Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

Words were spoken, and once again the fae felt a sudden weight on her side. She looked up with wide eyes at the first, pleading silently, her voice not yet come to her. Her injured paw was stretched out in front of her, but the rest of her body felt as if it was slowly being crushed into the ground.

When the one on top of her nodded to the second, she trembled. "Please" she whimpered in a small voice, her bi-colored eyes full of fright and pain. She tried to shove herself farther away from the female who hurt without cutting, but was unsuccessful in her endeavor. She wished it was only one, then she would have a better chance of getting away.