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Their fray creates a web of charged terror and hate so concentrated, it becomes tangible. The sickening smell of blood mingles with the budding flavor of fear. It thickens upon my tongue, upon each breath. Limbs draw out, struggling to haul my worn out body upward. Desperate to get beyond their reach. Red rimmed eyes behold the mastery of those titans, both suited for the art of war. In the past I had no appetite for violence and that is the case especially now. Noah squeals, his outrage morphs into a sound my sickened dread knows first-hand. A plea of suffering. Memories soar forward, warring for the same foothold.
I remember those knifes upon my haunch; the overwhelming weight of a monster dragging my lithe frame violently down, rendering me incapable of bucking the violation. An old ache swells to life, needles sting along the soft curve of my splashed rump. The marks are there, hidden beneath fur that grew back to conceal the abuse...I knew that tight coil of suffering. Every strand and curve. Lips peal back, releasing a breath of dismay as those mighty bodies slide against the floor. I couldn't move! Wings tighten, sheltering my sides in anticipation of a collision!
Noah thrashes left, pulling away and dislodging the attacker. For one breathless moment, I dread the fabrication that he'd take flight...run...But rather than flee, he retaliates and offers a solid kick! My heartstrings lurch, catching in the folds of my clenched throat. He got in a hit! The amber demon howls, but doesn't back down. My golden savior drops to his heavy knees, I shake in place...fixed like stone with locked legs that quake harder as the seconds pass. Threatening to give out.
