She is smiling, coldly and cruelly, as he grasps her wrists, and as his laughter stops the wind keens through the silence in a mocking triumphant shriek, echoing her own.
And then, her breath stops in her throat, and it is her voice now that dies beneath the wind.
Power twists through the White Rider, spreading over and within her like an uncoiling thread-- familiar power, which she has become accustomed to when she has used that piece of it which she holds to shift into an owl's shape.
But not like this, oh no.
Ice-blue eyes are shocked and wide with sudden fear as her gaze meets Raven's once more, and then Blodwen throws herself backward and away from him, struggling now to tear herself free of both that gentle grip and that twining power.
And in answer to her desperate call, the Dark rises up inside her, falling upon the intrusion with choking, blanketing force.
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And then, her breath stops in her throat, and it is her voice now that dies beneath the wind.
Power twists through the White Rider, spreading over and within her like an uncoiling thread-- familiar power, which she has become accustomed to when she has used that piece of it which she holds to shift into an owl's shape.
But not like this, oh no.
Ice-blue eyes are shocked and wide with sudden fear as her gaze meets Raven's once more, and then Blodwen throws herself backward and away from him, struggling now to tear herself free of both that gentle grip and that twining power.
And in answer to her desperate call, the Dark rises up inside her, falling upon the intrusion with choking, blanketing force.