In the dark of the night, a light shines

Gavroche braced himself, preparing for Bellatrix’s attack. Claws bit into the soil and the furless male fixed her with a narrowed green gaze. His cat eyes narrowed his pupils into slits, body tensed and ready to intercept the attack she was to make. Bellatrix was quick to try and close the distance that had been made between the two of them, which was only natural after all. The color reflecting in her eyes from the skies showed Trixy’s determination. She wouldn’t let this be an easy victory. Gavroche kicked the ground as she got close, moving with one of the waves of the aurora borealis as he reared upward on hind legs.

Forelegs were thrust forward, wrapping up toward Bellatrix’s shoulder and neck. Meanwhile her fangs found purchase not on him, but in the hood of his cloak. He was no longer able to see as she pulled, moving the fur up over his head so that he was blinded. Gavroche growled in surprise, hoping to use his gripping digits to grab onto her vest and wrestle her down. But had Trixy already got the upper paw in this scuffle? At this rate he was going to lose his cloak!

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Word Count: 200
Total: 1,588

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