Ariel would not find Lord Martin inside his carriage when she was presented there, but that did not stop the two women from thrusting the girl inside, locking her chain within and seeing she could not get into any trouble. The unfortunate twin she had bit, moved in in attempts to snatch the cat from her.

"No animals inside," she hissed, wondering why or how she had even gotten such a filthy animal after all that the girl had gone through.

She fought like a wildcat hissing, scratching, and biting even more the moment they moved to take Night from her. "Touch him and Owlet'll kill you and feast on your innards," she stated coldly. Ariel licked her lips and clicked her teeth as an added effect hopping that it would drive the twins away to leave her and Night in peace.

The twins were taken aback. They both looked her over and then to themselves.

"Very well. Lord Martin will just see the flea bag out himself." And as they both sneered down at the young woman, one added, "We'll leave you then. The master will be in to see you soon."
And outside of the little caravan car they left, with Night pressing into Owlet as his tail swished back and forth.

A noise outside the window indicated Lord Martin was in fact very close, and the sound of a chain clattering could be heard as he was guiding Ravin to his cage. Night had been fast approaching, but their silhouettes were evident now by the moonlight, and with an echoing clank, Ravin was sealed into his cage and Lord Martin, grunting with a huff as he went about securing the lock.

He said something to Ravin, but at the distance Owlet was, it could not be heard. Then he moved away and towards his private room, his heavy foot falls evident before he paused and swung open the door.

Ariel ran soothing hands through the cat's fur. However, who she really was trying to calm was a mystery to her. The moment the heinous women had left she had tried yanking against her tethers but they did nothing save to further bruise her skin. Now as she listened to Lord Martin's approach though she tucked herself into a small shape in the furthest corner from the door as if to avoid notice.

Black slick boots stepped heavily into the room, halting just a pace inside as Lord Martin glanced around. Though the room was small, the fact he couldn't see her at first caught him off guard. But following the lines of her tethers made his eyes grow dark as he took a hold of it, and gave a heavy yank.

"Out of the corner girl and out of the dirt!" And he jerked the chains towards the bed.
"Get onto your feet so I can have a look at you."

She stumbled and choked at the yanking. Her feet dug into the floor though the moment she was able to get her bearings. Ariel even hunched over close to the floor as if hurt while she gently put down Night and moved him to a place in the corner where he would not be as easily seen.

"Don't wish to be seen," she spat back at the man.

"Yes, a dirty little thing such as yourself would be embarrassed of all the mud and scratches and bruises marring your form. Now come here," and he gave another firm tug at the chain, nostrils flaring as he looked down at her from his beak like nose. And once she was close enough, a pudgy hand moved forward, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her head to look left and right while he examined her face. And when he withdrew, it was only momentarily before he raised a hand to back hand her, hoping to send the little animal girl onto the bed.

"First thing for you to learn, little one, is NOT to talk back to your master."

Ariel snarled and spat, fighting like a wild woman the moment she was within range of him. His vile touch my have sent her neck cracking with the force of her head being thrown to the side but it was not enough to completely knock her off her feet. She staggered, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of his bed but then she was using that kick herself back off it and at him. Ariel would show him the true meaning of a cornered animal if he so much as let her get within clawing distance of him.

Lord Martin let out a scowl, because he was foolish and had infact, remained close enough that the girl could retaliate.
"Little bitch!" he snapped, and jerked her chain so hard he hoped she choked!

The collar once more choked her causing her to cough and gag as she swayed and staggered on her feet, unable to keep her balance. Ariel fell to her knees before him, completely winded and unable to gather her wits about her as she fought, red-faced to bring fresh air back into her surprised lungs.

"Off your feet, little wench!" he seethed, and gave an upwards jerk on the chain, and tried to more or less lift her up from the floor and throw her towards the bed, his form dominating not only in size, but darkness.

Again she choked and clawed at the collar as she was dragged and tossed about as if she were nothing more than a filthy rag doll. The notion that she was not strong enough to defend herself brought tears to her eyes that had nothing to do with her struggles for air. She landed heavily on the bed too weak to move even as the darkness folded in around her on all sides.

And what happened next was a blur of shadows and red. The door being thrown open might not have been heard by them since it coincided with Owlet being thrown onto the bed. But the pair were not alone, and the noises came from a grieved young man who could more or less be considered an animal in the moment, as Lord Martin screamed until he dropped, and when he did, Ravin turned to her with a savage look in his eyes, while his skin shimmered with fresh, hot blood.

Ariel froze the moment that the monster was torn off her and air flooded back into her lungs. By the time Raven was finished, her mind was still processing what had just taken place but she was sitting up with one hand clutched to her burning throat. His feral gaze doused her in a cold sweat that set her hairs on end.

In an attempt to escape his ire, she curled in on herself trying to appear as small and insignificant as possible, although her eyes did not once leave his for fear that he would spring at her the moment that she did.

Still wild, still feral, the demon-like boy wasted no time. His bloodied hand moved forward, clutching hers as he yanked her from the bed, and only when the cold air would touch their skins would either begin to sober and realize what was going on.

He could feel his collar hum- the pain excruciating every stride they ran, but he wasn't about to go back to that Hell, and though his legs and lungs equally burned- he would not stop his run. Beast or man- or perhaps something inbetween, Ravin was at least aware of the primal need to be free.

She gasped in shock, unable to make another sound as the air was forcefully compressed from her lungs and she was made to run as if she were the wind. For several moments she felt as if she were made of clouds, and it was only as the rhythmic pounding and jarring of her feet upon the cool soil that she realized she was running.

Quickly Ariel worked to locate where they were among the fast-paced terrain before urging her companion, whose hand was surprisingly clasped about her own, into veering away from his seemingly random direction and towards one she recognized. "Trust me," she whispered to him and herself as she sought to lose any would-be followers and find her way home.

They shared a bond, unspoken, but true, and he would follow her to hell in that moment if she tried. Though the further they ran, the more piercing the pain became, until blood began to seep from his ears, and nose.

Only once Ariel was sure that she could not hear their captors did she finally drag her companion up a large tree with her as quick as a squirrel. Her heart beat heavily within her chest like a metal drum causing a painful ringing in her ears and a burning in her throat from its throbbing beat. It was then that she noticed his suffering, nearly crying out in surprise and giving away their location. "How?" she questioned harshly, even as she attempted to mop up the blood that refused to cease flowing.

He was nearly as nimble as she, his body light and lithe from years in his cage, but also strong- from years of becoming a mutated circus act. He had been ignorant of the blood until he heard her gasp, and he felt the tickling of it running down his neck. He swiped the back of his wrist beneath his nose and looked down to see the redness of blood.

Slowly, he lifted a hand to trace over the metal of his collar, feeling the hummed warning of its power trying to call him back. Somehow he was fighting it, the hold it had on him, the ability to move forward, to sprint free....

But he could see the costs now, and what the pain was doing to him. But he had no idea what to even think of this conundrum as he turned to look over at Owl as she was floundering in her attempts to clean up his bloody mess.

Ariel hissed under her breath in despair as his blood made her hands slick and yet still refused to cease its flow. Seeing his touch to his collar she decisively attempted to latch onto it and give it a mighty tug in hopes of somehow breaking it. Instead all she managed to do was yank him against her and throw herself off balance as she stumbled backwards, her bloody hand slipping right off the warm metal as if she was trying to grasp water.