Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

atka knew her words meant little, but her presence much more. that much was shown as dreven moved to block her any movement towards her. there was true fear that the two would kill each other, but with that her sight flitted to the little coyote for a moment. how could it have posed any serious threat?

it seemed his obsession with snow had become enough that the harm of others had grown from it, death sprouting from that dark seed. the fear of dreven was no longer enticing. was it love, or possession? everything was questioned as the fight raged on.

"stop!" reasoning could be well beyond the two now considering the adrenaline and blood lust, but she made her feebile attempts and screams.

she recklessly considering inserting herself, but flinched backwards as the two men collided.