Raven's Watch [m] α

Want? Want? And now, bestowing the illusion of choice when he’d stripped her of it entirely— for a boon from wild man? In further attempts to rework her?
Ayovi knows her face is coloring as Faust in bristling shadow advances once more and is met with the wildling’s putrid red bluster. The northern bulls seem eager to write a victory in blood, but Ayovi had already lost, fettered to one or the other. Her shaking makes her feel a weak-willed fool. Once, she had been a talented kootsin huntress. Now her life was marked only by a man’s absence.
Still, the eyes look around desperately for an escape she cannot see.