death won't severe our bond

he sound of rushing water flooded her ears. it roared, screamed, and wailed at her - demanding her attention. and yet, those screams seemed all too familiar. it was also haunting, how the sound of water crumbling down a mountain sounded so similar to the agonizing howls that emanated from her very own jowls.

then her eyes snapped open.

seemingly blooming from a beautiful blue tulip, emerged the princess. her tired body pried itself seamlessly from its cocoon, her groggy eyes rolling over the new landscape. not once did it click that she was in a new domain - let alone that she just *came from a gigantic flower*. all she could think about was him. his face, the way his eyes found her own before he was slaughtered. after that, it was red. red as a blood moon. red as the blood that coursed through her very veins. red as the knot that swallowed her heart as the night replayed in her mind.

it was debilitating, truthfully.

staggering, rhayne groaned as she tried to drown out the sounds of the waterfall. her eyes wielded themselves shut, her body crumbling to the floor as her paws moved to cover her ears.

"*please*," she begged on the brink of tears. "please, stop." her voice was weak, a pleasing whisper.

as if hearing her prayer, the voices that have plagued her since that day eased in the back of mind, settling into a familiar discomfort.

finally able to breathe, rhayne took a moment to take in the scene around her. settled in the heart of what seemed to be a jungle, the princess scoffed in disbelief. "that fucking asshole," she growled. "he must have drugged and ditched me!" the huff that left her lips could curdle even the freshest of milk, she was so annoyed. first she had night terrors, and now this brutish man brought her to some god forsaken island and left her! how did he even *manage* to dump her on an island? ugh! not that it mattered. she would find him, gut him till he saw stars, and then would weave him back together. "freaking idiot."

noticing he didn't even leave her with any herbs, she vowed to beat the man straight when and if she found him.
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  decadent sky blue eyes shot towards that shrill irritating voice. it grated against her skull like nails upon rocks, so deep and gutteral to the point it made her want to scream. he was this agitating little voice inside her head that she couldn't get out. or rather, wouldn't. he was a friend, a dear, well loved friend, by a man she can no longer remember without tears flooding her eyes. and it was due to that unbreakable bond, that the woman vowed to take care of him. to mend him back to health and ensure he kept living. even if she could care less about him, he was now her last remaining bond to her home and past. wayward, that cheeky and irritating bastard, was all she had left.

  "shut your trap," the princess barked. ebony pupils dilated into slits as her eyes bore into him. "the fuck did you do to land us here? what did you put in my food to be so... so.." rhayne fumbled for her words, her brows etching an emotion of rage mixed with confusion, "so fucking incompetent!" she roared. an invisible aura began to emanate from her slim frame while her eyes darkened, "take me home, now. please." the jungle was beautiful, but she needed to get home. even if home didn't want her anymore. even if she approached her borders, the ones she would one day rule, would slaughter her... she still wanted to go home. home meant her bones being buried next to her lovers.
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  those words. free folk. they sounded so foreign, but so familiar at the same time. it was odd. rhayne was not naive enough to believe wolves would volunteer themselves to the pits. she was fully aware of what and who those wolves were. but it made her uncomfortable. wayward was a free folk now as well, so why would he say such things in such a peculiar connotation.

  taking a moment to blink, the silken woman merely stared at the brute. harsh words, but he wasn't wrong. the man was a lot of things, and a wizard was not one of them. so they got here some other method. had they died? is this some odd version of heaven? in all truthfulness, she never imagined the place to appear as a jungle. the humidity was awful but the scenery was pleasant. beautiful, even. could he be here?

  flashing the man a glowering glare, she released a huff in defiance. "no need to be an asshole," she retorted. no point in arguing with the man, they were here now. "where are we, exactly? visiting a jungle was not on my schedule." wayward probably had no idea, but he seemed to have awoken earlier than she did. surely she could assume he's met another, or figured something out. but it also wouldn't surprise her if he doesnt understand context clues.
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