hold me close smother me, my little dracula wrap your arms around me
There was another snap that made her wince. The beak so close to her, not a small creature but far more delicate than the cat. The flinch was suppressed with pride, a defiant flap to keep her aloft. She didn't want to lose this, lose the hunt, lose the boy, lose her pride. But this wasn't a game of strategy and it wasn't a game of luck. It was rigged from the start, she'd been playing alone.
She hovered there, frozen both by her fear and by the chilling wind that beat at her body so relentlessly. Dark eyes watched the raven dive, watched him resume his flight. He left her behind, another beast in the snow. She lost him to the flurries, not even her exceptional vision could permeate this white wall. But something did, something small. Another plead, for her to leave him be.
The flying fox could not weep, but the sadness she exuded was near tangible. She'd hurt him, so bad that he begged her to leave him alone. What did that make her? I'm sorry, my raven.
She'd stay here in the clouds a little longer, where she could take the cruel elements and blame them from her sorrow rather than face the truth.
She hovered there, frozen both by her fear and by the chilling wind that beat at her body so relentlessly. Dark eyes watched the raven dive, watched him resume his flight. He left her behind, another beast in the snow. She lost him to the flurries, not even her exceptional vision could permeate this white wall. But something did, something small. Another plead, for her to leave him be.
The flying fox could not weep, but the sadness she exuded was near tangible. She'd hurt him, so bad that he begged her to leave him alone. What did that make her? I'm sorry, my raven.
She'd stay here in the clouds a little longer, where she could take the cruel elements and blame them from her sorrow rather than face the truth.
AISHA
