Re: Roof Stairwell
He ducked back, but the fist still glanced off his chin. He gnashed sharp teeth and tightened the hold of that untouchable bond around her neck. Thought no longer entered into the changeling's actions. He had become a creature of emotion, pure and distilled, and he struck out as one. She managed to get hold of him, but still he tightened on. Black rage was all he was, unbound from where it had always hidden, converted through inaction into misery that had drowned him. No longer. He didn't react with fear to her roaring, and though the wounds he'd received from the Wolf still leaked black blood, he did not flinch away.