11-13-2018, 06:09 PM
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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i dont dare let darkness have it's way with me "
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a low groan would rip from her lips, claws unsheathing themselves as she gripped the ground, mind all over the place as she forced herself to capture her courage.
run!
can't run. children. gnngh this hurts ...
stupid.
yeah, but the good kind of stupid. so stupid...
fight him. fight! don't go quietly!
this smug jerk thinks he can just waltz in here... HE'S GOING TO REGRET THIS!
her thoughts all collided into one another, distracting from the pain of her leg being brutally snapped. she kept herself calm, biting her tongue to avoid screaming out at the immense well of pain. panting as blood dripped down her jaw she glared at vagabond with the most hatred she could muster.
"bad luck, huh? i would say that it's you who chose the bad timing. one last thing ... do you intend to stick around these parts?" she growled, keeping the shivers from her voice, using the building heat of violence in her belly to stay her mind. she didn't scream, only bit down harder on her tongue, panting as she felt her teeth grinding together. her eyes stayed stuck to his frame, gathering her strength, thankful for her training as a young lass, training to conceal her physical movements.
the snap was a clean one, painful but she knew it would heal straight, a miracle really. she pushed herself up on her three good legs, grunting as she looked him in the eye, her bones trembling. she was sore, so sore, just from this treatment. she knew his words meant nothing truly, that he was as manipulative as they came. she had dealt with those like him before, now was just a bit different with how she was the victim here.
groaning she attempted to awkwardly leap at vagabond, claws fully out and a passive expression on her face. if she could land a hit, it would likely not be too deep, unless luck turned to her side, a light scrape that would loosen the fur on his hide and leave little tufts behind for the others to track.
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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i dont dare let darkness have it's way with me "
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a low groan would rip from her lips, claws unsheathing themselves as she gripped the ground, mind all over the place as she forced herself to capture her courage.
run!
can't run. children. gnngh this hurts ...
stupid.
yeah, but the good kind of stupid. so stupid...
fight him. fight! don't go quietly!
this smug jerk thinks he can just waltz in here... HE'S GOING TO REGRET THIS!
her thoughts all collided into one another, distracting from the pain of her leg being brutally snapped. she kept herself calm, biting her tongue to avoid screaming out at the immense well of pain. panting as blood dripped down her jaw she glared at vagabond with the most hatred she could muster.
"bad luck, huh? i would say that it's you who chose the bad timing. one last thing ... do you intend to stick around these parts?" she growled, keeping the shivers from her voice, using the building heat of violence in her belly to stay her mind. she didn't scream, only bit down harder on her tongue, panting as she felt her teeth grinding together. her eyes stayed stuck to his frame, gathering her strength, thankful for her training as a young lass, training to conceal her physical movements.
the snap was a clean one, painful but she knew it would heal straight, a miracle really. she pushed herself up on her three good legs, grunting as she looked him in the eye, her bones trembling. she was sore, so sore, just from this treatment. she knew his words meant nothing truly, that he was as manipulative as they came. she had dealt with those like him before, now was just a bit different with how she was the victim here.
groaning she attempted to awkwardly leap at vagabond, claws fully out and a passive expression on her face. if she could land a hit, it would likely not be too deep, unless luck turned to her side, a light scrape that would loosen the fur on his hide and leave little tufts behind for the others to track.