PHOEBE
Phoebe snarled and screamed as she was grabbed and flung into a snow bank. Sheer will alone had her pulling herself out of it, wet to the bone, limbs trembling from the cold that was setting in. But still she stood, glaring at him, blood and blight dripping from her chin. She panted for air, puffs of smoke escaping her lips. Even as he told her to back off though, she charged again intent on destroying what he wished to plant.
”It must die!!” she shrieked at him, words barely intelligible, more banshee than human now it seemed. The wit she had been using before had given way once again to her feral instincts, clawing, biting, scrambling for the little piece of flora that managed to bloom in the Deepfrost snows.
”It must die!!” she shrieked at him, words barely intelligible, more banshee than human now it seemed. The wit she had been using before had given way once again to her feral instincts, clawing, biting, scrambling for the little piece of flora that managed to bloom in the Deepfrost snows.
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
