Swiftcurrent Creek macaw

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His teeth found their purchase—the slender form beneath him was anything but acquiescent to her situation, however—as such became obvious with the attempted twist of his daughter and the stark scent of iron.

The stranger’s grasp on his daughter was a show down of sorts—a bid on who would make the first move. His vision of it all limited, given his position—already trauma from recent events playing in his mind—Mae losing her eyes.

Now what would Mae lose?

The dark laugh drew his ire more, his want to simply shake the life from her at the forefront of his mind.

Instead, his teeth would grip tighter—but now, he would begin to press his weight upon her—to try to pin her fully—

—his gaze lifting as he willed his daughter to move away from the situation and from danger, even if she could not see it.