Emberwood The die is cast.

Ah, I thought we were having a thread where they meet, then another where they fight! But uh, I guess this works. I prefer non-dice but I can start a thread in the sparring pits if you want me to?

He spat some words at her, but that was hardly of interest - for as he spoke, he dove towards her, his teeth bared and snapping dangerously close to her skin. It was enough to ignite a flame within her; the same fire she was trying to keep at bay through the entire painful conversation. He landed with a heavy thump before her, and while she saw the attack coming, he was too quick - lurching and snapping and grabbing before she could consider a reaction.

The brute had her by the throat, and Basilie was cursing every god in every manner that she knew for letting this occur to her. Naturally she tried to pull back from him, and naturally his teeth slid through the loose skin of her neck; the pinch of his hold did not frighten her, nor the warmth of blood as it sprang up through her skin. If he had just been a little more to the right, he would've had her by the jugular.

She did not squirm in his grasp, or plead for him to let her go. If blood was the price, then she would pay it - she was paying it, although Basilie was already doubting his word. The information had better be worth all of this. She sucked in a breath through her nose and tried to appeal to him. The price is... Paid. It was difficult to speak with someone's teeth at your throat, go figure.