PHOEBE
Again her attack fails and she is grabbed and spun, her hands suddenly bound together. She is tossed back in the snow, her shout muffled by the snow suddenly around her face. She thrashed and struggled, feet pushing her to slide forward, but she was snatched up again, this time her ankles bound together and a fur tossed over her back. Phoebe panted and shivered, lips pulled back in a snarl, nose wrinkled with her anger as she glared at the powdery white stuff beneath her. The damned flower would be planted, polluting the whole area.
When he told her to calm down she merely snarled at him, shaking with cold and exhaustion. Pim watched from a distance, approaching slowly. He sniffed at Phoebe, then looked up at Jata with an expectant growl.
When he told her to calm down she merely snarled at him, shaking with cold and exhaustion. Pim watched from a distance, approaching slowly. He sniffed at Phoebe, then looked up at Jata with an expectant growl.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
