Losing Myself Piece By Piece
Tamsyn
04-21-2021, 07:25 PM
Another growl roared upwards from the grey dame's belly as the creature attempted to escape. She lunged, jaws wide, ready to shred the bastard but it was fast. Claws skittered against the stone floor as she scrambled to give chase. The beast was lucky. Just as Resin regained her footing and momentum, the door slammed right in her face. It had escaped. Rising up, she slammed hard against the door, shoulder and chest creating loud, meaty thumps. The door was barred from the outside. She was trapped in here. Resin began looking about frantically. She'd forgotten that the others were still inside with her. Perhaps she could find another way out. With one final slam and snarl at the door, the now enraged fae began pacing back and forth in the room. The only other exit was the balcony door but the jump from that balcony to the next was impossible unless she had wings. How did she know that if she'd never been here before? Resin furrowed her brow, giving her head a shake. She had been here before. Her nose worked, pulling in scents. The panicked, cloudy veil over her mind began to slip and confusion took its place as slowly as the sun on a snowy winters day. ...What had she done? The panting, salivating beast that had once stood in her place stilled, dusty blue tongue pulling back into her maw. As it did so, she tasted the blood on her lips. Tamsyn's blood. A shard of ice slammed deep into the pit of Resin's stomach and she staggered towards the door. One large paw pushed against it only to find it locked tight. In control of her mental faculties once more, the ashen fae pressed her ear against the door and listened. On the other side she could hear shallow breathing and... was someone crying? "Tamsyn?" she asked softly. "Tamsyn, open the door." Claws scraped against the wood just in case she didn't get the wolf's attention with her words. When she didn't receive an answer, she scratched the wood a little harder. Just when she was placing her ear back against the door, she heard voices outside. Her gaze narrowed and a strange surge of unnecessary anger struck her. One paw slammed against the wooden door and she growled low, "Let me out of here." The edges of her vision began to fray and go black once more but the woman fought to retain her sense of self. She reminded herself to breathe, though the anger at being caged like some worthless animal still lingered just beneath the surface. "Speech"
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