What up, Shawshank

*Sindri* · 11-11-2014, 06:15 PM

Like a ghost, her assailant came barreling through the fog. He towered high above her, dwarfing her small frame. His eyes were like ice; cold and unfeeling as they bore straight into her soul. She recognized him immediately for what (not who) he was: a pawn of the Denaksa. Blind to his true identity, Sindri saw only what her fear conjured. Monster.

He bore down on her, and Sindri, fueled by an unshakable defiance, held her ground. She knew how it would end, knew she didn't stand a chance, so she wasn't going to turn and run. No, she would give this pawn a scar to remember her by and haunt his dreams for the rest of his days. She would make sure he never forgot her face.

She let him near her, body going ridged the closer he got. At the last second when it became apparent where his fangs were aimed, Sindri tilted her head to the left, jaws flinging wide as she attempted to intercept him and sink her teeth into the bridge of his nose with crushing force. In a matter of heartbeats, she found herself on the ground with pain flaring up the left side of her neck. Startled, the fae was slow to retaliate. She hadn't expected to be put down so hard or so fast, but when realization kicked in, Sindri struggled against the brute's hold on her. Enraged, she screamed, lunging upward in the hopes of repeatedly sinking her fangs into whatever she could get a hold of.

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