Emberwood [m] Disaster falling on me after the sun comes up pt. 2

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stærk’s grip on @Marina's scruff tightens as he begins to drag her, unbothered by the snow that clings to his fur or the ice that cracks beneath their combined weight. her struggles, her snapping teeth grazing his flesh, are met with nothing but cruel amusement—a low, muffled laugh rumbling from his chest, vibrating through the hold he has on her.

with a powerful twist, he throws her down, forcing her small frame into the frozen ground beneath them. his weight presses her into the snow, holding her firm, her desperate defiance crushed. her frantic movements only shooting him full of adrenaline.

the thrill of the hunt, the chase, the capture—it consumes him.

she is his prey, caught and pinned, her fear and defiance only sweetening the victory. she is his—to use, to abandon, to forget as quickly as she came into his path.

and he uses her.

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Later she would recall the storm only in lightning strikes of memory, white-hot waves of lucidity that blistered skin and left her breathless. Spotlight flickering: the moment he caught her, the crack of ribs against hard dirt, pressure at her hips and the deceptively soft rustle of fur against fur. She would remember that he'd laughed, but not when. Perhaps it'd been after.

Then it was over.

It felt as if it had scarcely begun. A wet ragged sound filled her ears, like something falling, like someone screaming, and she realized it was her own sobbing breaths. Marina crept toward the den she'd made, crawling on raw bloody elbows until the shadows swallowed her. She did not look back, not even once to see if he had truly gone. Instead she whipped around in a haze, finally crying out as she struck the careful wooded barrier she'd constructed until the branches all fell to block the entrance entirely.

Marina collapsed then, falling into fitful sleep. She dreamed of a child with eyes of fading sunlight and a smiling mouth filled with rows of shark teeth.