Only two words were spoken in response to her outrage, to her vehement monologue that spoke of promises and threats, and they were given with him once more turned from her, his back facing her. He was giving her no attention, ignoring her. The nerve! It was then that she made her move, made her decision. Some muscles pulled, others pushed, but the result was that she sent herself running at him for a few steps before leaping, seeing in her minds eye how she would make it all work, how she would land, what words she would say to impress him… but it all went down the drain. Slickened rocks and thick moss stole from her traction and pads slipped instead. Within the blink of an eye, her form was colliding with his. Dark fur mixing with dark fur, flesh moving flesh, until neither of them were on the ground. Sharp pain registered as his teeth pierced her scruff, pulling her back and for a moment she thought that he had caught her and would pull her back to shore. Suns peered down and sneered at the waters below, laughing at their failure to capture her… but then she was falling, the deep abyss swallowing her whole as her head dipped below the surface, his maw releasing its grasp on her scruff. All the way down she went until paws hit bottom, and she kicked off as hard as she could. She barely managed to break the surface before she started screaming for help.

Immediately, vocals reached her audettes, commanding her. ‘Nzingha! If you can hear me, just keep pushing off the bottom of the river with your paws! Hop like a rabbit!’ Nzingha inhaled deeply in order to have enough air to yell a retort. How could he even think to compare her to prey at a time like this?! It wasn’t helpful at all – help would be to grab her and pull her from the water. Help would be to quickly tell her how to swim. But no, he was talking about playing around and pretending to be a bunny rabbit. Angry sentences strung themselves together within her throat, but then water filled her lungs instead of air as she went under again, this time not even coming near to the bottom of the stream. Though her body was well put together, it was slight in frame. Her limbs simply could not reach the bottom. And so instead she began to thrash about, and was lucky enough to kick off one of the large boulders, allowing her to break the surface once more. No sound came from her maw aside from the spewing of the water that she had previously inhales. Frantically, she swept near her and encircled her limbs around a boulder near her. The current pulled at her body, but her daggers dug onto the boulder and held her. “Help me!"

Fear was pulling at her, pushing adrenaline through her veins. Though she was froze, it was with her muscles locked, her grip firm around the rock. Her gaze went black as she began to go in and out of consciousness, but the adrenaline kept her just barely awake, and Nzingha fought her mind. Fear was so rare for her that she had never before had to face it, and it was indeed a daunting task. Her entire body wanted to give up so that the terror would dissipate, but she knew that if she did that… if she let go, she would die. And that simply was not an option. And what better to fight fear with, than rage?

“Stupid… fucking… water… why do you have to be… so… cold! Hurry up and get me out of… here… Danger damn you!”

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