Barrow Fields lotus eater

The shift to fear shudders beneath her and Thuringwethil growls loudly, clenching her jaws. Desperate movements outweigh all defensive actions, moving only to free herself. As Rosalyn launches forward, forcing her jaws apart so she can’t press down any harder. Heda leans her head back to try and free herself but not before teeth connect into her shoulder, piercing through muscle meeting bone. A sharp, mind-numbingly jolt of electricity scores through her entire form. She hisses, spitting venom so she can get away. Teeth snap together to bite down against the back of her neck, her shoulder, her back, repetitive bites to achieve the same goal of hurting the other off her.

An immense relief causes her blood to run cold as Rosalyn extracts her teeth from flesh. White heat crosses her brain and she stumbles back with the woman’s scruff between her teeth from the last bite. It makes the most sense to let go, to put space between them, but she’t seems to convince herself otherwise. Thuringwethil works against her to force her head down, bearing down forward against her to try and prevent any further painful snap of teeth.