J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_peepshows656) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
[ after this. if the time doesn't fit, just shhhhhh ]
Her scream preceded her, throaty and worn with panic as she stumbled onto the next landing and used the railing to haul herself down another few stairs before the wolf could graze her again. Even in the dancer's rising hysteria, she was present enough to notice a lion, a true to God lion, just before her and froze with a rough swallow. She wore the loose shift of a vintage nightgown, and there was a minor cut on one of her feet. Most likely issued by the salivating wolf that was snarling, so close behind.