There is a twitch, a tremble of inexperienced hands and focus splintered in a dozen threadlike directions. All of them snap into sharp focus as a blade shoots out, as the air grows electric with the contents of a small creatures shriek. A muffled hiss grunts out of the attuned, her body folding in then springing out, claws outstretched and her teeth bared.
Lions teeth sink into Falke's throat while claws quiet his companion, an instinctual reaction to the pain, the threat. An excuse to be used later, it's him or me, no thought given to the steps that had put them in this dance.
At the end of it, it's the victor who tells the story, and she walks out of the maze with her pockets filled with ill gotten valuables. As soon as the blood is out from under nails, her lips are sealed.
Lions teeth sink into Falke's throat while claws quiet his companion, an instinctual reaction to the pain, the threat. An excuse to be used later, it's him or me, no thought given to the steps that had put them in this dance.
At the end of it, it's the victor who tells the story, and she walks out of the maze with her pockets filled with ill gotten valuables. As soon as the blood is out from under nails, her lips are sealed.
