Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

She knew not what had been done to the sprite of a woman, all she could feel was her form simply being crushed by her weight. Served her right, too, in Nyx's mind; those who fled were stopped or followed. This same mentality had put her former ward, Kahlil, on her hitlist. She felt the fae struggle like a wee babe in her belly, but soon she fell limp and Nyx felt comfortable lifting her form a bit to check if she were dead. She crouched as she would have done if she were to pee and waddled strangely backwards as to allow no opening under her.

Have you come to your senses, or should I piss on you as well? Her expression was kept blank, only her silhouette blocking the rays of muted light coming in through the entrance. She sure looked powerful in this position, but she wasn't nearly what the foxy female was to be afraid of in these woods.