Screams of Thy Innocents [[Kestrel Enyo]]

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Ophelia found herself in a place that was referred to as Hell’s Gate. She had come because she wanted to see if it really was the gate to Hell; she had wanted to see what hell looked like as she would never die and never be sent there. As far as she could tell hell was old and crumbly. It was a giant maze with lots of paths to choose from. When Ophelia went to a dead end that she could not scale over she returned back and chose a new direction.

The Princess of the Fae was disguised as a mortal. When she hid her large bat-like bat wings she looked it. Currently her glamour allowed her her favored bright pink hair. She was talk, slim and willowy. She had on a black pair of fine pants and a matching plain black top. It was simple in design as it had no royal colors nor was it jewel encrusted. But any mortal would be happy to wear such fine things as it was better than rags or leaves tied together. Ophelia’s pink hair was tied back in a single ponytail. Her walking boots were comfortable. Her looks would give beats the opinion that she was human. But her clothes would give them second doubts.

Ophelia had a picnic basket in her arm. It had a fine glass of Faerie ambrosia along with two wine glasses. Also inside were assortments of expensive meats, cheeses and breads. There was also a miniature chocolate cake decorated with red rose flowers. It was food that could feed a family of mortals for a month and they would thank you with every bite. Of course it was just food to the spoiled UnSeelie Princess who had never gone hungry a single day in her life. It was with grave hope that Ophelia would run into her Seelie Prince and she wanted to be prepared!

Soon enough Ophelia realized that she begun to hear things. She wasn’t alone anymore. She heard the screaming of women, the yelling of men. She heard the howling of beasts. None of the voices brought her either fear or pity. It was none of her concern. She continued to walk the maze. It would be so much easier if she were to fly but she could not and she would not even if she could.

[Kestrel Enyo]

She was a wolf for now, a wolf, not a werewolf. Large paws pressed into the dirt, ears rotating around to the left and right as she passed a few entrances into the labyrinth which held all sorts of monstrosities, debating on going on the large canine yawned. Flexing her dulled claws into the dirt she sat back on her haunches and peered into the entrance way, bright blue eyes were icy and unforgiving as she watching a young girl bolt past, stop, and head toward her. As it were the great wolf was situated at the entrance and so her large form towered over the child who may not have been older than ten. Lowering her head her eyes glinted dangerously, hackles raising she barked and lunged forward, grabbing the girl by the wrist roughly and swinging her off the ground and back into the maze. The child screamed though backed away and headed into the endless maze of darkness, she would die in there; The girl would never get out alive.

Licking her chops which were now stained in clean virgin blood the female was almost tempted to head in and hunt down the little wench herself- actually, it was a terrific idea. Standing the wolf shook out her fur and headed into the maze entrance, nose finding out the child as she left small droplets of blood along the dirtied path. Passing piles of bone and half decomposed flesh the great Alpha continually stepped over and through piles of disgusting mush, hunting down the trail of the little one who was trying to evade her. What was that?

Deep breaths were taken through her muzzle as the female lifted her large head, tilting it slightly as she picked up the delicious smell of something far tastier than a virgin girl. A Faerie? How often was it that faeries were around Hell's Gates? Not very often, I'll tell you that much. Tail wagging slowly back and forth the queen bitch nearly pranced through the muck toward the girl and her basket, coming upon her she large wolf stopped, staring down the odd female. Faerie blood,, god it was nearly orgasmic- she wanted some of that. Standing tall before the girl the wolf let out a light, feminine bark. Nothing threatening, though obviously the sight of a 5'3” tall wolf would be threatening in itself to any sane individual.

[Ophelia Aiyana Whitney]

Ophelia had heard the screams just a few moments ago. Such screams of death and torture were familiar sounds growing up in the UnSeelie Court. If Ophelia had to guess she thought it might be the sound of a human young screaming. Though Ophelia was herself still a child, perceivably younger then the mortal since they lived only thirty years and her kind were immortals so she was still considered a babe, Ophelia had no real desire to help the human child after all her ancestors made iron and were fond of imprisoning and trapping Ophelia’s ancestors in it.

Ophelia’s nose itched and she finally looked down to see what she had been stepping in. Her Faerie made boots that would give envy to all had been clomping on bones and death not even half decayed! In a little mortal it would give them cause for a churning stomach but not in a Fae. Ophelia was not used to death such as this but it did not disgust her despite its smell which she noticed more clearly after not smelling the nice aroma from her basket.

Suddenly what had attacked and possibly maimed or most likely killed the mortal child was in front of her. The wolf let out a small bark. Ophelia tilted her head to the right, then back normal, then to the left. “Sorry I do not speak dog.” This creature before her was tall and should be threatening but she was not frightened in the least bit. It had not sounded threatening when it barked. Besides, at Faerie Court there had been things with extra limbs, wings, tentacles and other ghastly appendages. “Sorry little doggie.” She gave the dog a friendly smile.