Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

well, the tiny demon had met her mark -- and might have had something to show for it -- if she wasn't suddenly hauled off by the immense target in the process. she howled her defiance, but it did little good - buckshot was stronger than her in every way, and she was outmanuevered and outmatched.

feeling buckshot's limbs constrict about her, astara continued her bellyaching protests, shrieking like a beheaded chicken and flopping around with an unruly lack of self-preservation. her first struggles against him had been good-natured, but the more she pushed and kicked the more she realized she was truly at his mercy -- a realization that passed through her like the cold sunder of a knife.

panic set in, and suddenly silent, astara aimed to sink teeth into anything she could -- anything at all to get away.

she managed to wriggle free - more out of buckshot's willingness to release her than anything -- but the second she weaseled out from under him, astara bolted like a greased pig, never once looking back until she was well within blackfeather.