The Hunt Is At An End

Why were they holding her here? What had she done? What was this place? The grey woman had been biding her time, sitting quietly in the corner of the cage, though her muscles, what was left of them, were fully tensed and ready to spring. How long had she been locked in here? Trails of saliva dripped from the grizzled fae's maw and her sides heaved, stilling only when she heard the door above creak open.

Light filled the room as wood was added to a fire. A man then stepped up close and she took it as her opportunity. Launching herself forward, she slammed herself against the bars. Spittle flew and jaws snapped furiously. She hadn't gauged the distance properly and her serrated teeth bit down on nothing, much to her chagrin. With a frustrated snarl, the beast pulled back and released a half snarl, half scream, "LET ME OUT!" There was a wildness in her. The fae's singular eye burned like golden fire. She'd cut her lip between her teeth and the bars and so blood mixed with the spittle that dripped down her maw. Fury consumed her. There was nothing that could tear down an inferno. Sometimes it just had to burn out on its own.

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.