Broken and betrayed, with everything you had to live for stolen from you by the merciless hand of fate you can only put one foot forward at a time. All that is left is to travel as far from Tara and Kert as your legs will take you and hope for the best. The wound in your gut still bleeds a little bit, but at least the worst is over. There must be some angel of luck watching over you, there was no doubt Sitchol had intended to kill with that stroke.
Looking around, it seems surreal to be out in the open like this. If it were smaller, it would feel just like the barracks back in what used to be home, albeit somewhat better constructed. Home was definitely cleaner, the lack of any leona living here had left it in a somewhat musty looking state. Each enormous room took almost five whole minutes to traverse at your reduced pace, leaving you plenty of time to look around.
Eventually you finally reach another doorway. As gigantic as the last three you have passed through, but with one notable exception. It was closed. Some sort of round object was fixed to it about halfway up, presumably the handle, and a little higher than that a chain connected the door itself to the wall beside it. You manage a small grin. This door had been the salvation of Tara, and most micen there didn't even know it existed. The chain was clearly keeping the leonas out, but as for why exactly, you hadn't the faintest clue. In any case, it may be keeping them out but it certainly wasn't going to keep you in. There was a gap underneath. A small one but hey, you are a micen after all.
It would have been simpler without a scabbed over puncture wound and who knows what internal damage, but hey, you managed to squeeze under and crawl to the other side on your belly. Grunting and getting back to your feet, it was time to keep moving. The walls here, just as tall as inside, were much cleaner. It was like some pristine gigantic palace, you've never seen anything like this. Your only real idea of how people live has been shaped by the colonies you have been to. And that consisted almost entirely of Kert and Tara. You only have a brief recollection of a place called Toor you went to once, and though you don't remember much of it Sitchol informed you at one point that you were born in a place called Niarb.
Movement. Or at least you thought you sensed movement. A hast pan in all directions revealed nothing. You were stood in some kind of gigantic hallway, there were several other doors similar to the one you just crawled under visible along its length. To your left it stretches farther than you care to walk. To your right, about three minutes of walking in your current condition is a corner, and at the end of it just past the bend is the nearest door to your current position. That was as good a place as any to start. Setting out, you try to increase your pace. Maybe it would have been a good idea to rest a little longer, but doesn't matter now. Your breathing is even, your pace steady and your vision remains clear for the moment. All things considered, it looks like you're going to be okay in short order.
You round the corner and your heart sinks. Walking in the opposite direction down the hallway directly towards you is a creature taller than any you have ever seen. You remember vague stories about them when you were a mere child, how these gigantic creatures ruled the world above and around micen and fed upon them almost like cattle. You sometimes wondered if they could truly be so dangerous, after most of your life hunting and capturing rattis you had begun to doubt anything could faze you. Oh how wrong you were, now for the second time today your illusions of invulnerability were utterly shattered.
'Oh?' The leona noticed you, her pace stopping as she wondered what a micen would be doing out in the open. For a tense moment you simply stare at each other. Her fur is a lighter shade of grey than your own, and she has short cut silver hair. Her outfit is a well made pair of loose fitting red pants and a red top with a pale brown jacket over top. Her left hand cradles a paper bag and her right grips the top of a cane stick that she seems to be leaning on for support. 'What are you doing out here all alone? It's very dangerous for one of you to be here.' There is a strange gleam in her eyes, which were a rather fetching shade of green. Pretty eyes. Not the sort of gleam you would trust...
The pause is broken as she takes a step forward. The look on her face changes to a small wry smile and you instantly realize you are not safe. But... What the hell can you do? The pain in your abdomen would probably knock you out if you tried to run, yet the thought of your life ending in this giantess' mouth or belly were terrifying...
You have to make a choice,and you have to make it now.
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