Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

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Mulling over what was inevitable was never Five's favorite thing to do, not to mention not an overly great trait for a Gladiator. Death was the only thing that awaited them, in the end. Sure, there would be glory if one was good enough of that there was no doubt, but everyone's streak ran out like a countdown. It would reach the end and what was left was death. Except, Five would rather mull over death than the decision of deciding something as simple and foreign as a pack. A home he could not call it, his place was with the other slaves in Coatl's Rise no matter what term Quetzalcoatl had fitted him and shooed him away with, trusting that his unwillingness to disobey her would be enough to keep him away. It vexed him that the assumption was correct. Using one of his greatest assets against him: his loyalty to her. His love for her, forbidden as it was. Five didn't care. He was already tortured, broken beyond repair. What was a unrequited and forbidden love in retrospect to the beatings? To the punishments he had received when he rebelled? Nothing. There was little that could measure up to what the amazon women had done to him as a child. Putrid hatred had morphed into nothing short of utmost devotion and loyalty. Things that Five was struggling with the concept of turning off in the face of his unwanted freedom — least of all in the face of actually attempting it, if that point ever managed to come.

A strange albeit not unfamiliar noise caught the Gladiator's attention — the warning rattle of a rattlesnake's tail. Five froze, for a second thinking that it was he in the immediate face of the danger; but the noise came a small distance off of him, and a quick glance around showed him that there were no signs of danger. For him. Following the origin of the sound to the scene, he paused, steps slowing as eyes of moss green landed upon the wolf frozen, and the rattlesnake she had incidentally Five assumed, roused. He could not claim that he'd ever came face to face with a venemous creature before, but he'd heard stories and was mildly surprised to see that the female had not fled — a good sign. Point him in the direction of another wolf with the command to kill and Five would do so without hesitation; yet pit him against a rattlesnake and he hesitated though this was only because he had no idea how to save her. He did not know if she remained still if it would grow disinterested, or if distracting it was the best course of action. Slowly, he began to near, hoping to lure the snake's attention away from the female without outright startling it for the fear that if he did, the snake might lunge at the female.