The pitch hued femme, now fresh into adulthood, now had to take responsibilities like all the other adults in Hawthorne did. Drevis, although a sister to Lucaya, was not given any slack just because of familial relations. The lass knew Lucaya, the sister she looked up to, was certainly not the biggest fan of their mother, Kanaya. Drevis was born as an exact copy of Kanaya, and that possibly may be affecting the possible relation Drevis and Lucaya could have. Her emerald eyes looked down as she lay in her own den, before directing their gaze to just outside at the sky was turning to dusk. Lucaya had asked Drevis to watch over Phobus, the prisoner of Hawthorne. He had supposedly took Wisteria as his own, in the sense of repopulation, after her marriage to Helius, which was to connect both Dawnshire and Hawthorne. Drevis sneered just thinking about it. What wolf in their own sane mind would do that? But now, the lass had to go watch outside of his to eventually be tomb, a cave covered by a giant stone that took multiple wolves to move upon.

Her black stilts found their way to the holding place of Phobus. Lucaya had assured Drevis that she would be fine and safe while guarding Phobus, but a sense of dread and anxiety ran through her veins. What if it was not okay? The lass attempted to calm herself as she paced outside of Phobus’s holding place, her crimson-colored skirt sticking out amongst the rest of her bodice, a sturdy frame, but the owner of it was frail, mentally weak. Her sister Aya was the one responsible for that, constantly taunting Drevis to her hearts content. Drevis was slowly able to calm herself down…and just as she did…a very large male leapt out at her, snarling and menacingly moving closer. Drevis’s emerald eyes expressed legitimate fear as the male spoke and pushed her into the mountain wall behind her. "Stay here, don't move, and don't scream. Or I'll f---ing rip those pretty little wings off you and kill you after I let my men have their way with you." Drevis felt her legs become weak, almost instantly dropping to the ground and silently sobbing.

Although she could not quite see what was going on, since her eyes were filled with tears, Drevis heard this male push the giant rock, thus letting Phobus free. Drevis froze, the water from her ears stopping shortly after. No… she thought, scared more than ever. The crimson skirted lass felt the ground shake slightly as the dire wolf approached her once more, commanding her ”Climb. You’re coming with me too.” Drevis slowly stood up, and the adrenaline and pure fear running through her veins somehow allowed her to follow his command, despite her feeling engulfed in fright. She was not quite sure for how long she had walked, but she did notice the change in scenery, that to more of a snowy tundra. …Tarben… she thought, her body tensing slightly as that realization hit. Beartooth would surely see that in her tail as he walked behind them, directing them where to go.

It was a few moments later that the giant male spoke. ”Here is good. You, what is your relationship to the crown. And what do they call you? I won’t hurt you, only if you stay and do as you’re told.” Drevis gulped, her emerald eyes failing to meet his cyan ones. Surely that was too frightening, this man stood much taller than she, and surely was much stronger and could kill her in any moment. Drevis attempted to speak, her words much softer than they normally would be, in addition to shakier. ”…S-s-sis-ster, and-d, D-d-drevis.” She then turned her head away as Beartooth began to speak to Phobus, but kept her ears pointed and alert. A very small sneer hit her lips as this male talked about his plans, the sneer staying to the side of her maw that the dire wolf would not see. Drevis was not that air headed. She thought before she acted.

When Beartooth looked back, Drevis turned her head back forward, her ears orienting with it too. Her emerald eyes did not look over to Phobus whatsoever, nor, met those cyan eyes of her kidnapper. But she still listened as he introduced himself and talked more about the laws with Phobus. Her eyes widened upon Beartooth’s first words: ”In these lands, you are able to claim any woman you wish to have...” A low, but audible gulp came from Drevis, her eyes remaining wide and her body feeling much heavier, including her insect wings, which normally felt very light. She kept her head down until she felt Beartooth’s gaze land back on her, to when she attempted to collect herself, looking back at Beartooth, still yet refraining from eye contact. ”I can trust him. I cannot trust you, not yet. I'm smarter than that. You will be allowed to roam Tarben and Tarben only, but you must have Wendigo in your company. I will summon him to you once we get further inland.” Drevis’s head nodded slightly in understanding. What else was she to expect from a kidnapping? The femme noticed a nod from Beartooth, directing the two to continue, from which Drevis immediately complied. Drevis, as much of a shell she felt like sometimes, did not want to die.

Despite the minimal freedom she was being given, she would be under the watch at all times of this ‘Wendigo’ character. Beartooth spoke again, Drevis’s ears only orienting as he addressed her. ”Young lass, I hope that you like it here. I'm not heartless, and I will not harm you. But I will not allow your escape either. I want my brothers back here for their crimes, and you are the key to that since Lucaya has not yet turned them over.” Drevis held back the urge to roll her eyes…surely Phobus would have seen if she did, and who knows, maybe the alpha of Tarben would be able to sense it? It was then Phobus spoke, to which she turned her head to the side. She did not care what he had to say. Once Phobus had finished speaking, Drevis spoke, fear overtaking her vocal cords rather than the cold tone she had wished to let out, but this time, her words were not stuttered. “I don’t know who your brothers are.”

The crimson skirted lass only spoke the truth. She had met many wolves in Hawthorne. Perhaps his brothers were the pair of men who were one of the last to arrive at the pack meeting? They were slightly larger…though their colors were not that similar. She let her crimson tinted dragonfly wings flap for a second, to which they felt stiff against the colder air of Tarben. ”It’s cold.” She spoke softly, not realizing that she was audible, before letting her wings rest. If she used them too much, they surely would crack and break. Drevis was scared to meet this Wendigo character…she had a feeling they would be a pain and a stickler for the rules. She was stuck here.

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Adult|Daughter of Kanaya x Damian|Hawthorne|Faerydae|Rosie