PHOEBE
Phoebe can’t react quickly enough on the snow to dodge him. Her body isn’t trained for such sudden maneuvers, and her footwear didn’t exactly help her in any way either. She near slid into his arms, easily captured if unhappily so. She screamed and thrashed against him, feral and vicious, eyes locked on the horrible flower he was trying to plant. She wanted it gone and dead, leaves shriveled and black. Her fists and legs strike against him in her manic effort to escape him and do so.
Pim roared as well, seeing Phoebe thoroughly captured once again (and since he wasn’t on the ground it was clear the male didn’t intend to breed with her). Static electricity pricked around his fangs as he stalked Jata, ready to strike if he continued to present himself a threat.
Pim roared as well, seeing Phoebe thoroughly captured once again (and since he wasn’t on the ground it was clear the male didn’t intend to breed with her). Static electricity pricked around his fangs as he stalked Jata, ready to strike if he continued to present himself a threat.
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
