[Cards] Bramble Token Cuff

Fara knew that her window of opportunity was closing. Fast. She could hear the tell-tale sounds of movement in the woods nearby, and she knew better than to wait and see what fresh horror had come to find her. Nothing good comes out of a grymclover forest, after all.

She wrenched a tiny bramble from her ear and held it clutched in her fist, ready to throw it. She held the magic word to activate it in her head like an archer waits to loose an arrow. The sound of movement was louder now, and coming straight toward her. It was more than just one thing now, too: the parade of footfalls and crashing branches too great for just one hungering creature to make.

From the thorns nearby, a strange, translucent figure leapt out in panic. Its pupil-less eyes seemed to meet hers, and a look of shock, relief, and newfound worry flashed over the stranger's wet and bloodied face.

From close behind them, the sounds of pounding feet and gnashing teeth were drawing nearer by the second. Fara looked with trepidation at the figure once more, doubled over and smeared with mud. In a moment of unlikely trust, Fara switched her attention back to the incoming sounds. She waited a moment. Then two. And when the sound felt like a wave about to crash down upon them, she hurled the coiled bramble from her hand and shouted a word of power into the darkness.

A muffled yelp. A frustrated grunt of effort. Then silence, broken only by the panting breath of the stranger nearby.

Fara looked at her empty hand and hoped that her decision was the correct one.