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

The speckles on her forehead moved closer together as she frowned. Why was he stopping? Did he not enjoy her bleeding for him? She loved bleeding for him, she loved the pain that came with it and the intense look of her big brother. She loved the cold against her back as her chest area was warm with blood and Atshen's presence. She loved falling in love with her own sibling.

He moved away and she quickly scampered up, one leg limping slightly due to the intense pain she was feeling. It was lovely - he was lovely. Despite bleeding so much that she could color the snow a dark red, her grin never wavered and her stare was full of battling emotions. You don't like poking holes in your dear sister? She purred again, limping closer to him without much thought. I enjoy it... She confessed softly - seductive.