Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

last from me!

For a moment, it seemed as if her demand had been honored, though the brief freedom of fangs was met with a weight as the bear woman forced her to the ground, her legs buckling from the pain and lack of strength that had seeped out of fresh wounds. Kali wiggled, desperate to relieve some of the weight, though it seemed that the fangs only dug deeper as her face was smashed into the dirt.

The grey one, probably their leader, spoke again this time calling out to one of the others. Her words cut like a knife as her stubborn side wished to retaliate once more, but even if she could her limbs felt like jelly. She would be lucky to even make it to the borders though she would try once given the chance to stand. She was bitter, but she knew when her efforts were better spent elsewhere.

This was the only outcome she should have expected. After all, when was she ever good at anything? Once she was finally allowed to stand, the dark girl would spit the dirt from her mouth, a cold stare latching to those who dared watch before she turned to slowly make her way out. Only once would she speak, though her words were hushed, Burn with the fire of hell.