I Hear Whispers, Do You?

The moment he touched her she pulled the dagger she carried at all times from it's scabbard on her thigh, her grip sure and the tip of the blade pointed at Bastien as she took a step back, putting more space between the two of them. He kept talking but she was still trying to recover her ability to talk in the moment. That touch had poured even more terror into her than the night ever had -- more than anything else in her entire life. But as soon as she could talk, and had enough space between them, Get. The. Fuck. Out.

And then she held her ground, knowing that he could overpower her, knowing that there was no one coming to save her, she was running on pure instinct in that moment, and instinct had chosen to fight, since there was no way she could flee at this point. And she sure as fuck wasn't a fawn that was going to freeze up again and wait for this predator to do something. Now.

@Bastien Frost