RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS | rebellion

ATBASH CIPHER

is someone else in me,
waiting to break free?

If Atbash wasn't so focused on Stryker so much, she would have sighed with relief upon realizing she was able to catch him like she did. Unfortunately, she had to use her energy on trying to keep forcing air into lungs as she stalked forward, her black eyes cold as she approached the lion. Although she was completely unaware of Stryker calling out to his clanmates telepathically, but the way she heard snow crunching behind her she could tell the Pittians were fleeing. Good. Which meant they won. But not yet, she needed to see Stryker surrender beneath her.

As she got closer to him, Atbash's lips peeled back in a snarl whenever she spoke, "Snowbound is mine, Stryker. Leave and never come back." She could do things violently, yes, but he definitely looked uncomfortable with being choked out - understandable, but she wanted to see him beg. She wanted to see him look so desperate to leave that she had to release him, before she passed out of exhaustion. The way she constantly tried shoving air into him was draining, but the Hailcaller tried not falter as she walked, keeping her gaze on the lion who took her eye.

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

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