Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

His eyes raked over her, seeming to pity her. They settled on her neck, and she knew exactly what would come next. With a shaky sigh, she tilted her head upward just so. She did this as he lunged, offering the kill to him. Offering for him to end this pain, whether it be physical or mental.

And yet, darkness never swept her into its grasp, instead she witnessed the man's injury stall his fervor. Perhaps those blows she inflicted on his sculpted form actually had some sort of usage, other than to make her feel ashamed of what she had done.

 Princess. The only man to call her that and live to tell the tale. It was an endearing term, one that would get her into trouble. His words echoed in her thoughts. Of course life was not fair to those that lived. She did not know whether or not she was allowed to be with anyone, for she had not been told those rules. 

She pulled in a tedious breath, her lungs screaming for her to stop. He still hovered above her lithe form, a protector or captor, she could not define. She struggled with the urge to lean up a bury her maw in his fur. Through her pain, her desires remained heady and strong. His words confused her, was he speaking about wanting that damning pelt, or of wanting her. Her melodic voice came out soft, "What you can't have?" She titled her head to the side, displaying her submission to the fight, and displaying her trust.