Skeletons, Keys, and Closets
03-09-2014, 06:04 PM
Oh, how it hurt! Pain blossomed in her head as she struggled. With D?gmar's grip so high up on her neck her fangs could not seek the others flesh. All she could do was kick and lash out but even then the iron femme held her grip and in between sobs and shrieks Gossamir let herself fall silent, tail tucked tightly between her legs. She'd lost already, the panic had taken it's hold. She'd lost. Eyes fell on the wolfsbane as she half-heartedly thought about poisoning her oppressor. But now she felt paralyzed. Her mind and body were both reeling and as the other got off of her she could barely bring herself to stand. Sharpening my words... |
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