call the sanguine saints

While Jael's stomach churned at the idea of giving this random bully what he wants, she knows that she's at a disadvantage. He's taller, his limbs are longer, he's got dangerous teeth and dangerous spines... no. She doesn't like this, but then, she'd rather survive than... whatever else. What kind of psycho sits around threatening others' lives for... no reason?

Ah well, another day, another random man making up for his tiny dick by taking out his inadequacy issues on strangers.

Jael tracks towards the islands at a dead run. She's small, far smaller than the man who coursed after her. She'd use that to her advantage. The cypress trees grew close together near the shore, and she'd seek refuge in that. The ground beneath her feet seemed to melt away, each leap and bound pushing her farther, closer to home. There's no doubt in her mind that the raid king himself heard her plea, she just has to last long enough for him to come bail her out... right?