Are you the destroyer? Celest; Any

[Celest]

Celest

“I don't need some old broodmare,”  the teal girl mumbles under her breath and through the grass in her mouth. He herds her on and she obliges, occasionally tearing a few blades from the earth in passing as the cover the final distance to the forest. The name 'Fire-Fang' slips from her lips unconsciously, and his response makes her reply defensively with pinned ears.  "Ok, ok, Crevan it is."

But in the back of her mind, she tucks away the secret he doesn't want her to know. 

She had been her mother's captive, nearly spirited away is some great escape she wanted no part of until Fire-Fang Crevan came along.  It seemed only natural to her that she was now his captive. She had no way of knowing the awful things which often came along with being a captive, her mother had not told many stories of that sort, her experience had only taught her that she was now loosely beholden to him and he would be a provider of sorts. The fae had changed hands, but it didn’t upset her - so far belonging to someone else was all she had known. 

His mood changes drastically as he melts into the treeline, increasing Celest’s already overflowing curiosity.  The warg takes the lead and she says close to his flank, deep amethyst gaze casting about for any glimpse of another creature. She likes his laugh, and it makes her smile, despite her less than ideal circumstances. 

“Woah, show me,”  she says with an equal mix of awe and enthusiasm, and no idea what she is actually asking for.  Celest is happy to be shown around by the older cool kid, even if he did insist she was his captive.  This new version of the wolf-boy is much better than the grouch she had been putting up with, and even though she doesn't like to be left in the dark, she stifles the other questions which come to mind - she doesn’t want to risk bringing back on his temper.

Cool shit. Just what she was in the mood for. 

i'm not a girl, i'm a storm with skin

@[Crevan]