Raven's Watch [m] α

She would look at Faust as his eyes fall upon her. Is it weariness she sees on him then? Or a soft, inward grief? A foreign command and another silence while the bulls exchange their glances.
Now she is jerked upright, pulled so fast against wild man that surprise has her gasping, a red limb coiling around her neck like a noose. Her vision breaks, for a moment she can do nothing but breathe back strangling fear and temper the panic rising in her throat.
“Please,” it’s a meaningless plea, the fight in her glistening like a final ray of sun before drowning into sea.
The blood has gone solid in her veins but wild man’s pulse is harsh against neck while a voice like blackening coals grates over her ears.