Ambrose and Merewen A Tale Part 2

Merewen squeezes, feeling his heart beat in her palm. "Don't be scared little wolf boy. I won't hurt you to much." she says as she purrs wrapping her other arm around him tightly. Ambrose looked at her and then swiped at her face with his claws. Merewen laughs as his claws scratch her face, her hand tightening on his throat. "Come on struggle for me." she whispers as she nuzzles his neck, inhaling his scent. 1

Ambrose found that it was getting harder to breath and he grabbed her wrist and sunk his claws into them hoping to make her let go of him. Merewen laughs, and bites his shoulder, her sharp teeth puncturing his skin. Ambrose winced with pain but he dug his claws in deeper still hoping to get out of this alive. Merewen lifts her head and licks the blood from his shoulder; she had a thing for blood. 2

"Stop that you puppy." she growls as her hand tightens, the claws in her wrist where starting to aggravate her. 3

Ambrose was starting to lose consciousness and his sight was going blurry and before long everything went dark as he passed out. Merewen lets go of his his neck and catches him before he falls to the ground, carefully she removes his claws from her wrist. Smirking she slowly lays him on the ground and slides his shirt off his shoulders some so she could tend to his wounds. Ambrose was out and didn't feel Merewen tending to his wounds. Merewen sighs, as her eyes, change back to there normal deep golden color. Humming she rips his shirt and gently cleanses the wounds as best she could without water or anything. "You stupid boy. Shouldn't have fought me." she says as she wipes the blood from his face, the wound she left there probably wouldn't scar to bad. Ambrose started to come back around and started coughing as he found that he could breath again Merewen stays kneeled next to him, to stop him if he tried to run, after all that she wasn't letting him get away. She didn't even notice that her left wrist was still bleeding slightly, and so was her face. Ambrose finally got his sight back into focus and looked over as he still smelt the woman and she sighed not sure if he could fight her any more or not. 4

"Don't move." says Merewen as she looks down at his open eyes. 5

Ambrose looked at her "Fine." he says as he stays still and looks at her "hat are you going to do with me?" 6

"Not sure, usually I end up killing the ones I want." says Merewen, as she reaches out and wipes some more blood of his face, seeing if he would flinch. Ambrose didn't flinch however he just watched her waiting for the perfect time to run. "Don’t even think about running, wolf boy." says Merewen as she stands and rips the bottom half of her left pants leg to match the other side. "I should take your money, you ruined my clothing." says Merewen as she growls slightly. 7

"I don't have any money.' he said as he sat up a little. 8

"Well how about your pretty little sword?" says Merewen as she moves to grab the handle of his sword. 9

Ambrose sighed "Take it. “ 10

Merewen smiles and takes the sword into her hand. "It's a nice piece of junk." she says as she slashes the air a few times with it. Swords where never really her thing. 11

Ambrose sighed "Thanks." he said as he stood. 12

"Sit back down." she growls as she moves the swords towards his throat. "You are wounded." she growls. 13

Ambrose sat back down "And you’re the one who wounded me, you have my sword and that is all I have besides my cloak14

"Well then you should listen to me, cause I could kill you easily." she growls as she takes stabs the sword into the dirt, and grabs her whip. "I'm going to get food, and your going to stay here whether you won't to or not." she says as she kneels next to him and pulls his arms behind him. 15

Ambrose sighed "Yes ma'am." Merewen smirks as she ties his arms tightly behind him, making sure to pressure his shoulder wounds. 16

She whispers into his ear. "Just a little reminder that I could kill you." 17

Ambrose groaned in pain "Thanks, not that I needed it or anything." Merewen smirks as she stands and walks away from him, even if he ran she could still chase him, his scent would be easy to follow. She sniffs, smelling a deer she jumps into the trees and begins the hunt of a beautiful doe. Ambrose smiled as he seen that she left the sword behind and he scooted over to it and cut through the whip and grabbed his sword and cloak and ran as fast as he could away from there thinking that he had gotten away.18

Merewen pounces the deer as it lands to graze, smiling she carries it back to where she left Ambrose, but he wasn't there. "The jerk, he'll regret this." she says as she sniffs the air easily picking up his scent which was amplified by his blood. Ambrose was a good ways away from where the woman had left him and he had put his cloak back on now and had continued his quest to get away from his father unaware that his father wasn't the only one looking for him. Merewen follows his scent flying at a ground eating sprint. 19

Ambrose had made it to the nearby town and was looking for a place to stay as he didn't have any money with him and didn't want anyone to see him so that his father wouldn't know that he passed through this way. Merewen stops as she sees him enter a town. She smirks and waits to see what he would do. Ambrose sighed as he headed for a nearby stable and found a clean patch of hay and lay down in it his eyes starting to close already as he was tired and although the hay wasn't the luxurious bed that he was used to sleeping in it still felt good to his tired body. Merewen sees him walking into the stable, smiling she walks slowly towards the stable, ignoring the stares from the human villagers. She gently climbed up to a window and landed inside the stable with a soft thud. Ambrose was now asleep and didn't know that he was being hunted and had been found. Merewen smirks as she sees him lying in the hay. Her smirk turns to a smile as she approaches him, her claws extended. He would pay for disobeying her. Her eyes changed to a dark orange almost red color as she kneeled next to him. 20