Blackbeak Bluff brinelick

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she pressed on wildly, breath haggard through clenched jaws. she fled in the manner of a harried deer, bounds and erratic bursts and a shambling sense of misdirection. anything to slake the beast that followed her -- anything to ensure her survival.

she did not see it but the sleek monster had already prepared his blow, brewing a most potent concoction of alarm and pain -- his claws raked through her hide, taking with it fur and flesh. blood welled immediately, a flush pink stopped by matted pale fur. she screamed through clenched teeth, the shock insurmountable -- and the force of the blow sent her scattering through the breakwater like a snapped twig.

she gasped, the searing blow claiming the use of her left haunch -- she staggered, wildly scrambling along the bluff. she did not stop -- she could not -- and despite the recoil of agony that tormented her hind limb she flew in the manner of a frenzied gull. now was not the time to look back, or to stop -- and she ran until she could no more.