Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Her breathing was short and light and hot as she pressed herself against the bricks of the building. The air in the alley felt suffocating as Stormbreak's heat pressed in all around her with greedy, groping figners that threatened to choke out what little control over herself she had. Sweat beaded on her forehead and at the base of her neck, her hair sticking to her skin. She tilted her head back, letting it rest against the warm brick, though it was not gentle. The thud of her skull htiting stone vibrated through her temples and town into her teeth as they gritted together and she sucked in a sharp breath. While not intentional, the motion and sensation gave her a jolt and stopped her hyperventilating.
Blood pounded in her ears and the sounds of the bustling city were nothing but muted sounds. Wren wrapped her arms around herself, bare arms wishing for cover despite the heat as she tried to hold herself. Her grip was as if she could press it all into her ribcage and make it go away, as if she were rock beneath heat and pressure and a diamond would be the outcome. She didn't hear the woman's approach deespite the obvious was she entere the alley, with her own blood coursing through her and the throbbing pain from the back of her head the only sounds she knew.
But then the woman called out, and panic made Wren's head snap towards the sound, body straightening immediately and muscles pulling her rod-straight, looking like a deer in a spotlight.
Blood pounded in her ears and the sounds of the bustling city were nothing but muted sounds. Wren wrapped her arms around herself, bare arms wishing for cover despite the heat as she tried to hold herself. Her grip was as if she could press it all into her ribcage and make it go away, as if she were rock beneath heat and pressure and a diamond would be the outcome. She didn't hear the woman's approach deespite the obvious was she entere the alley, with her own blood coursing through her and the throbbing pain from the back of her head the only sounds she knew.
But then the woman called out, and panic made Wren's head snap towards the sound, body straightening immediately and muscles pulling her rod-straight, looking like a deer in a spotlight.
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