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He was still bashing his skull against the stone as he listened he realized that he would need this. But he looked at her and realized what they had done! He then punched the stone with his own fist until it bled and the stone cracked. He was angry beyond all anger!

"Caelen did they rape you?" He asked looking at her in the face ignoring her look of dismay, he wanted to find and KILL THEM if they had. He would take Lodorsk to find them if he needed to, he would find them then tear them apart.

The sight of his anger was not doing Caelen much good. He was furious, and her only thought was that he was furious at her. Her own anger being nigh nonexistent, she couldn't understand it. Other than it was anger that often led to the abuse so many turns ago. And the Flight had dredged up every memory she had thought buried deep. And though Lodor had controlled himself, had backed off when she broke away, she still feared him in those moments, watching him beat himself and punch the stone she had used for support. When it cracked, all Caelen could think about was what it could do to her skin, how easily it could break her. No, Caelen was in no state of mind to reason.

Her ice eyes, looking more pale, pale grey with the fear that lightened them, kept casting around her, searching for an escape. But even in the open space where she stood, she could not find a place to run. Lodor would catch her no matter where she fled. He was taller, stronger. Could easily overpower her once he caught her. The thoughts terrified her, but not nearly as much as the question he next asked.

"Caelen did they rape you?" he asked. It was such a simple question, a simple 'yes' or 'no' to answer it. But Caelen found herself speechless, her eyes unable to look away from his for the anger in them. Unconsciously, she took a small step back, feeling her body shivering. They had done so much more than rape her, she wanted to scream at him. They had stolen everything from her. Her will, her anger, her laugh...everything. And now they were taking her sanity as she watched Lodor's anger turn on her, its heat almost a visible thing. And she could not escape it.

Her breathing was ragged as she watched him, her throat choked with tears she had long ago shed, her pulse flickering in the vein of her throat. But even through her paralyzing fear, she somehow managed to break her eyes away, to look at the ground between them. Anywhere but his furious eyes. And in that span of time, that mere moment she had the will to break away, she whispered one word, barely audible even had Lodor been standing right next to her. But the look of resignation in her shoulders, the slight shaking of her hands, even if Lodor could not hear it, he would know the simple answer.

"Yes."

Lodor glared at the dirt, he then closed the space between them in a few short steps. When he closed he smiled lovingly almost like a father, he wanted to comfort her after the crime that was comitted. He smiled and looked at her with a caring that she was probably not use to.

"Caelen, make me a promise. NEVER go near flights again until you are older. Even then make sure we are together, you make it so easy for me to control those primal urges." Lodor smiled at her waited to see if she would look up into his now icy cold eyes. He would begin a man hunt to find those bastards! He would teach them a lesson about hurting women expecially this young of a girl.

"Please Caelen look at me." He begged as he lowered himself to her level of vision he wanted her to love him someday. But now was not the time.

As he drew near, Caelen felt her knees go weak, wanting to collapse beneath her so she could bury into the earth and hide. Hide from his anger. From her own fear. Even as Lodor closed the distance between them, her knees finally gave out and she knelt in the open, Lodor standing above her. She could hear his words, but she didn't understand them. Not at first. Not with the residual lust of the Run still pounding through her veins. Her body yearned for touch, the touch of a male, confident and strong, but her mind was not ready. All of her careful walls would come crashing down. As if they hadn't already. She felt raw, exposed. It was as if all of her senses were heightened by the need in her body. She could Lodor's breath on her face as he knelt as well, making his eyes come to her level. She could hear the many tones of his voice, the distant thump of claws on stone of the Running whers, the lapping of water on the lakeshore. She could taste her own fear in her mouth, the dryness it left in her throat. She could smell sweat, dirt, and the musk that only came from whers.

"Please Caelen, look at me."

Finally, those words broke through her panicked state, her spiraling mind. Almost against her will, her ice blue eyes looked up, meeting his cold gaze. Somehow, his smile--no doubt meant to be comforting--only offset her further, looking cruel when paired with the fury in his eyes. A shiver passed down her spine and she had to look away, trying to hide her natural reaction to flinch away from his anger.

"I-I can't, Lodor," she said at last, her voice high and frightened. "I'm 19 turns....Caelsk....Caelsk will Chase!" Which terrified her more than anything. He would grow, and when a female chose to Run, he would chase after her. That was just instinctual. When she spoke, she managed to look up at him, despite the coldness of his eyes. "I...I..." Her throat did not want to cooperate. Her mouth worked to form words she could not say. As she took in a deep shaky breath, a look of pain, pain such as only deep betrayal can cause crossed her face before she hid it from him by looking back down, at her hands shaking in her lap.

"They'll find me," she said in a whisper, the only voice she could manage. "They'll find me here and...I..." she couldn't say it. She couldn't say the pain they would cause her. Shaking her head violently, Caelen tried to master herself. But the lust still claimed part of her mind, still fed upon her fear and pain. Had she not shed them long ago, tears would have been streaming down her eyes. But she had none left. Not for 7 turns had she cried. She looked up at Lodor once more, forcing herself to meet his cold gaze, shivering from it even as she looked to him for comfort. The lust wanted so much more than simple touch, but it would be satisfied with it. Her mind might not be ready, but her body yearned for it. "Please, Lodor," she asked of him, not even sure what she asked. Her expression was one of unadulterated fear, her breathing ragged. She looked like one who woke from a bad dream without someone to hold her when she startled awake, to tell her it was safe. She needed someone, even though she didn't know why. "Please..."

"I will be there when they come. Caelen I will kill them if they come near so will Lodorsk." Lodor then slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began to whisper a little song his own mother used to calm him. He would not allow her to be hurt ever again, he would not allow the men who had wronged her to come near her again.

"Caelen what do you really want? I can give it but only if you are willing." Lodor told her looking at the girl with love in his eyes they were beginning to get their loving look agian the fire he had.

As Lodor wrapped his arms around her, Caelen let herself be pulled into his embrace. Her voice had stopped working after practically begging to Lodor, refusing to say more of her fears. They were hers, and hers alone. She did not need to burden him with them. His angry words sent a shiver of fear up her spine, though she knew she didn't have to fear him. He wouldn't hurt her. Not that way. Still shivering slightly, Caelen leaned into Lodor's embrace, yearning for the comfort and safety it offered. Never before had she been held like this, never by a man, never to comfort. It was something totally foreign to her, but at the same time so intimate. To be held, a soft song in her ears, easing her shaking, it was a balm to Caelen's raw nerves.

"Caelen what do you really want? I can give it but only if you are willing."

That brought her eyes up, icy depths lighting once with fear before calming at the sight of an unfamiliar warmth in Lodor's gaze. The anger he had felt was gone, replaced by something Caelen could not describe. She looked away quickly, feeling as if her soul were laid bare to those warm eyes. She felt dirty compared to them, her very being tarnished by her past. But she had to answer. What did she want? The vestiges of lust told her she wanted him, intimately and completely. But her fragile sanity said otherwise. She wanted comfort. Safety. Freedom.

"Take me..." She swallowed quickly, managing to look up at Lodor. "Take me away?" she asked him, wanting to be someplace besides the dark entrapping tunnels. "Someplace light, open." There she could recover her mind could banish the memories to the dark again. And she wanted Lodor to be there, beside her, holding her.

"Very well lets go to the upper part the bowl perhaps this will lead to your opening your mind." Lodor looked at the girl and hoped that she was ok with what he wanted. She would hopefully allow him to at least relieve the stress in his groin, he was having to fight to his inner urge to just have sex but she was there.

"Come on Caelen," he picked her up and took her to the Bowl perhaps there they would be able to calm down. He needed to at least have a few moments to relieve that tension.

The Bowl. Yes. The Bowl was open. Too bad dawn was not for many hours yet. But the moons were bright. That offered some comfort. As Lodor picked her up, Caelen's natural reaction was to curl on herself, away from the body that held her. But something kept her from doing that. Instead, she leaned her head on Lodor's shoulder, eyes actually closing for the short minutes it took to get to the Bowl. To her, they seemed ages. She could hear his pulse in his body, could feel the warmth of him. That part of her mind dominated by the Runlust wanted more, much more. But for now, her cautious awareness was able to keep a tentative control, letting her simply stay in his arms, body continuing to lose its shivering the further he carried her. She could feel instantly as they reached the Bowl. The feeling of tightness in her chest eased as the Caverns ended and open sky soared above them. She couldn't help but shiver once as a cool breeze came off the lake curling a little tighter into Lodor's arms.

"Thank you," she managed to say quietly, her voice a whisper to hide the need in it. The Runlust demanded release, but part of her only wanted comfort. Intimacy frightened that part, only remembering the pain intimacy had caused her in the past. She didn't know that the pain had been intentional, was not normal. She didn't know intimacy could be...gentle.