Lylith’s boredom was still increasing, the tourney had become nothing of significance to her anymore. The first set few had faced her anger, but gradually it tapered off into nothing more than indifference. Though she was unable to stop, she couldn’t. No longer busying herself with a fight meant that her mind would roam back to Gamma and her accident.
The yearling felt her heart clench, a faint sting of grief was enough to cause her to lunge forward at whoever the fuck this guy was. She needed to think about anything else; she needed her teeth in his flesh and his teeth in hers. Distractions. She needed discretions. Please.
Lylith’s jaws opened in an attempt to snap at where his neck met his shoulder.