Emmerilla
Emmerilla looked at the other two faes. It was her time to kill it. She jerked her head wildly, ripping meat from the deer's neck. She fell from the deer, blood coating her face and staining her red. She'd need a nice, long bath after this. The deer took another two steps and collapsed, the life draining out. "Get it, before infections get into the wound." Emma gasped out, having the wind knocked out of her. She noticed the wound was lying flush against the ground.



















