“Cosima come on, yer going to miss all the fun,” Mud insisted, pulling the LEDA clone along by the arm down the hill side, away from prying eyes of the sleeping Revival camp. The trek was short, with lanterns strung up in trees the only light source in the steel reinforced pit that spanned at least 30 feet. As the two approached, one of the hunters pulled back on the latch, forcing a tall figure into the pit with a black hood over the head. “Here it comes,” Mud shook the other’s shoulder, pressing herself against the fence to watch as the person was shoved to their knees, the hood removed instantaneously as the hunter backed out of the cage, sealing it.
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Catching a full breath for the first time in a few hours after the mask was removed, Arcadia caught wind of a scent that distracted her from the events of the present. It’s just an illusion, stop.
Pushing to her feet, the wolf closed her eyes, her head hung in silent defeat already as the trap door was left open for a grizzly bear to creep in. Her body ached, she was dying of thirst---the only saving grace would be the meat she’d get to devour from tearing this poor creature apart. Turning on heel to face the bear’s direction, Arcadia’s gaze finally rose, taking in the crowd that was riling the other animal up by pounding on the cage.
“Barbarians,” she grumbled to herself, her eyes skimming past a frantic woman pushing to the front. Golden hues squinted, trying to make out the murky outline before being struck down by passive claws to her back, pummeled by the grizzly as it roared.