quickly gets louder, and you soon hear the door to your prison open up.
  19. 19.
    >You again open your eyes to see some…thing.
  20. 20.
    >It's tall, probably taller than you are.
  21. 21.
    >It runs over to you and tries to grab you.
  22. 22.
    >"Are you ok?"
  23. 23.
    >You claw at its outstretched hand, trying to keep it away from you.
  24. 24.
    *Gasp*
  25. 25.
    "Who- where-"
  26. 26.
    >Before you can prop yourself up, the thing near you places a hand on your back.
  27. 27.
    >"Relax, you're safe."
  28. 28.
    >Safe?
  29. 29.
    >Yeah right.
  30. 30.
    >Not as long as those stupid lizards-
  31. 31.
    >You scramble to look around.
  32. 32.
    >How did it take you this long to realize the dork trio wasn't there anymore?
  33. 33.
    >The thing shows concern as you glance back at it.
  34. 34.
    >"Like I said, you're safe now. Injured…"
  35. 35.
    >It carefully touches your left wing, sending a dull wave of pain through you.
  36. 36.
    >You swat away its hand and glare at it.
  37. 37.
    >It smiles softly at you.
  38. 38.
    >"…but safe."
  39. 39.
    >Taking a moment to clear your head, you think about what you can do next.
  40. 40.
    "Where am I?"
  41. 41.
    >"My house. I brought you here after, well…"
  42. 42.
    >Your wing twitches as you remember the fight between you and those dweebs.
  43. 43.
    >It hurts.
  44. 44.
    >You look at the source of the pain, and are surprised to see it wrapped in bandages and splinted.
  45. 45.
    >"Sorry to say this, but you won't be going anywhere like that. You're welcome to stay here though."
  46. 46.
    >The invitation comes as a surprise to you.
  47. 47.
    >Why would anyone want a stupid mail griffon to stay at their house.
  48. 48.
    >You grimace at your own thoughts.
  49. 49.
    >'Mail Griffon'
  50. 50.
    >You really are a loser.
  51. 51.
    >"It's been a long time since I've had guests and- hold on."
  52. 52.
    >Your host grabs one of the books off of a nearby shelf and reads the cover.
  53. 53.
    >"Dances with Timber Wolves. Yeah that'll work."
  54. 54.
    >Work for what?
  55. 55.
    >He shoves the book into your mouth before picking you up.
  56. 56.
    >Pain beyond description shoots through every part of your body, and you bite down on the book while screaming.
  57. 57.
    >You are swiftly carried to the bed and carefully placed down on the soft surface.
  58. 58.
    >As soon as the pain subsides, you spit out the book an yell at the moron standing over you.
  59. 59.
    "What the FUCK!? Couldn't you have warned me first?"
  60. 60.
    >"I could have, but you would have only fought me."
  61. 61.
    >He's right, you wouldn't have agreed to have some…
  62. 62.
    "What are you?"
  63. 63.
    >You can see his eye twitch at your blunt question.
  64. 64.
    >*Sigh*
  65. 65.
    >"I'm a human. You don't know what that is, because I'm the only one you've ever seen. Now, let's forget about that…"
  66. 66.
    >He grabs the blankets off the floor and throws them over you.
  67. 67.
    >"And let's focus on restoring you back to full health. QUENTIN!"
  68. 68.
    >The loud yell startles you, but fortunately the covers prevented the human from seeing that.
  69. 69.
    >By the time you finally wrestle your sheets into a comfortable position, a unicorn has trotted into the room pushing a cart covered in snacks.
  70. 70.
    >He rolls the cart up to you and begins to pour what you assume is tea into a small cup.
  71. 71.
    >"Please, help yourself to whatever you like, miss."
  72. 72.
    >Your stomach grumbles as you look over the food.
  73. 73.
    >There's cakes, crackers, sandwiches and-
  74. 74.
    >A familiar scent emanates from the tray in front of you, one you haven't smelled since you got stuck here working your dead end job…
  75. 75.
    >Meat.
  76. 76.
    >You drool as you lift a small covering to see a delicious roasted lamb leg.
  77. 77.
    >There's no way you could ever forget that smell.
  78. 78.
    >You quickly look back at the human and notice some of his teeth are pointed.
  79. 79.
    >Of all places, you actually found another carnivore here, in Equestria?
  80. 80.
    >"It's going to get cold if you don't eat soon."
  81. 81.
    >Without any hesitation, you grab the lamb and bring it to your beak.
  82. 82.
    >Chunks of flesh tear satisfyingly off the bone and you savor the taste of prey as it passes over your tongue.
  83. 83.
    >The first swallow was loud enough for the others to hear.
  84. 84.
    >You hastily take another bite as the others start to leave.
  85. 85.
    >Before he closes the door, your fellow predator speaks to you one more time.
  86. 86.
    >"I almost forgot. My name is Anon. And yours is?"
  87. 87.
    >Your mouth is too full to respond, the food you are eating is some of the most delicious you've ever had.
  88. 88.
    >"Ah, nevermind. We can talk later."
  89. 89.
    "Wai-!"
  90. 90.
    >He stops closing the door and looks at you.
  91. 91.
    *Gulp*
  92. 92.
    >Another helping of lamb enters your stomach, causing you to let out a contented sigh.
  93. 93.
    "Gilda."
  94. 94.
    >The eating resumes as Anon closes the door.
  95. 95.
    >This food is really good.
  96. 96.
    >You shut your eyes tightly to keep the stupid room from blurring more.
  97. 97.
    >This food is really good…
  98. 98.
     
  99. 99.
    >You are now Anon.
  100. 100.
    >Well, your guest is as interesting as you had hoped.
  101. 101.
    >She's brash, loud, everything you'd expect from a griffon.
  102. 102.
    >Really, it will just be nice to have someone to eat meat with.
  103. 103.
    >…
  104. 104.
    >There has to be a way to phrase that better, but who cares!
  105. 105.
    >Ever since you've gotten here, you've had to hide your omnivorous nature.
  106. 106.
    >There's a bit of a social stigma against eating other creatures' flesh, which has forced you to attend dinner parties consisting solely of salads.
  107. 107.
    >You shudder, remembering the last royal ball.
  108. 108.
    >Oh sure, there's other delicacies, like petunias, or poinsettias.
  109. 109.
    >But you aren't a goddamn horse.
  110. 110.
    >You're a human.
  111. 111.
    >And you occasionally need to get some goddamn meat in you.
  112. 112.
    >…
  113. 113.
    >Again, really need a better way to say that.
  114. 114.
    >You enter the kitchen to see Quentin putting away some dishes.
  115. 115.
    "What do you think of our new guest, Quentin?"
  116. 116.
    >The last of the dishes levitate to their places and the butler closes the cabinet doors behind them.
  117. 117.
    >"It's not really my place, but I think she'll get along fine here, Sir. Might I ask how long she'll be staying?"
  118. 118.
    >You try to adjust your glasses as you ponder the question.
  119. 119.
    >Sadly, they are still broken, and therefore not on your face.
  120. 120.
    >Force of habit.
  121. 121.
    "I'd like her to stay until her wing heals up, but it's really up to her. How quickly do you think she'll recover?"
  122. 122.
    >Quentin frowns.
  123. 123.
    >"I'm not sure. Wing injuries are quite serious for flying species such as Griffons. Even with my tea speeding her along, it could be several weeks at least."
  124. 124.
    >Could be worse.
  125. 125.
    >Honestly, you're kind of happy to have her staying here.
  126. 126.
    >Aside from Quentin, you don't socialize much.
  127. 127.
    >At least, not with others like yourself.
  128. 128.
    >Most of your time is spent dealing with the p0nies having sex at your book readings.
  129. 129.
    *Sigh*
  130. 130.
    >It's getting late.
  131. 131.
    >Gilda is probably going to collapse after she finishes eating.
  132. 132.
    >Pretty easy to get tired after such a stressful day.
  133. 133.
    >You look at your partially healed arm and yawn.
  134. 134.
    >Very easy.
  135. 135.
    "Quentin."
  136. 136.
    >"Sir?"
  137. 137.
    "I'm going to bed, feel free to take the rest of the night off."
  138. 138.
    >The stallion bows.
  139. 139.
    >"Then I shall leave at once."
  140. 140.
    >A large grin creeps across his face.
  141. 141.
    >"I have a date with the most beautiful mare."
  142. 142.
    >You chuckle as Quentin turns to leave.
  143. 143.
    "In that case, take tomorrow morning off as well. I'm sure you'll need to clean up before coming back to work."
  144. 144.
    >"It wouldn't be a date otherwise, Sir. Thank you."
  145. 145.
    >The large door to your house closes behind your butler, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone.
  146. 146.
    >A regular casanova that one.
  147. 147.
    >Rather fitting, considering.
  148. 148.
    >In any case, your bed calls to you across the house.
  149. 149.
    >It says it wants you inside it.
  150. 150.
    >You couldn't be more willing.
  151. 151.
     
  152. 152.
    [The Following Morning]
  153. 153.
    >Soft sheets drape over your body, their silken grip preventing you from getting out of bed.
  154. 154.
    >You start to roll over, but a sharp pain halts your motion.
  155. 155.
    >Oh yeah, your wing is broken.
  156. 156.
    >Between the food and the soft bed, it almost seemed like all your troubles went away.
  157. 157.
    >Then again, you were never that lucky.
  158. 158.
    >As you close your eyes to go back to sleep, a faint smell fills your nares.
  159. 159.
    >Someone's cooking something.
  160. 160.
    >Drool leaks from your mouth and wets the pillow beneath your head.
  161. 161.
    >With a pained groan, you manage to throw off your covers.
  162. 162.
    >The ensuing rush of cool air makes you shudder.
  163. 163.
    >You slowly climb out of bed and attempt to walk.
  164. 164.
    >Each step causes your wing to throb painfully, so you can only move a short distance before needing to stop and rest.
  165. 165.
    >It takes an eternity, but you eventually manage to reach the door and pry it open.
  166. 166.
    >As you do so, the smell of breakfast becomes more apparent.
  167. 167.
    >Eggs and…
  168. 168.
    >Sausage maybe?
  169. 169.
    >Definitely more meat though.
  170. 170.
    >The next room is a hallway.
  171. 171.
    >There's a bunch of paintings and other junk on the walls, but what really catches your eye is the staircase.
  172. 172.
    "Freakin'…"
  173. 173.
    >You mumble under your breath, cursing whatever you did to deserve this punishment.
  174. 174.
    >Of course, there HAD to be stairs.
  175. 175.
    >As quickly as the thousands of metaphorical needles piercing your wings will allow, you descend the stairs.
  176. 176.
    >Hopefully you'll reach the bottom with only one wing broken.
  177. 177.
    >After yet another eternity, your talons touch the floor and you let out a sigh of relief.
  178. 178.
    >You sniff the air to find the source of the wonderful smells causing you to lick your chops.
  179. 179.
    >Step by step, you get closer until you find yourself in a large kitchen.
  180. 180.
    *Ssssssssss*
  181. 181.
    >A frying pan on a stove sizzles as beaten eggs are poured into it.
  182. 182.
    >Anon places some cheese on one side before folding the egg onto itself.
  183. 183.
    >He waits for a moment before carefully flipping the egg over to cook the other side, eventually sliding the finished omelet onto a plate next to some sausage.
  184. 184.
    >Boom, called it.
  185. 185.
    >Your host turns around and finally notices you flooding the corner of his kitchen with your saliva.
  186. 186.
    >"Well good morning. I didn't expect you to be up so early."
  187. 187.
    >He pours himself a cup of coffee while looking over his shoulder at you.
  188. 188.
    >"Did you sleep well?"
  189. 189.
    >Silently, you nod, still unable to take your eyes off of the food on the counter.
  190. 190.
    >Anon laughs at your expression, then points to a small table near you.
  191. 191.
    >"Have a seat, I'll bring you some breakfast."
  192. 192.
    >You take a deep breath before walking at normal speed to one of the chairs seated around the table.
  193. 193.
    >Throes of pain course through you, each trying to make you cringe.
  194. 194.
    >But you'd rather die than look weak in front of someone else.
  195. 195.
    >Anon watches you, no doubt attempting to see how frail your injury has made you.
  196. 196.
    >When you make it to the chair, you hop up and sit down.
  197. 197.
    >Letting out your held breath, an intense agony shoots from your wing.
  198. 198.
    >You can't stop yourself from reaching to your side and touching the injury.
  199. 199.
    >Great, now Anon will think you're a freaking cripple or something.
  200. 200.
    >Fortunately, when you glance in his direction, Anon seems to have already turned around and started preparing your breakfast.
  201. 201.
    >Maybe he didn't see it.
  202. 202.
    >After a few minutes, which you spent trying to figure out whether or not Anon saw your momentary weakness, a plate is placed in front of you.
  203. 203.
    >Scrambled eggs with sausage and toast.
  204. 204.
    >"Dig in."
  205. 205.
    >Without a moment's hesitation, you jab your face into the eggs and pull a large gob into your mouth.
  206. 206.
    >You throw your head back and chomp on the never-born chicken before swallowing.
  207. 207.
    >Delicious.
  208. 208.
    >This routine of picking up chunks of food and loudly wolfing them down repeats until theres nothing left on your plate.
  209. 209.
    >Pushing the plate away, you look at the other person sitting at the table.
  210. 210.
    >Amazingly, Anon finished his food before you, and is now sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the paper.
  211. 211.
    >Canterlot Times.
  212. 212.
    >Is that where you are?
  213. 213.
    >Guess you were pretty close to Canterlot when you were…
  214. 214.
    "Hey."
  215. 215.
    >Anon looks up from his paper.
  216. 216.
    "What… happened last night? You were the one who tried to stop the dragons, right?"
  217. 217.
    >You look at your broken wing.
  218. 218.
    "Nice job, by the way."
  219. 219.
    >He puts the paper down and takes another drink.
  220. 220.
    >"Yeah, that was me."
  221. 221.
    >Regret shows in his eyes.
  222. 222.
    >"I'm sorry I couldn't stop them from breaking your wing."
  223. 223.
    "How did you get rid of them? I mean, I could have taken them if they hadn't sucker punched me, but-"
  224. 224.
    >Anon presses his fingers up the bridge of his nose, like he's trying to push up an invisible pair of glasses.
  225. 225.
    >You notice the fresh cuts on his arm.
  226. 226.
    >Claw marks.
  227. 227.
    >DRAGON claw marks.
  228. 228.
    "Did you fight them?"
  229. 229.
    >…
  230. 230.
    >"Yes."
  231. 231.
    >He picks up the paper.
  232. 232.
    "Did you win?"
  233. 233.
    >"Yes."
  234. 234.
    >…
  235. 235.
    "How?"
  236. 236.
    >Once again, he places the paper down onto the table.
  237. 237.
    >"I have to go."
  238. 238.
    >What?
  239. 239.
    >He stands and starts to leave the kitchen.
  240. 240.
    >You clamber to stop him, but your injury flares up causing you to wince.
  241. 241.
    "Wait!"
  242. 242.
    >For a moment, he pauses in the doorway and looks back at you.
  243. 243.
    >"Sorry, royalty isn't exactly accustomed to waiting."
  244. 244.
    >Royalty?
  245. 245.
    "So we're in Canterlot."
  246. 246.
    >Anon smiles, again trying to adjust some pair of glasses you can't see.
  247. 247.
    >"I wouldn't go out in your condition, but feel free to look around the house. If you're going to be staying here, I'm sure it would be nice to know the layout."
  248. 248.
    >You smirk at him.
  249. 249.
    "What makes you think I'd stay with you?"
  250. 250.
    >Despite Anon's attempt to hide his own smirk, you can clearly see the smug look on his face as he starts to walk away.
  251. 251.
    >"Because you aren't the type to turn down free food. I can't imagine you'd turn down a free stay in a cushy place like this."
  252. 252.
    >He leaves the house as his exit line ends, leaving you sitting at the table.
  253. 253.
    >Idiot.
  254. 254.
    >Just because he has good food and soft beds, he thinks you'll stay here?
  255. 255.
    >Obviously you will.
  256. 256.
    >Who would be stupid enough to not take advantage of this situation?
  257. 257.
    >You climb off the chair and exit the kitchen.
  258. 258.
    >The floorboards creak under you as you walk slowly down the hall.
  259. 259.
    >Well, your host was so kind as to let you walk around freely.
  260. 260.
    >May as well try to dig up some dirt on him.

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