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‘Don’t be afraid.’ The fox spoke from behind her.
I am so afraid.

His hands moved to grasp her shoulders, resting his weight on her. This close she could smell his musky fur coupled with the smell of tanned furs, and just under their surface was the unmistakable smell of dried blood.

‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ He continued fingers moving to caress her tense form. It was all she could do to not scream, run, and try to take her chances in the drifts. Only the fact that he would follow, chase her down and knowing her tribe, they would help him. She would be a runaway in their eyes, property that was trying to escape its rightful owner and such would be subjected to the laws of the Drifts.

‘Come.’ He motioned, guiding her away from the only home she had known. Stomach knotting, she could not bring herself to look back, she knew they would not be there. Her family, or the one that had found her, could not bring themselves to watch her go. Property. That’s all she was now.

Ahead of her a rudimentary sled cobbled together of wood collected and traded from the coast. The wood alone was a sign of wealth, she tried not to look at the various furs that covered the sled.

Before the sled two of the rabbits were hooking up the shaggy plow beast, covered in dense fur it lumbered in place uneasily. Barely sentient the creature shook its massive head and emitted an unintelligible grunt. It was a beast in all forms of the word, it had been deliberately bred to pull and with the aid of several rare herbs its mind had been all but erased. Looking at it she couldn’t repress a shiver; how easy it would be for her new owner to do the same for her. One, two doses and she would be just as mindless as the beast before her, dead inside.

The tears she had been trying to hold back welled in her eyes, and in a wash flowed forth cascading down her cheeks. ‘P-Please.’ She shuddered ‘Please don’t –‘

Behind her the claws came out digging into the shoulders of her coat.

‘Please…’

‘Get in the sled.’ His voice was soft but cold, and when she hesitated his hands closed around her waist, lifting her up and stuffed her roughly under the under the hides. ‘This will go easier for you if you cooperate.’

Stuffed uncomfortably under the rough coverings she could see something behind those eyes, a fire that seemed to flicker just under his control. God. He was a…

Her eyes trailed up to the headdress that covered his brow and barley suppressed a scream. Stitched together a grey pelt with long black tipped ears hung down over his shoulders. Hollow eyes sockets stared back at her, and in that moment she could almost see her own future.

A rough hand grasped her face, claws digging into her fur she let out a muffled scream. Stuffed under the hides she tried to shift her body around the packages wrapped under the sled. Before she could protest, he pulled the hides down over form, leaving her in the darkness of the sled. Above her tight cords dug into back, neck, and across her face.

It was hard to breath, the furs were crushing into her face, the sent choking, smothering her. She tried to scream again, only to have her world sway as an even deeper darkness threatened to take her. Weakly she punched at the thick hides, they remained unmoving despite her frantic efforts. Drawing in another shaky breath she screamed – and as though in response to her plea a crack opened in the darkness and with it came a swirl of cold air.

And his scent.

‘None of that now Little Tasty.’ The foxes voice whispered. ‘None of that.’

Next: Zootopia Arctic Drift: Your New Home

C.S. Notes: For those of you who have never heard of Zootopia: Arctic Drift - you can find the first page here: Zootopia: Arctic Drift

Page One begins here: Zootopia: Arctic Drift P.1 There are 10 other pages of this comic found further on in the gallery.

Description
‘Don’t be afraid.’ The fox spoke from behind her.
I am so afraid.

His hands moved to grasp her shoulders, resting his weight on her. This close she could smell his musky fur coupled with the smell of tanned furs, and just under their surface was the unmistakable smell of dried blood.

‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ He continued fingers moving to caress her tense form. It was all she could do to not scream, run, and try to take her chances in the drifts. Only the fact that he would follow, chase her down and knowing her tribe, they would help him. She would be a runaway in their eyes, property that was trying to escape its rightful owner and such would be subjected to the laws of the Drifts.

‘Come.’ He motioned, guiding her away from the only home she had known. Stomach knotting, she could not bring herself to look back, she knew they would not be there. Her family, or the one that had found her, could not bring themselves to watch her go. Property. That’s all she was now.

Ahead of her a rudimentary sled cobbled together of wood collected and traded from the coast. The wood alone was a sign of wealth, she tried not to look at the various furs that covered the sled.

Before the sled two of the rabbits were hooking up the shaggy plow beast, covered in dense fur it lumbered in place uneasily. Barely sentient the creature shook its massive head and emitted an unintelligible grunt. It was a beast in all forms of the word, it had been deliberately bred to pull and with the aid of several rare herbs its mind had been all but erased. Looking at it she couldn’t repress a shiver; how easy it would be for her new owner to do the same for her. One, two doses and she would be just as mindless as the beast before her, dead inside.

The tears she had been trying to hold back welled in her eyes, and in a wash flowed forth cascading down her cheeks. ‘P-Please.’ She shuddered ‘Please don’t –‘

Behind her the claws came out digging into the shoulders of her coat.

‘Please…’

‘Get in the sled.’ His voice was soft but cold, and when she hesitated his hands closed around her waist, lifting her up and stuffed her roughly under the under the hides. ‘This will go easier for you if you cooperate.’

Stuffed uncomfortably under the rough coverings she could see something behind those eyes, a fire that seemed to flicker just under his control. God. He was a…

Her eyes trailed up to the headdress that covered his brow and barley suppressed a scream. Stitched together a grey pelt with long black tipped ears hung down over his shoulders. Hollow eyes sockets stared back at her, and in that moment she could almost see her own future.

A rough hand grasped her face, claws digging into her fur she let out a muffled scream. Stuffed under the hides she tried to shift her body around the packages wrapped under the sled. Before she could protest, he pulled the hides down over form, leaving her in the darkness of the sled. Above her tight cords dug into back, neck, and across her face.

It was hard to breath, the furs were crushing into her face, the sent choking, smothering her. She tried to scream again, only to have her world sway as an even deeper darkness threatened to take her. Weakly she punched at the thick hides, they remained unmoving despite her frantic efforts. Drawing in another shaky breath she screamed – and as though in response to her plea a crack opened in the darkness and with it came a swirl of cold air.

And his scent.

‘None of that now Little Tasty.’ The foxes voice whispered. ‘None of that.’

Next: Zootopia Arctic Drift: Your New Home

C.S. Notes: For those of you who have never heard of Zootopia: Arctic Drift - you can find the first page here: Zootopia: Arctic Drift

Page One begins here: Zootopia: Arctic Drift P.1 There are 10 other pages of this comic found further on in the gallery.