Schnilia vs Dark
Whenever her darkest thoughts formed a scenario where one of her loved ones was being attacked in front of her, Rilia had believed she wouldn’t hesitate. She would jump in without a second thought for her own safety, beat and scratch and bite, whatever it took to make sure they were safe.
In reality, she’d registered Henrik’s shout too late and had hardly gotten the chance to rise from her chair before Dark’s aura intercepted, slamming her against the far wall. It felt like hundreds of icy hot nails pinning her down, wringing out breathless sobs of pain and terror.
Across the room, Henrik was swinging in a frenzy. He never wanted to go down without a struggle again. Did it matter if the struggle was in vain?








