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The Savage

Chapter One

A soft material like clay modeled around Patience’s head, her ravishing auburn hair swamped the material. Not opening her eyes, using only her senses, Patience could smell no aroma of death but a warm pinewood. There were no noises in this environment, not even the rustling leaves blown in the wind.

There is no danger here.


Her eyelids wide-open to unnatural light, pupils dilated evolving to the environment and her iris reveal golden flakes of her genuine form. Her fingertips ran their course down the flooring she was laying on. The floor was hard cold - yet, softer than any vegetation. Dwelling on this new encounter, she leaned forward no longer lying down on the item. In front of her eyes was a barrier of golden clear gates. There were three separate barriers to be precise. No technology,
Patience has laid her eyes on. Sinking in her surroundings, there was a place on the other side of the barrier with other contributions like her own she was held in. Patience took notice of the items in her placement. A shelf with multiple books in a foreign language filled the emptiness, chairs, and couch.

“Well,” a voice called out, “What do you think of your new home?”

Patience glided over, seeing her announcer on the other side of the barrier. Her twitchy grin slithered its way on her lips.

“I knew it was you,” she said, taking a step forward towards the golden barrier.

“You might have a veil over your people’s eyes. But, I can see through your allusions,” she hissed, her tongue vibrating behind her carnivorous teeth.

Loki.”

Odin’s form flickered, lighting struck the ground, and transformed into another man. His hair was darker than raven feather’s and an off-white skin from a sunless planet, laced over his thin framed shoulders. His height, another factor in of its own, towered over Patience. His eyes were the color of the Bifrost bridge azure. A mischievous grin fluttered on his rosy lips.

“My, my, you know your tricks.”

Patience standing a hair length away from the barrier, stared at his pose. Her fingers weaved together.

“You have no idea, Prince Loki.”

“Then why not enlighten me, darling?”

“No!”

She twisted away from the ever-lasting gaze. Bumps began to crawl like beetles underneath her scale, like a desiccated desert, milky skin. His silver tongue won’t possess her mind.

Never again.


Her back was facing towards Loki. Patience stared at her fingertips; her nails sharpened and transparent grew an inch as she thought about ripping Loki’s throat. A chuckle vibrated in her throat, imaging the endless blood profusely draining from his body. Her stomach churned, a burning sensation dwelled within her. If only the barrier wasn’t present.

She would have killed him. She will kill him.

“You’re choice, I’m not the one imprisoned in a dungeon for eternity.”

His boots were pounding on the hard concrete floor; he was taking his time. Patience’s heartbeat matched his pace. Her right eye twitched; there was no more foot noise.

Patience shrieked, turning to attack the force field. Instead, the feeling of release, she screeched for a different reason.

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Patience laid her head against the foundation wall. Both of her arms boiled and burned from the impact. She laid her arms on her lap, not moving them for fear the pain will reoccur. A new scratch diced down on her face near her right eye, the blood tickled down. Her environment was destroyed, the chair smashed into multiple pieces, the couch electrocuted and scorched, and pages in the books shredded.

Patience licked on the inside of her mouth, trying to remove the annoy paper in between her teeth.

In this mass chaos, she felt home.

This was home.

Lavinia was her home planet. It was radiant, enchanted, and serene. She lived with her mother and father on the outskirts of the kingdom. Her father was a farmer, growing vegetation - it was a requirement that each citizen, at least, two years of their life attend to the crops. All for unity to share knowledge and work. Vegetation was only achieved in specific regions, there were few regions where the ground was filled with acidic liquid and yet home to native animals, which thrived in these possible dangerous habitats.

Her kind have evolved to withstand living conditions in those regions; their skin had glossy, almost saliva, coating to protect from the strong acidic liquid. That liquid is the rarest of it’s kind, the poison that they use against their enemies. Patience has heard other realms consisting of poison, but none like their homeland. Her father taught Patience to attend the land. Her passion
in protection thrived as other species came to their world.

She studied poison, food, and combat. One on one, Patience saw the quick warnings. Their body and verbal language, others did not understand Lavinia.

Like Odin. His sons, Loki.

They ruined her people. They gave falsehood and lies.

Patience squeezed her hand, her fingers dug into her scaly skin.

I’ll get out of here. I will,
she thought.

Notes

Hi.
Slowest updater ever.
I'm on the fence if I should continue or not.
I feel like a big disappointment but I wanted to give you what I have written so far.
Thank you. :)

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