Clover
Clover's head was spinning. She had passed out after a cloth had been pressed to her face when they carried her through the portal. She never stopped fighting them off. She kicked, punched, even bit them. She enjoyed the way her fangs sank into their fragile skin. She loved the way their blood tasted on her lips, she loved the way the deep red coated her teeth. The primal animal in her was satisfied with the injuries she inflicted. Her wings had been bound in iron chains and the pain that came with it was nearly unbearable but yet she never stopped trying to fight for her freedom. But she was weak. The small training she had allowed from Talon was useless. She wished she had taken him up on his offer when he insisted that she train more. But clover had never been a fighter. She wan
