Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck—

Claws spike at the edges of the aura around her throat, a part of her still wanting so badly to rip through it to the soft flesh beneath that will bleed and tear and come away, another part of her still screaming to back off and let this go entirely, don't give in don't give up—

(The Hunt isn't even here, not anywhere but within her, yet it's no different than before, she will never truly be free of its touch.)

She wants blood. She wants death. She wants Basira. She wants home. She wants the fucked up little corner of the messed up world that she'd started to guard like it was her own. She wants so many things she cannot have so why shouldn't she have this?

"Sh-Shut up. Don't— don't."

Is she blushing, or—? And what's with the smokeshow?