Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Liri might have been adverse to hurting children but the tiny voice was not. She was the one in control for now, not Liri, not sanity. The snarl that ripped from her throat was savage, hellbent on blood of the two before her. 

She might have been grown and these two mere children but she had always been a tiny woman; their heads reached close to her shoulder. The two together would be able to bring her down but thankfully for the voice, they split up.

Abraxas had reached for her neck once more, the same as before, except this time she wasn't herself and a different panic flooded her bloodstream. Her teeth sought purchase on his shorter head, twisting with hopes of reaching one of the child's sensitive ears. Should she be lucky enough to snag one in her fangs, she would twist and tear until the boy released her.

The second one, his brother, had gone for her tail. It hurt dreadfully, causing her to whip it about in his jaws with hopes of tearing it free despite the extra pain this brought. The voice wished to kick him but did not for fear of unbalancing herself and falling into a vulnerable position.

With savage snaps and snarls, the voice began to fight viciously against the two to the best of her ability.