Clarissa Osark

I flew at speeds that surprised even me as my passenger continued to flail uncontrollably. I didn't give a shit about him or his comfort. I needed Cici to be safe. That's all that mattered. The distance we traveled towards the town in the distance was ate up far faster than any car I'd ever rode in. I don't know how long it took to get there, but it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes. Even still, Cici had been taken from me roughly 4 hours ago, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what she was dealing with.

The town was no directly below me, and no one even seemed to notice, given how high up I was. This fucker wouldn't stop screaming, and that doubled in volume as I held him out in front of me by one loose tendril around his leg.

"WHERE?" I shouted over him, and screeched in fear.

He pointed a shakey finger down, and looking in that direction, I spotted a large square building that reminded me of a warehouse back on Earth.

"I swear..." I growled, and he yelped.

"I promise! They are all there! The auction was supposed to start a little while after we left, but it might not have yet! They should all still be there, and your girl too!" He said, and I could actually tell he was being truthful, but that wasn't going to save him. I descended towards the building.

I didn't know exactly where people were inside from all the way up here, so smashing through the roof seemed like a terrible idea. The air screamed around me as I fell at greater and greater speeds, and I'm pretty sure this asshole with me passed out. Now, there were people looking up towards the sky, towards the speeding missle that was me, cutting through the air so fast the wind whined around me.

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Clarissa Osark was furious, and this time, her father had gone too far. Capturing the beastfolk and selling them off like cattle? I was inhumane, unacceptable, and she wouldn't stand for it.

"LET ME IN AT ONCE!" She yelled at the counter to this sham of an auction, but the man shook his head.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but you are strictly prohibited from entering... on your father's orders." He said, and Clarissa snarled at him.

"This isn't right! You can't do this to people!" She yelled, and this guy just shrugged.

"Baron's orders. Besides, according to him, they aren't really people, so we can." He said, and there was a hint of a smug smile on his face.

"THIS IS-" She said, but was cut off.

*BOOM*

The ground shook violently as it felt like a building had collapsed near by.

"What was that??" Clarissa asked, and looked towards the door where the guard was stepping outside.

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I struck the ground with extreme force, the stone ground around me flying up into thousands of small shards, debris dust covering me as I looked up, and towards the auction house. I walked forward, dragging my now awake again passenger with me. The door to the auction house suddenly opened as I was only a few feet from it, and a man in heavy armor stepped outside.

"What the hell was that... noise..." He asked, then paused as the dust settled, and saw me stalking forward, dragging the screaming and flailing man behind me.

"Move." I said, my tone brooking no argument.

"HALT! DON'T COME ANY-" He said, but I smacked him away with a tendril, sending him flying into a storefront to the left of the auction house. He didn't listen. His mistake.

Putting my hands on the door, I shoved them open with such force that they tore off of the hinges, and fell to the floor below withca large crash. The inside kinda reminded me of some kind of waiting room, with a desk on one side of another large door. There were also a good number of people inside here, and they all froze as I walked inside.

"Where are the slaves?" I asked, and from the looks of people's faces, they must have gathered that I was the cause for all of the noise and destruction.

"You- you can't be in here? Where is the- wait, George, is that you?" The man behind the counter asked, and I pulled the asshole forward, and threw him on the ground in front of me. I pissed, tired of waiting, and needed everyone to understand that listening to me was in their best interests.

"KEL! LISTEN TO HIM! DO WHATEVER HE SAYS! HE'LL KILL-" George was saying, until my foot crashed into his head, smashing it like a pumpkin, and sending bone, brains, and blood flying in all directions.

This man, Kel, flinched and fell back, screaming as I brained his acquaintance right before his eyes. My eyes were cold, and I'd realized that I had changed a bit, a least in the way I acted. Or maybe it was just who I was, but could never do anything about my life since I was a weak and dying husk. Needless to say, my patience was at its end.

"WHERE ??" I yelled, and everyone in the room yelped, falling on to their asses, and began screaming and crying for their lives. All but one.

It was a very attractive black haired human woman, and looked to be around my age. She had very delicate features for one so nicely dressed, and had more of that cute and funny look than the hot and sexy I would have expected from someone where such expensive looking clothes. A smooth and symmetrical face, slightly angular but in all of the right ways, and a small pointed nose that was actually cute.

"W-what do you plan to do with the slaves?" She asked, her voice trembling, but she stood tall despite that.

"Who are you?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"I- I-" She said, and the frustration must have shown on my face that I was not in the mood, "I'm... Clarissa Osark... I'm the... Baron's daughter."

A flash of anger went through my eyes at hearing that, and it made her gulp audibly. I stepped forward. The baron...

"So, you and your family, you're the ones that are stealing innocent people from their homes? You tried to kill me, and you took someone I care about." I said, tendrils shooting out of my back.

Her eyes went wide, and she began to back up. People around me began to scream. Some ran out of the blasted off doors behind me, while others wre simply too scared to even move. I was sure a brigade or something would be here momentarily to deal with me, but they wouldn't stop me. I was getting Cici back, and that was all there was to it. The girl, this Clarissa, put up her hands, and the pleading look in her eyes wasn't self serving or selfish like I was used to from the rest of these pricks.

"No! Please! I didn't want this. My family has done wrong, and has went too far! I admit that, but I came here to try and do something about this! It's wrong!" She said hurriedly, and that made me stop in my tracks.

I didn't know how or why I knew, but I could tell she was being truthful. My tendrils disappeared back into my flesh, and I gestured to the large doors behind her.

"Are they in there?" I asked, a bit softer this time, and she looked at me with a different expression in her eyes.

"So... are you here to save them?" She asked, and I nodded.

"I'm setting them free, but I'm looking for someone in particular. Maybe you've seen her. Cat features, white hair, white ears, white tail, incredibly beautiful..." I trailed off as the pain in my chest increased.

"I saw a couple people like that... oh, yes! One was an older woman, and one was younger. She looked around my age." She said, and my heart lept into my chest.

"That has to be her. Cici!" I said, leaping for the doors, and Clarissa fell out of the way with a yelp.

I brought my foot back, and kicked down the doors, and what I saw made my skin itch. I clenched my fists as black energy began to pour out of me. The scene before me unleashed more rage than I could have possibly imagined feeling, and when a pair of green cat eyes met mine, and I roared in fury.