Broken Antler Fen not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

her fangs rent flesh, but she would be a fool to expect little retaliation. and pain followed, the sharpness of her success waylaid by the blow across her spine, the fangs that caught in her flesh and tore. she was a delicate being, and while she had become accustomed to pain over the past weeks she was not spared the cry that burst through her muzzle.

and then he was atop her again, and while the world felt thick and heavy, and fear threatened to overwhelm, she did not freeze as she had before. her muzzle twisted back, fangs grabbing for a forelimb, a muzzle, while her svelte form spasmed and buckled beneath him.