"Fuck you!" She snarls the words heavily and barrels at him, her form already shifting so that she can stretch out her claws and let out an ear-splitting howl.
"I am Feathers-Arrows-With-Her-Rage, Fostern of the Black Furies, born under the Full Moon! I will dance in your blood!" Her blood is pounding in her ears and her rage is consuming her. There's nothing now except the man in front of her and her desire to see his teeth scattered on the on the earth and his throat underneath her claws.
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"Fuck you!" She snarls the words heavily and barrels at him, her form already shifting so that she can stretch out her claws and let out an ear-splitting howl.
"I am Feathers-Arrows-With-Her-Rage, Fostern of the Black Furies, born under the Full Moon! I will dance in your blood!" Her blood is pounding in her ears and her rage is consuming her. There's nothing now except the man in front of her and her desire to see his teeth scattered on the on the earth and his throat underneath her claws.