Skeletons, Keys, and Closets

*Gossamir* · (This post was last modified: 03-09-2014, 06:00 PM by Gossamir.)

Gossamir bit her tongue as she fell forward, the taste of her own blood immediately filled her mouth. Snarling, ears back, she turned on her governess. "You want me to SPEAK? Fine then! I will string your guts in the trees and throw a party for the crows!" Twisting around her ivory fangs sought D?gmar's face as her free back leg kicked for the same target. She had learned much in her time as a loner and from D?gmar herself and she had no intention of letting some darker fate seek hold of her. But all the while there was a darker feeling of overwhelming fear. As much as she tried to keep her focus she could feel the panic taking hold of her, her mind whirling. This could not be happening.

Sharpening my words...

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