The Grand TourThe Grand Tour by Tenebra-Fengari
“Go tour the city,” Master said. “Go meet some new friends—you’ll be fighting alongside them someday,” he said. But where in Diana’s sacred forest was she supposed to start first? Massilia was so big…
Hadjel was on the rooftop of her Master’s home, looking down at the city below. If there was anything she learned back in Rome, it was climbing. The young ocelot loved high places—they were peaceful, so she could think to herself without anything or anyone distracting her.
Though these days Hadjel had virtually no free time. Ever since she arrived to Massilia, her days had been filled with nothing but intense physical and mental training for her induction into the Bounty Hunter program, leaving her sore, bruised, and exhausted by the time she was done for the day. How Avery and Aurelia bore through it all was beyond her.
EBC- to be freeIt was nearly time.EBC- to be free by phrixas
Indra paced her cage, fur prickling and tail lashing as she walked. Julius should have been here by now. They had agreed to meet before her fight, and from the voices and commotion she could pick up with strained ears, that was to be soon. It took every scrap of her self control not to yowl out in frustration, because if he didn’t come that meant he had been caught.
And if he had been caught…!
It was if every possible situation explaining Julius’ absence flashed before her eyes, stilling her paws. But one in particular buzzed in her brain like a stubborn wasp, each ricochet stinging; her brother’s broken body at the paws of that monster, Thanatos. He punished traitors.
She dismissed the thought with a lash of her tail, ears flattening as she struggled to take in a breath. The golden cat settled into a crouch, shifting her paws on the cold metal beneath her. Every muscle was taut, coiled up in preparation to spring. If Juli