Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

No point for Astrid-butt

Finally, the boy seemed alive. This is how Astrid saw her brothers best. She loved how she could crawl under their skin and get these kind of reactions. She fed of of them like a parasite, and she loved every single moment of it. Sometimes, feeling hurt was the best feeling in the world. She snarled as he charged for her, not quick enough to dodge him due to the snow that reached over their ankles. A pain shot through her shoulder as their bodies collided and she struggled to regain balance.

In a moment of sweet panic, she turned to wherever he was after his pounce and charged. She had wanted to grab him by the neck, but her movements were slowed by the snow and her lust to be hurt by him. Could he make her bleed was the question, and she hoped the answer was yes.