THE SHARP PAIN RADIATES ALL OVER, : CONSUMING EVERY SENSE SHE HAS. yet she does not stop, ... clicks of her heels echo ππ πππ ππππππππ, shadows embracing her figure. her breaths slow, heavy, SHARP CANINES BITING DOWN UPON SILVERTONGUE, TO CONTAIN THE PAINFUL HISSES. one of her hide - outs was not too far, ππππ π ππππππππ πππππππ to this feline who desperately needed to lick her wounds. one hand crossed over to her right side to hold it, as if it alone could stop the crimson from dripping, the other resting against the wall of the building.
THE ALTERCATION BOUND TO HAVE ATTRACTED ATTENTION, : HER FOES EVEN GREEDIER FOR ATTENTION THAN SHE, ... a huff at the thought, though amused, it was laced with poison. πππ πππ ππππππ ππππ, AS LUCK ALWAYS HAS IT, but not unscathed, not this time. ... the mere thought a horrible taunt, EVERYTHING WITHIN HER BURNING TO STRIKE AGAIN, to make sure it is final. for when you play with the cat, you get the claws. ... it is when her sight becomes hazy that she stops, turning so that her back is against the wall. this alleway secluded enough in this darkness of the night, but she shouldn't stop, she can not. ... an exhale, containing the sharp pain she felt. ' come on lady luck, do not betray her now, ' ... &. with that very thought, she hears the familiar, approaching ' thwips ' of ππππ. her eyes remain closed, &. even when crimson red drips from her lips, SHE GRINS, β you're a little late. β teasing him for missing out on the action. &. it is all she can say, silvertongue spills the words smoothly as ever, yet they are dipped in ache, ... ππππππππππ πππππ ππππ, body finally giving into the ache of it all. yet instead of the cold, harsh concrete, @ragesense collapse. ... IT IS WARMTH THAT CAPTURES HER, strong arms catch her before she could fall.