Warn your warmth to turn away.

[Mati Church]

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just in the end she needs to break away, and a little pp on my end too.

She felt the change, the moment the word slipped from her lips. They passed into the air, and she was able to watch the fade of his face and the emptiness resonate between them. Something grew within her, something that had been lost while she had cried alone, and something that was almost lost within his gaze. The fear rose, as did the beat of her heart. It was instinct, a voice that screamed to her. It said to run, the deep voice of a hero told her to run. Why had it been so silent before? How untrue. She had ignored it, and knew that it was this beast that made her do so. Run. She wanted to leave, and knew that she shouldn’t have been here. Shouldn’t have stayed whole he spoke to her. She didn’t want the darkness, the girl wanted the sun. Wanted the light, at least the sight of stars, the moon she had once curse. The girl yearned to see it, wanted to sit beneath its glow. No. She spoke again, louder now and with deep seriousness in her voice. He needed to move from in front of her exit, and let her go. In and instant he was upon her, her back hitting the seat she had just seconds ago left and then falling to the floor. The contact shocked her, and drove the air from her lungs. She fought to breathe, opening her eyes to see the shadowed creature on top of her, claws twisted around her wrists. She inhaled sharply, screaming now. He pinned her, moving her legs in a way that was so foreign to the young girl that she hardly comprehending the meaning. She felt the pain, screaming the name of the only beast that could save her. Onus. She called to him, wishing for the help he promised, wishing that he would come for her. She was innocent, her mind screamed. If it were true, he would come for her. She was sorry that she hadn’t heeded his warning, feeling the punishment of her foolishness. The beast took her in, breathing heavily against her soft form and watching as she struggled. As he moved against her Mati moved forward, teeth bared and looking for the face held his empty eyes. She fought him because her savior would not come, her voice sounding the struggle. The girl twisted her wrist from his hold, the pain of his claws shadowed by the freedom her felt. The paw reached to his chest, her own nails moving against it and downward. Fear rose, and the girl fought for everything that he worked to take from her. And again she spoke, Please no.

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