Neverwinter Forest bad

The sound of another caused Bluebirds head to whip in his direction. Her heart met her throat and she nearly choked on it—the being was huge to the petite silver doppelganger—as she near-shrank to the earth. But ah, mother taught her not to make herself so terribly vulnerable lest she be eaten alive. I am trespassing?! I did not—I swear, if I had... If I had only... But I hadn't smelled your mark! Her stammering would get her nowhere, and Bluebird presses against the ground, pushing backward with her forelegs.

I'll go, she whispers, not looking to him, not wanting to appear to be a threat (how sweet, pathetic bird); she could not measure to anything beside him, and would not even try to. Bluebird could not even note the beauty of him, his physique; that he was truly the perfect specimen. The only thought that came to mind was the terror from the mere idea of his fangs wrapping around her to punish her for her error.