This choice: Stay where you are, hope for a better chance to escape later.+ • Go Back... You freeze in place, not making a single step as the giantess takes the last three steps she needs to reach you. The walking cane hangs loose from her hand, showing that she doesn't need it to move as you initially thought. The look in her eyes has gone from suspicious to intrigued as she stood in front of you.
'Hello?' She speaks again. 'I asked you a question.'
'Oh, I'm... uh.' You struggle for words, not having any idea if there was any micen to leona etiquette or whether the usual reaction was to flee. 'I'm lost. I've never actually been this far from home before.'
'Maybe...' She examines you a little more closely, leaning slightly forward so her head was directly above you. 'Maybe you should head back home?'
'I can't.' You reply. 'I have no place there anymore.' You clutch at the wound on your belly, feeling the dried blood that had soaked through your torn up shirt. The leona looks at you for another few moments before she moves her cane over to your position and nudges you gently with the end of it. At this point you notice is is covered in small notches, perfect for a micen to climb. Meeting her eyes for a moment she nods, and you begin your arduous climb. Only now does she seem to notice your condition.
'You're wounded.' She states. 'Is it bad?'
'It's a stab wound.' You answer. 'From a needle.' You could swear a pang of sympathy crossed her eyes for a brief moment there, before she lifts the cane up and holds it over her paper bag. Looking beneath you, you see a cardboard cereal box and a bottle of milk, as well as a coloured plastic package that has pictures of some sort of chocolate on it. Timing your release carefully, you manage to land on the cardboard box, digging your claws in to hold yourself steady as the leona continued her walk. A minute later you heard the jingle of something metal, followed by one of the enormous doors opening. A few more steps and it closed again, followed by another brief walk and the bag was set down.
The next thing you are aware of is a large hand scooping you out and setting you on the table. All around you is a sheer drop to the floor, normally something you could probably manage. In one of the four chairs is the owner, the grey furred leona that found you mere minutes ago. You notice the other three chairs are pulled away from the table itself, preventing their use in getting down or up from the floor.
'Umm...' You begin, not quite sure what's going to happen.
'Quiet.' The leona says simply. There is an authority in her voice you can't place but you feel compelled to obey, not just because she could swallow you whole. 'Wait there.' As if you had a choice. She stands, removing the bag and placing the cereal box and milk on the counter top that was behind her. A pantry sits on an odd angle in the corner, and there are cabinets along the walls to either side. This place looks even fancier than the halls you came from.
You stop examining the scenery in time to notice the leona has poured herself a small bowl of cereal and topped it up with milk. She retrieves a spoon and sits herself back down. Slowly and deliberately, with her eyes locked on yours, she dips the spoon into her bowl and raises it to her mouth. She puts the end of the spoon in her maw, before closing her lips and pulling it out, empty as she begins chewing slowly. You continue to watch in trepidation and awe. This was one of the creatures you've heard nightmare stories about, a carnivorous feline that eats micen whole and alive. And yet here she was eating simple cereal and looking at you like you were some lost child. The thought stirs instant discomfort as you remember what you used to do to lost children...
'Come over here.' She says suddenly, gesturing with her spoon to a flat on the raised side of the bowl. 'Sit.' You do as you are told, sitting on the edge of the bowl where you can now see how little of the food she has poured herself. Maybe your thoughts were right on, after all one micen like you wouldn't fill a belly like hers, surely. You guess this must be the end .It's not as if you could fight this.
'A...Are you going to eat me when you're done here?' You ask, dreading the answer you already know.
'I was certainly going to.' She replied, smiling sweetly before taking another mouthful.
'Oh?' Your ears perked up. 'What changed your mind?'
'Heheh.' She chuckled. 'Nothing for sure just yet, I still might. But first, tell me how you got that nasty wound.'
'Oh this?' You stammer, surprised by this odd twist. 'S-sure. But why?'
The leona narrowed her gaze slightly as she took another mouthful. The bowl was two thirds empty by this point. She swallowed loudly after a few more moments, making you wince in discomfort. 'Because...' She said at last. 'The only thing I like more than a good snack, is a good story. So start talking. Tell me everything.' Her eyes narrow as she lifts the spoon to her mouth once more.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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