PHOEBE
He tears her hands away and she snarls in anger, finding her hands pinned and chest held down. She had had him - she had been so close! She glared up at him, her gaze hard and foriegn, so opposite of the midwife he knew. His words made her laugh, low and manic. "You already killed me, Jata, and clearly you've no intention of reviving me." she hissed, trying to break him down again, to make him feel and slip up. But instead her lips were captured in an unexpected kiss.
Men were so dumb.
With her mind held in the clutches of the blight, the cunning and venom she spewed were only within her grasp to harm. She wanted nothing save the most basic of needs. Food, shelter, water - a good fuck even. Had he gone for that, she may have been distracted, but a kiss? It served no real purpose. She did not reciprocate, instead twisting her head, trying to bite down on whatever piece of flesh she could. Her legs reared up as well, trying to kick between his legs.
Men were so dumb.
With her mind held in the clutches of the blight, the cunning and venom she spewed were only within her grasp to harm. She wanted nothing save the most basic of needs. Food, shelter, water - a good fuck even. Had he gone for that, she may have been distracted, but a kiss? It served no real purpose. She did not reciprocate, instead twisting her head, trying to bite down on whatever piece of flesh she could. Her legs reared up as well, trying to kick between his legs.
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
