Snowforest Taiga ten fingers to the sky

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the girl trashes above her, tearing gashes into the delicate skin beneath the thick coat that shields most of her from harm. she draws in breath, fighting not to let go, not now. she's speaking, but Dawn doesn't listen, doesn't hear the words growled around her throat. her gaze snaps back only when the woman speaks of maiming, and she understands that she is to be released from the woman's grip. 

she is a sinner, Aditya said so, and surely she deserves worst than this. "no." a vague, empty attempt to have the woman do worst than this. her gaze has lost its fire, it's rage, and she longs for physical retribution as surely she deserves, not just to divert the rive but to even the odds.