|Little Red|
The farm…. It ain't easy. Most of the women have already dug holes? Plowed the fields? I do not even know what they call it. But planting was easy. I just had to dump the seeds. Cover the ground, add water and fertilizer. I had to change of course. Pants, boots thicker than my head and shirt that didn't suffocate my chest. The farm was smelly, and most of the brainless sheep squard complained about the smell. I've smell raw faeces, vomit, blood, flesh, all of those together. So my nose has developed an immunity. The smell didn't bother me at all. Not even a little bit.
You know what bothers me? Good smelling things. It's hard to get used to those. I'm talking about the wolf's natural scent. It annoys my nose. He smells nice. So that's disturbing.
I was informed that I would have to check the produce once every week, and during harsh weathers to be sure they didn't die or grow wrongly. I think that's what Mischa said, I wasn't paying attention to him.
A bad habit that I have no intention of stopping. If they want my attention, they should start acting normal. It's unnerving how their whole personalities is their husbands.
I didn't just have a plot of land, I also owned a den of chickens. But I'm not in charge of those. The people running the den said that I only had to show up twice a month to collect my eggs. They'll handle all the process that'll likely go over my head. Like how do you get eggs from chickens that don't end up as babies? Honestly, I might just not eat eggs as well.
The last stop, and last thing I owned in this massive land, are three cows and six horses.
The horses aren't my priority, but I can take one with me to avoid the stress of walking everywhere. Great, wonderful.
The cows, now those are just adorable.
Especially the only female, she caught my attention. Betsy is what I'm calling her.
Brown and cream spots, a bright pink nose and a sassy attitude. Honestly, she's my true friend.
After planting, and getting a tour, I spent my time with her. Feeding her some hay and flowers.
Oh yeah, and I fed the others too.
"You shouldn't get attached to that cow." Petal announces as she walks into the barn. She doesn't look all that cheerful, and I shouldn't be too happy about that but I am.
I offered Betsy an apple, and she graciously took it. I mean it, this vow is like a princess. She knows she's important. Or I'm making this up in my head. Who cares. My mind, my rules.
"Why? I don't eat meat. So I'll just keep her. Tomorrow, Mischa said he'll teach me how to milk her. How cool is that?" I squealed.
"It is not cool. And the king eats meat, Betsy wasn't the only female here. Soon he'll order for her to be slaughtered."
My heart does a drop into stomach. "I won't let him kill Betsy. I'll convince him to get another cow. She's too precious to be eaten. Who needs beef anyways? There are chickens. He can eat chicken."
Petal snorts, clapping her hand together. "We're wolves, meat is essential. And we like beef. But if you think you can convince him, I won't stop you from trying."
Well I don't think I like your tone, miss missy.
Mmm, I'll find a way to save you. Don't worry. I patted her nose and she stretched her tongue to lick my hand. Gross, but she's still adorable.
"I won't let that bloodthirsty man have you. Okay?" She huffs. See? Sass.
I love it.
Sadly Betsy had other plans that didn't include me, so we went out separate ways. For now. I'll come up with a plan to save her life. I'm sure the wolf can be reasoned with. He has enough meat in the fridge, there are two other cows, and chickens. Heck, he can even eat that sparrow if he wants but not Betsy. She and I have formed a bond.
I exited the barn, and walked far from the group of workers. I pretended as if I was heading for the bathrooms, but really I'm looking for a spot to hide and test a little theory about my blood.
When the warden didn't want to drag us out, he would have our bloods siphoned. Wait, no, he took blood regardless. The blood was somehow added to his weapons- knives, bullets and more. Those weapons would then hurt the creatures he attacked. The only time he took us out, was when he needed to see them.
Half of the time, the people he attacked weren't from the supernatural realm. They were humans.
His fellow kind.
No one was safe from his violent hands..
But I digress. All I'm saying, is if my blood helped him kill creatures, then I can…. I did not think this through.
I'm going off a whim. I don't want to test the weapons theory, I want to see if cutting and releasing some of my blood can do something. Maybe it can activate my abilities. I'll have to try. I hide behind a tall olive tree, what a weird place for it to grow. The knife is strapped to my thigh. No one saw it, and if they did, they didn't mention it. Which helped me get through my day faster.
I unsheathed it, dragging it out and pealing the glove off my right hand. Breathing in, I raised the blade towards my palm. The knife is sharper than I anticipated, I bite my lip hard that it pealed and I could taste a tint of copper. I dragged the knife just a little bit to the side, and my vision went dark.
I saw the warden, he throwing a girl into a meat grinder. Then he whipped his head around. Searching his surroundings in a frivolous manner.
"Who is here?! Who dared to spy on me?" He shouts like a madman.