it wasn ‘ t supposed to pan out this way , but here she is anyway , caught in a trap instead of doing the trapping. the mission here was meant to be simple : lure the huntsmen in , get him to talk with a bat of fatal lashes &. flashing pink hue , yet now . . . it seems salem ‘ s plan has come to a screeching halt. panic floods the form of young vix as she violently tugs on ensnared ankle , truthfully only making the wound much worse &. the metal teeth on trap dig further into flesh. every second of lost time is just another second of more punishment upon her arrival , &. just the thought makes blanc ‘ s heart burst into a sprint within confines of ribs. i ‘ ve had enough already , she thinks , i don ‘ t need more. an hour passes. tired are the breaths bellowing from her , almost as though she ‘ s given up &. there is solace to be found in dying out here instead of returning to salem once more , though unfamiliar footsteps prompt a burst of energy to swell within lithe frame. baring of teeth despite the muzzle covering mouth , unfurling of nine foxen tails that writhe behind her in warning.
❝ stay back ! ❞ hisses behind thick layer of leather. ❝ you stay away from me ! ❞
@volarent ‘ s shiro , starter.
