Nocturne Summit New Bohemia

Once more, there was a good amount of flesh, blood and bone between her teeth. She did not hesitate to apply pressure. No Wildfire from before rose up at the last minute, like the angel on her shoulder, to remind her that she was usually so peaceable, some might call her a Quaker. In the heat and red light of her revengeful wrath, her former self didn't even cast a shadow, didn't even so much as whisper in the very back of her mind. Nothing could or would stop her. With all of her might, the yearling ground down, hoping to snap "Goober's" leg into pieces like he had done with her dignity, her autonomy.