PHOEBE
His hold on her was strong, even as she thrashed and wriggled and tried to escape his grasp. And then he was carting her away, carrying her further and further from the damned flower she so badly wished to destroy. She growled in frustration, a noise that was animalistic and aggressive and completely not-Phoebe. But she took it one step further. Unable to break free she twisted her head and bit down as hard as she could on his neck and shoulder. Metallic, warm blood filled her mouth as she easily broke through skin, tearing her head side to side to do as much damage as possible.
Pim still stalked behind Jata, snarling and electricity crackling, but not yet striking. Phoebe still had fight in her and Jata still might have food. He was willing to risk the potential consequences for some more bits of jerky. He was food motivated after all.
Pim still stalked behind Jata, snarling and electricity crackling, but not yet striking. Phoebe still had fight in her and Jata still might have food. He was willing to risk the potential consequences for some more bits of jerky. He was food motivated after all.
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
