The redhead inhaled to scream and elbowed at her assailant, but the her cry was muffled by a terribly strong hand and she was too close against her mighty assailant to land a telling blow.<br/><br/>Then the redhead shrieked in agony as--with a single swipe--her assailant divested her of blouse, skirt, and panties.  She slumped in his arms, shocked and ashamed, registering dimly that the blow hadn’t done her any harm—though it blood well felt like it had!  She whimpered at his words and looked around feebly and her fair cheeks flushed scarlet.  A scrap of panty still offered a modicum of modesty to her pussy, though a stiff breeze threatened to tear that last protection away, and hints of fiery curls flashed all around it.  Her breasts, big, full, and round gleamed gently in the moonlight.  Despite her pain and humiliation, the brisk breeze set her rosy nipples to growing tighter…<br/><br/>.  Held in powerful arms against a chest dense as oak, Beam couldn’t make herself fight, couldn’t muster the courage for what would surely be a suicidal bid for freedom.  Instead, she relaxed in his arms.  The voice that whispered into her ear sent shivers both hot and cold down her spine.<br/><br/>She didn’t cry out, but managed this one defiance.  “You lie,” she whispered, “Whispers will come for me.”<br/><br/>Moving through the currently empty streets at a steady walk, Whispers on the Night Wind brooded on what she’d overheard about the bond between a solar and her lunar mate.  It made her heart ache with longing for a mortal enemy.  She didn’t believe it.  She couldn’t believe it!<br/><br/>For a moment, Whispers paused, and one might think she’d heard Beam’s cry, but her own sob drowned it out and the Linowan girl broke into a run for the city gates and the solitude of the forest.<br/><br/>Whispers perception:  4 successes.<br/>