Bond Established

*TOWP!

'It hit, I'm finished! I'm finished!!' Vrabam yelled within, waiting for the moment something would—

"Wait, how was he going to get me down from here anyway." He muttered, as his right paw unconsciously went to his chin while the left was folded and supported the elbow of the other, being in deep thoughts.

When the next second, he noticed he couldn't feel the wall at his back anymore. "Huh?" He meowed, turning his head to look back only to find himself a feet away from it. Unawares, one of his hind legs lost balance, sliding way from the little space he'd stood on. To sum it all up, Vrabam found himself falling and this time round, he wasn't going with his back first.

He could see the ground drawing closer with each passing second, and his legs coming together as he approached. At least, I'll finally land on my—"

*BLAM!

He could have bet that he tasted bile in his mouth, probably shooting all the way up. For he had failed once again, and going with his back first would have been better. As landing right on his belly, Vrabam surely was regretting choosing to copy a cat from the beginning. He should have chosen that one, whatever it was with its tongue sticking out and always wagging it's tail for a reason he couldn't tell. Maybe that would have been better, though it didn't have sharp retractable claws— a disadvantage though.

'The guard! He– he should be here.' The panic set in once again, imagining a hand grabbing him and tossing him into the mouth of the beast, to the extent he could currently even hear it's growls also. Slowly, the feline instincts took over, as he became more of a cat than a Divinity with each passing minute.

"Huuuuh?" Something suddenly appeared in his line of sight. It glowed a yellow hue at its butt, while the rest of it body remained normal. Curious and spellbounded to it, Vrabam found himself on his feet again. Forgetting about the pain or whatever it was and now following the flying insect. He focused on getting a good view of it, studying each and every part of it. Simply moving in any direction it went, he didn't realize it when he suddenly hit something hard with his head, causing him to topple over.

*TAP!

A liquid substance hit him right at the back of his neck, followed by a sound like a growl which startled him for a second. His paw rubbing and grooming his head from the previous injury, Vrabam looked up only to be perplexed by what he was seeing.

'He fell asleep again?' 

Leaning against a wooden pillar, while hugging his spear with his mouth open and drooling over. A guard shrouded in a white and gold armour bearing the colours of the NobleHouse Elmore could be seen. He was so deeply into the embrace of sleep that when Vrabam went to give his leg a tug, to verify— the guard didn't seem a bit affected. However, looking up at him, the fact that the guard who was awake and on duty moments ago, had fallen asleep. 'The beads of sweat did hit him so how? It was simply too fast right.' Vrabam wondered, when— 

*TOW!

Another drop of the same liquid reached him once again. Yet this time round, it precisely fell straight into his open mouth. "Heavens, pfft pttah, pfffft." His paws were now rubbing off on his tongue, disgusted by the fact that he knew where it had come from and what it was. 

"Ugh, I'm a divinity not this thing."

Fed up and without a thought, he began to transform. A golden light shrouding him and by the time it's intensity reached the guard, causing him to wake up this time round. The light had disappeared, as buzzing right past his face, was a firefly with a golden abdomen brighter than ten fireflies combined.

Reaching the window frame, he got a good view at it and seeing his claw marks did nothing— he resulted to finding an alternative in. Catching his reflection on the glass of the window almost flying away. Vrabam noticed how bright his abdomen was, being a dead giveaway as he wasn't up for drawing any attention.

So trying to recall whether seeing the previous fly turn its lights off while studying it, there was nothing of any sort. Therefore, devising a way to go about it, being just half a meter above the window's sill. He stilled his wings, giving gravity wheels. For dropping and aiming his abdomen downwards, upon crashing down a sheering pain shot up through him. However glancing at the window, the golden light was still on. 

"Ugh, isn't it the same as the fire torches." Frustrated, Vrabam was back in the air hovered wobbly, as if he'd mistakenly fallen into a glass of wine. Still glowing brightly, he made the decision to first focus on getting inside the room and would deal with it later on. Thus, buzzing forward he'd check around the mansion for a way into Zlatan's room without catching anyone's eyes.

**********

The creaking of the bedroom door as it closed shut behind the figure echoed throughout the room. The figure confidently approaching the bedside this time round. Her sapphire eyes which seemed illuminated in.tge darkness, burned with excitement. For soon, Thelma now stood near, and took her seat on the bed. As it was large enough to accommodate her full body also. Thus making herself comfortable on it, she now lay beside Zlatan, having a wide smile up her face.

Turning to look at the young figure beside her, his body still like a log. Her hand, went straight for his face and precisely his puffy cheeks as she spoke. "Always wanted to pinch you like this, meatloaf— heh." 

"I wonder how it'll feel dying so young and naive. No chance to have your memorable first times. And just when you almost got one from me, it got taken from you too. Such a poor little big thing." Thelma said, her gaze on the figure and full of pity. "How about a treat before the kill. Bet You'd agree right?" 

She sat up on the bed and reaching for the tray on the table, she placed it on her lap and began to rip the skin off them. With each bite, she soiled her lips with oil and pieces of meat. Also taking it in chunks and continuously stuffing up her mouth, before she gulped down.

 "You see, we really do, have lots in common." Thelma said through a mouth full of both pork and chicken meat. "We love meat, mm." She licked her finger tips, then grabbed another as there were about only three to four now remaining already.

"Yet, you get fat." Thelma reached to poke his inflated belly. "Buh I don't, that's the difference— I could eat a mountain and not gain an ounce of fat."

*CRAC– CRAK– CRACRACK!

The bones didn't get any shred of mercy from her, having stronger teeth than spiritualists who'd had every part of their bodies enhanced. 

*BURP!

"Mm, so satisfying. Wasn't that a heavy one, you can't compete I bet." Thelma remarked, depositing the tray back on the table.

"Now how do I finish you off anyway."