Sven retreated back. Mature sex Your tail trapped, unable to swish? I clamped a hand over my wound, my eyes fluttering closed. Ealaín moaned near me, her armor crushed in. I ground my teeth together, heaving against her arms. Alone in the smothering night? I fell back as death stabbed at me over and over. “How do we stop shadowmancing?” I shouted at Ealaín. He couldn’t fight the shadow on his own. Part of the shadows hardened into a shield. My little fingers held the leathery stalk of grass, my fingers digging into it. It itched to hold a weapon as I darted at the shadows. The shadow flowed around the knifing dagger. We hit the ground. A shadowed lance, half deflected by her quartz body, struck my sword. The knife flashed at the man as he twisted his body and flung my catgirl over his shoulder. I threw it hard at a thick branch jutting from a pine tree, almost swallowed by the gloom.
