Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

rolled a 2 this time

When he didn't let go, her panic surged even harder, reaching a peak inside her mind and then exploding. For a few moments, she thought she might explode herself—she had never felt so much desperation at once. Her mind went blank for a second, and when her faculties returned, she found she was not afraid anymore. Instead, she was fucking angry, and determined to win this fight. She would not run away and give him that satisfaction, nor would she allow him to know how much of an effect he had on her. It wasn't her anyway, it was what had happened to her, and she wanted to be defined by more than that one awful moment in her life. 

The second he released her, she launched herself up at him, not caring if his teeth did grab a hold of the skin along her spine. Her own teeth sought the vulnerable flesh of his neck where, if they sank in there, she would hold on relentlessly. Her bite would not be meant to kill because she didn't want to kill him, but she did want to make him pay for the panic he had caused her, even if he could not have had any idea that would be her reaction.

He dodged her attack, though, and in that moment, she decided none of this was worth the injuries. So she quickly turned and took off towards the forest, not slowing until she was safely within her territory.