NO TURNING BACK.

go nuts

      “toothless -- TOOTHLESS--”

      it doesn’t take much -- or maybe it takes everything. takes him turning away, and huffing, and snorting, and throwing her off his back for days on end, and throwing herself off his back for just as long, and feeling twelve degrees short of complete hopelessness -- maybe it takes everything, but this is the last straw, the yarn unraveling, the push off the edge.

      astrid twists on her heel and raises her chin to the sky and screams a scream to rival a night fury’s own.

     when she turns back, her eyes are furious and bright and feral and burning. 

     “is this a JOKE to you?” 

     there’s no axe in her hands but that doesn’t mean she’s weaponless; her words spit from her throat, rough and acidic: a changewing in human skin. her fingers flex around an imaginary throat, ball into fists: at the word joke, she slings them to the ground, bolas with no targets in sight.