Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

astara had been certain of her escape; the brambles would conceal her, and that dumb adult would be left behind -- she almost snickered at how easy it was to give the woman the slip...

her triumph was grievously short; a sudden grip at the back of her neck halted her progress, leaving the tiny demon limp and frankly, utterly shocked. her instinct to crumple was one thing -- but the gall it took to rope her in was something entirely different, and astara wrestled with shock to find herself suddenly curtailed, and with no way to fight it.

she didn't even notice the toad had been dropped: it was as if the jaws that closed around her neck were vice-grips, slowly closing her consciousness to gradual extinction.

for a moment, it appeared the lights were out in the girl's indolent indigo stare as she processed what had just happened.