Word Count: 12,004
Summary of Events:
Thérèse was taken to dinner by Le Démon — which happened to be in an actual dining room, and at a table — before she tried to escape and ran into a wall. Le Démon carried her back to her room and then went back to chewing the bones from his meal. Thérèse's father, Henri, arrived home exhausted and fruitless in his search, hoping against hope that his daughter would survive the night. Thérèse was taken to breakfast by Le Démon and then wandered around the place and discovered that she was in the crown prince's palace, and the crown prince wasn't. Le Démon came out from lunch and was confronted by Thérèse accusing him of murdering the crown prince, which confused him. Évrard learned that Thérèse had been taken by Le Démon from Henri and set out to help find her. Le Démon dreamed of the beginning of his nightmare . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"A feminine silhouette was near to him. He blinked, and as his eyes adjusted he recognised the figure. Maman.
He tried to speak to her, but leather straps bit into his mouth, or snout, as it seemed to now be. It was wrapped in a muzzle of leather.
Maman tried to smile, but instead her face crumpled into sadness. She spoke something, he felt like it was his name, but he couldn't hear it. Then a man entered who seemed to emanate a light of his own.
He was dressed in more robe-like garb than was common, but not straight up robe like a monk — and besides, it was deep blue — and he looked wise and sage, with dark hair that was longer than was considered fashionable, with a small goatee and moustache as well.
The man held out a hand over him, and it started to glow.
Quickly he scrambled back against the wall, the chains binding his ankles and wrists tinkling with his motion. The man merely shifted his hand and continued murmuring lowly, while Maman stared at him with an expression of utter torture.
The glow brightened, but didn't grow. The man spoke sharply and it was like the light popped and the glow dropped into a fine white mist that rolled over him like he was a roadblock on its way to its destination.
Dipping his head reverently, the man then turned and left, leaving him alone with Maman, who slowly lowered herself to her knees, her skirt spreading out all around her. She looked at him pleadingly, sorrowfully.
Slowly, and reluctantly, he crawled toward her. His reluctance faded the instant her hand softly rested on his cheek. He needed her.
He quickly crawled the rest of the way and settled his head on her lap. She stroked his hair as she wept, tears dripping down onto his face, her quiet sobs and sniffling bringing a pain to his ribcage and tears to his own eyes.
She was whispering, but he couldn't tell what she was saying. All he knew was that things were horribly, horribly wrong. He was bound in chains. He had a snout — and muzzled no less — and a tail, he was separated from his family.
A male voice that sounded both authoritative and respectful spoke Maman's name. She gently lifted his head and rose out from underneath it. He rose into his laying position and watched as she left, the cage closing behind her.
He crawled as close to the bars as he could before his chains stopped him and watched as his mother followed after the uniformed man.
A whimper escaped his throat, but by then she was almost gone. He backed up so that he could bring his forelegs up to standing, then turned his head to the sky and howled in agony. He wanted his mother back. He wanted his family back. But above all, he wanted his life back."
Pronunciations:
Henri: ohnree
Maman: mahmoh
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