08-30-2018, 08:53 PM
Thea took the attack, hell, welcomed it, and with the chance given to her, sharp teeth aimed to clamp down on the wing, and if it was successful, apply more and more pressure until a crack of the bones could be heard. "Y'know, you're not much of a challenge. Maybe I'll just leave you here, miss. To rot with the swamp you live in. I mean, you'll die anyways." It was true, at least, to her. It was getting easier and easier to believe it. That the strong could never die. The agony of others was the only thing that could truly calm the darker essences inside her, and if the attack was successful, the young wolf would remove her teeth, and hopefully get a bit of flesh as well. "Bird's wings are hollow, right? Are yours?"
Template by Quill
I'll give up on giving up
[i]and get the world on my side
Thea — Nora — Adara