Blackfeather Woods тнe elecтronιcѕ oғ yoυr нearт

Surprise, and then a rush of power flows through her veins. He is vulnerable, and she can hurt him, harm him. The euphoria is brief, as she is thrown backwards in a single, swift movement, and before she can recover her paws, he is atop her. The rabbit lies somewhere, forgotten, but it is not a necessity; not anymore. Blood drips through the thick fur of his muzzle, slowly, pumping slowly from the slit on his face. Fear does not have a chance to engulf her once more, for when she meets her gaze; it is not only raging emotion that she sees, but confusion. A dangerous thrill sweeps through the girl, triumph shining in her gaze. Blood drips lazily from the boy's muzzle, but the girl hardly notices, this small victory has her confidence blaze up, its significance increased by the fact that for so long she had lived in a stupor of fear and darkness. Word fail her, and so she simply stares up at him, gaze blazing with blatant defiance, revelling in his confusion and driving her own away. Her gaze didn't leave his, still full of brash defiance, which was what might have accounted for her next move. Blood dripped onto her muzzle, and instinct had her tongue dart out and catch the stray drop. The metallic taste of blood - wolf blood- exploded behind her fangs, as realization quickly set in, and her brash confidence faded to horror. The aftertaste of his blood still lingered on her tongue, and her gaze fell from his, a chill of fear sweeping like a winter gale through her veins