Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus
“Nivram, no!” Isokla screamed, her voice taking a frantic – one might almost say ‘hysterical’ pitch – “Stop it! Don’t just stand there!” She all but shrieked as her tone rose higher; almost enough to shatter glass…
Nivram had not stopped; no one had moved, so the girl crossed the distance between them faster than mortally possible. Wings were useful for something. With her back blocking the other’s line of vision, she seized Nivram’s elbow, as her hands wrung his forearm and her fingers gripped his skin so tightly it was white. No one saw the slight but sharp shove forwards just before she retracted Nivram’s arm – or desperately tried to.
A swift, slash across the jugular.
“NO!” the girl screeched, “Someone! Help us! Restrain –” tears were pouring down her palest blue eyes.
Inwardly, she smiled. Nivram was turning out just fine.
Everything was still pink.
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