Blackfeather Woods No one can save me from myself

She lunged, and Abraxas darted to the side, prepared to deliver a counter blow as he had been taught. Yet she lurched back as if held by an invisible string, and his attack did not have the chance to occur. Yet his hackles were raised as he stalked forward slowly, ignoring her muttering and the way her body quivered. Another would have done something. Another would have noticed something off.

yet he was but a boy, and a strange one at that, and thus he did not think of this as the distance between them shrunk and he gave a summoning yowl of aid as he lurched his body forward. He was small, but fast and fit of body, and his fangs snapped at the woman's throat; its soft underside. Another would come to his aid soon, he knew, the borders were never left unguarded.