Silvertip Mountain loss of breath

this time, asperas did not understand whatever the mangled cretin sought to communicate to her. she did not care. in her blind jealousy, her quickly-sparked ire, the voidsent saw only one thing.

a threat.

and she did not stop to think through the consequences, the logistics of such a fight. the bearberry had not yet grown into that foresight. but the violence written into the core of her, coded into her very being, spoke quite loudly of the opening left by the stranger's enraged show of dominance.

bloodthirsty from birth and merciless by nature, asperas lunged for avicus's throat.