dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Between the two of them, they make short work of the bull; Wessex’s talons sink into its lower neck, while the panther’s jaws close around its windpipe. Legs flail for a moment before going limp, all the fight gone - sacrificed for a quick death of blood loss and paralysis. She should be elated, but instead the Wraith is shaking a bit from the daytime exertion. Wessex keeps her talons in the body, trying to steady herself until she can stop the feeling that she needs to feed.
Dead blood is forbidden. She won’t. It won’t take long, she tells herself, to cut a leg off and then get the fuck back to a shrine. Clenching her fists, she closes her eyes for a moment and tries to focus, counting backwards in her head.
Dead blood is forbidden. She won’t. It won’t take long, she tells herself, to cut a leg off and then get the fuck back to a shrine. Clenching her fists, she closes her eyes for a moment and tries to focus, counting backwards in her head.
