Moonspear aperitif

8/15 - Gave her some injuries! Last from me.

As agile as Stryx could be, the snow hindered her progress. She could lunge across the smoothest sections and then find herself tangled in undergrowth - ferns, fallen trees, bent saplings and the like - which was detrimental to escape. She had never before felt such kinship with her own dinner; the fear that a deer must possess while being chased down by a pack was something she had never experienced before.

The worst part was the fact the red-furred girl was gaining on her. The power of her rage, her youth, her innate need for violence - whatever the reason, Conquest closed the distance and snapped after Stryx until finding purchase. Stryx felt the clap of teeth across her hocks and kicked out, then felt something slam against her hip - teeth sinking in to the meat of her back and then dragging as she tore herself free.

Away she went, leaving a trail of fresh blood to perfume the frigid air. It was surprisingly warm. Stryx launched herself off a ledge and then down in to a gully, gasping lungs filling with pine-scented air that chilled her core — and then there were shadows to hide her.