Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

They were together. And this time, this time they would not fail. The four of them together were the future, and had so much life left to live. West and Polaris; herself and Osiris. She needed to tell him now. Now that they were alright, Leta knew she should. Knew it was the right thing and that the only moment they each had was now, and this now, this speaking of it, it would become her forever. 

She felt in her heart her life could truly begin now once she uttered the words she tasted on the tip of her tongue, and she was suddenly breathless as she tasted something coppery in her mouth, like metal and something else. 

Leta hardly had time to think before what came next. 

And she was not sure what it was that came first. 

Was it the bear, or was it the sound of him? Was it the stench of its blood and those of the Glen, or was it the feeling of it colliding against her? Was it red hot pain, or was it the feeling of the ground beneath her? 

Leta had managed to bite her tongue quite terribly, but pain was a stranger to her with the rush of adrenaline. Swallowing, and then coughing, her own blood, she suddenly felt the terrible feeling of being dragged. Only then did Leta herself shriek—

And remember. Remember wickedly yellow eyes. Remember, remember, horrible things—

Alarmed, Leta sought to fight it—snapped at the woman who grabbed her—it was not West she saw, but Caiaphas. He likely had not the time to realize her resistance, which was futile in any event, or that her fear was not for the bear but for him—her, she saw—before he was off again into the fray. Leta stood—beaten and definitively broken—she stood and she hobbled away from the scene with a wretched scream that was muffled by her own blood. 

She was not brave. Not at all. And she begged for help with a useless tongue that only offered more blood rather than any useful word, the tip clean off. The Sea Witch, @Caiaphas... she was here—she had found her.