[ go fuck yourself, she wants to say. it hits the tip of her tongue before she shuts her mouth. she can feel something prickling in her thoughts. a low hum. a growl.
the lynx. it followed the smell of kuruko blood. and she watches the kossian's body creak and wince as he shifts towards her.
this is her chance.
so she listens. leans in close. then punches hard in his shoulder, right near the joint, in the same spot where her own wounds were still sealing. reaching out after that psychically is instinct. like net fishing, gathering all she can to understand where she needs to run from, where the others are — it can't just be him — and how many and —
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the lynx. it followed the smell of kuruko blood. and she watches the kossian's body creak and wince as he shifts towards her.
this is her chance.
so she listens. leans in close. then punches hard in his shoulder, right near the joint, in the same spot where her own wounds were still sealing. reaching out after that psychically is instinct. like net fishing, gathering all she can to understand where she needs to run from, where the others are — it can't just be him — and how many and —
and.
she scrambles to her feet. ]