Duskfire Glacier [m]I hear it all, I hear it all in my head

"I. Am. Not. WEAK." 

Her voice had taken on an almost ethereal--dangerous--tone, made of gravel, shadows. A quiet thunder. It was not to the woman it was voiced, but the bear would not know this. 

The weight of the women above her had triggered what she could only describe as an unleashing; something that only happens once in a blue moon, a way to protect what was so fragile inside: a bleeding and broken heart. Once as strong as a warrior's, but life tends to happen in strange ways, and those who have been preyed upon can only continue on however they can. If they can. Some choose an end, some choose life.

It was not hard to guess what Phoryn had chosen.

Once crystalline, her eyes were now glazed over, both seeing and unseeing. She eyed the dark, heavy-weighted figure above her, a demon come to life, and she snarled a return, teeth glistening and gums exposed.

Child, this is not the way
Breathe, she is doing what she must
Now, you must do the same

The fallen angel's voice chastised her, and it was all it took for her to come back to reality, to see this for what it was. She was the intruder here, and the other was only protecting their own. Their claim.

And where she had none, she deflated, softened. Defeated. 

Slowly, her neck tilted, exposing the softness there, a show of surrender. 

And she waited.