Felltree Marsh red duck

"i have told you what i want!" sun eater roared, spitting out what fur had been plucked; he was incensed beyond all words that she had not submitted before. venting himself upon the girl would provide only a temporary satiation of bloodthirst, for it was not aimed toward her.

teeth aimed now for a hurting bite, controlled even then. no muscles torn, no bones broken — left behind instead indelible proof of what harm to which she might come if she crossed him again.

pain burgeoned, and it was only his quick spin which spared his hamstrings, but not the flesh there. he bled, red drops arcing as he whirled upon his attacker. the note of familiarity she should have sparked was buried beneath sun eater's ire; he lunged, leaving behind the moon girl.

it was a horrendous gambit with far too much lost, yet —

stuttering in attack;

the scent of muradoii.

sun eater was bound, and halted the current gnash of fangs; "you! where sivaak?"