Grouse Thicket a fresh new grave, a corpse i crave

Back he went and forward she moved after him, blood still hot from heir veins wetting her already dampened coat. She would give him no quarter, no chance, form streaking to close their sudden distance so that the wraith could bear down on the other. The world fell away to leave only the very ground beneath them, her single purpose in life now to show him why he should not have fucked with her. Why he should have heeded her warning.

Teeth snapped and spittle flew under the roaring current of her growls. Or, perhaps, it was the roar of the storm above that threatened to open fire down upon them. Atropos took no notice, letting her teeth fall where they may, a blind fury having possessed the creature in such a way that what intelligence had lurked in her eyes had given way to something cold and reptilian.