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

Point for Atshen.

Though he had missed, his sibling’s miss brought forward another opportunity for the ebony-haired child. Seeking this, as he notiched how unstable she pressed forward, Atshen lunged in her direction and aimed for her shoulder. Landing the blow easily, Atshen ripped into Astrid’s shoulder. Quickly, the blood came, slipping upon his tongue. He was intoxicated instantly, distracting him in this moment.

Surely, she would attempt  to shake him off. But, to the best of his ability, he would keep his hold.