Phantom Hollow [m] You know it's not the same as it was

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The flash of gilded feathers woke her from a vivid dream; Reverie was roused with the taste of the last kiss she'd given Dusty Rose still on her lips. It was a sweet and fleeting memory, gone by the time she rose to her feet. Something was wrong.

Featherlight steps took her away from her companion, impulsive in her worry. She wasn't even sure what she expected to find. The cat they'd heard shrieking before? Yet it wasn't a feline scent on the wind; it was something familiar, something she'd hoped wouldn't follow her here. Not so soon.

Truth be told she scarcely felt the blow from behind. Her whole body jerked with the force of it — and for a moment that was all she knew. That first scream wasn't fear; only instinct and agony, cut short by her shock and by the snap of her teeth as her senses returned to her. She caught flesh and fur, tasted blood. The world narrowed to their shadows, to ragged breaths and the sick wet sound of their struggle.

It's so quiet, she marveled in a wild haze, not once thinking to call for @Hunst.