Running in long strides Deidre raced for the outer forest, heart beating ready to burst in excitement. Although he'd deny it, Guise was the guardian of this forest, taking the safety and care of the inhabitants serious. The old cat taught Deidre since she could remember to protect the wilds and guard the kindred folk, fight for them till her last breath.
Although the forest dwellers rarely showed themselves in from of her. Guise finally admitted a year ago it was because she was human and humans could not be trusted. Saddened she strived daily to coax the kindred out of the shadows to interact with, she had yet to succeed.
Deidre knew she was an orphan and Guise whom despised humans took pity on her in her infancy and slowly turned her into a warrior of the wilds, or so he claimed. She rolled her eyes as the memory played through her thoughts.
Mangy cat is full of it she thought, puffing air out.
Glancing back and forth examining the massive trees she grinned at the beauty of them. Rays of sunlight peered through the canopy casting a light show on the forest floor.
"No wonder Guise protects the wilds so fervently."
Scenting the air to gauge her position the teenager whooped at the different scent. She was within meters of the border. In her hurry a massive root caught her unawares. As if planted there on purpose it stuck out perfectly to trip an unsuspecting traveler. The ground came swiftly and Deidre felt her face slam into the hard earth.
Groaning in pain she sat up quickly holding her throbbing face.
"My face...stupid root!"
Grumbling in self pity she stood, holding her nose and brushing the dirt from her clothes, a noise echoed through the trees.
Frowning she cocked her head to the side to catch the noises position. It sounded like screams. Baffled she crept silently unto her fours moving like a cat. Moving through dense foliage she came to rest inside a bush focused on the intrusive sounds.
Suddenly a pair of dark eyes peered back at her. Startled Deidre remained still, holding her breathe from fear. A high pitch scream came from the creature staring at her and the eyes fell away.
Edging closer to look down at what the animal was Deidre gasped, a human!!
Movement brought the hidden girls attention to a bizarre scene. Humans stood all around on the perimeter path way. Some sat on the ground and they appeared to be females and young ones.
"Keep them quiet, kill them if they utter a noise." One of the standing humans, a male, growled out. He wore shiny clothing. Wrinkling her nose at the suit, it looked rather uncomfortable. A muffled noise drew her gaze yet again.
A female was laying on the ground naked. On top of her one of the males was moving in rough movements against the female. A sudden moan escaped the males lips and he rolled off the female.
Curious Deidre watched intently as another male dropped his bottom wear revealing a long, fleshly arm, it twitched a few times. An evil grin spread on his face and his eyes darkened. He fell upon the woman which triggered a furious reaction from the her. She slapped and scratched his face, fighting him violently. Landing a few blows on his face she continued the assault.
The man wrestled her hands and stretched her arms above her head and snapped at a male standing near.
"Hold the bitches hands." Complying with the order he forced her arms down pinning the hands under his knees.
The female screamed in pain from the weight of his body, crunching noises came from the trapped hands. Deidre frowned deeply, unsure of what was happening. The man on top of her smiled and held tightly to her throat and balled his other hand into a fist. In three quick motions he struck her face. The violent actions caused immediate swelling and one of her cheek bones poked out of the skin.
Deidre felt a sudden calm settle over her. This was wrong she thought, but she was glued to the seen before her.
Satisfied with the result the man moved lower and roughly pushed open the females legs. He grabbed his third arm and shoved it into the woman. He thrust in violent movements. Whimpering in pain the woman turned away from her assailant. Groaning the thrusts grew more brutal as the man rutted above her. Lost in his lust he grabbed a handful of the the battered woman's hair and roughly turned her head to him. Viciously he brought his lips down on hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth.