PHOEBE
Pim snapped up the jerky again, laying down next to Phoebe to munch on his treat. He snapped off a small piece and layed it near her face. She sniffed and managed to inch herself over, biting it up out of the snow, chewing on it with absolutely zero manners. If the behavior hadn't confirmed the blight had taken full control of her, certainly the sudden lack of table manners did.
But when he approached again she snarled and growled, like a cornered, rabid animal. With her feet and hands tied, her teeth were really the only thing he needed to look out for. Though whether she was done or not? She likely would put up a fight until she was too exhausted to move.
But when he approached again she snarled and growled, like a cornered, rabid animal. With her feet and hands tied, her teeth were really the only thing he needed to look out for. Though whether she was done or not? She likely would put up a fight until she was too exhausted to move.
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
