[ She's a predator too, just a different kind. The animal in her refuses to let herself be intimidated by him or to be made second best. Or maybe that's some of her own pride as well. She sets her shoulders, lips curling a little. Her instincts scream at her to be a ruler. A king. The one in charge. ]
I will not let it happen-
[ She turns on him, wings finally spread, fingers hooking into claws. She can't make it work; the harder she resists, the more that sense of animal anxiety creeps up her spine.
The invitation tempts her. She wants to. To let it off of the chain. She takes a deep breath and she nods. ]
Yes. [ Another breath. ]
Yes-
[ And she takes off, feet digging into the soil, wings flaring out behind her. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she needs to go, much like that first full moon - but at least this time she's more in control. ]
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I will not let it happen-
[ She turns on him, wings finally spread, fingers hooking into claws. She can't make it work; the harder she resists, the more that sense of animal anxiety creeps up her spine.
The invitation tempts her. She wants to. To let it off of the chain. She takes a deep breath and she nods. ]
Yes. [ Another breath. ]
Yes-
[ And she takes off, feet digging into the soil, wings flaring out behind her. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she needs to go, much like that first full moon - but at least this time she's more in control. ]