Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

the man was enraged by her resistance, and this lit relmyna with a grim pleasure. even when she was yanked roughly into the ironbound circlet of his strong arms, his weight threatening to crush her delicate limbs, the evoker held fast to her stubborn nature. 
her head was drawn back; her nape savaged. relmyna bit the inside of her cheek, the coinmetal taste of her own blood steeling her nerves, but vigilant as she was, the woman did not miss the loosening of his fangs on her nape. her snapping was silverquick; she swung her scarred muzzle 'round and sought to sear the side of his twisted face with her own canines, arching powerfully in his grasp as she attacked.