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[h1][color=D4F0FF] Bodil Bera [/color][/h1]
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Bodil ran as much as she could, as far as she could. But that damnedable beast was always behind her. Any turn, any twist, any leap, and he was on her tail. The fox was as relentless as any of her childhood nightmares. Her lungs burned, her heart pounded, her legs ached... Being mortal was just such a disadvantage. And it was humiliating losing to something as horrid as a beast who pretended to be a man!

The dark haired sparrow of a woman let out a frustrated yell of a growl when her feet hit a well worn path. It looked similar to a path deer might have tread over and over again. Like a road, but for animals. Her breathing burned, her insides burned, her limbs burned, everything burned. She was slowing without breaks or places to hide to catch her breath. Bodil gasped for air. 

And then, all of a sudden, she was lifted into the air. And promptly found herself over the beastman's shoulder! Exhausted as she was, the little winter-colored spitfire kicked and beat her fists on the fox the best she could. But nothing seemed to relinquish her from the creature. It was as if she were made of paper and glass and nothing could effect him. Mortifyingly enough, her loss with the race was being flaunted to all the others, like she was a human billboard with 'you can never escape' written all over her in neon letters.

And of course the fox took them to the very front. Over a fox beast's shoulder facing that wretched hound who 'owned' her. Face red from the stain of constant running, eyes bleary from need for oxygen, she could only manage a partial glare. 

As the journey continued, Bodil grew more bored than anything else. Over the male's shoulder like a sack of apples, she put her chin in her palm as if waiting for her name to be called for a doctor's appointment. The fox never let her down, never let her go, and she began to really wonder if the hound was the one who 'owned' her or if it was the damnedable fox. He was like a mutt with his new favorite chew toy. Of course, if the beast bit her she'd scratch his eyes out and bite him back. 

Her caravan seating through the journey kept her facing the hound or the fox's backside, so she opt for the least horrible of the two views. Glaring at the hound through the fox's fan of tails. Sometimes she'd pull a childish face at him too, sticking her tongue out or crossing her eyes. It was quite a boring trip, so she couldn't be blamed too much. Bodil was light and lean, but she gave the beast that held her a hit or two every time she got too bored or too frustrated. She had to do something to break up the monotony after all. And she wouldn't talk to either of the monsters, that was for certain.

When the marching hoard met the monster at the front gate, all Bodil saw was the hound and all those behind him. She didn't see the female creature, only hearing her odd speech. And wondered if she herself might be the snack for the hissing gatekeeper. Especially when the creature carrying her seemed to respond that he indeed did have a 'treat' for his fellow monster. Enraged that he might feed her to the thing after all the horrible time of predator and prey racing about, she clawed and kicked with fury. She would not die after trying so hard to survive not just this place but her homeland too!

But through the fox's tails she saw a man being dragged. Ah. Well then. Not her. Her face flamed a bit, mortified once more at her struggle without a cause. And she turned her eyes away from the man, feeling worse still that she had felt relief at not being the one singled out as a 'treat' for the gatekeeper. But really this whole sack-of-meal-on-the-shoulder thing was getting old. Her body ached now from being in one position for so long and [i]not[/i] moving. How's that for a fickle human body?

"Can I at least walk on my own now?" She asked with an irritated tug on one of the fox's tentacle-like tails, "I think you made your point, Nightmare."
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