The second the image of her mom was projected into her head, Mera's eyes widened and her voice started to waver. The only thing keeping the words coming out of her mouth was how much she had already repeated them... it was almost like motion—it couldn't just stop suddenly. But then the scream came. Her mother's scream. Even if the demon's lips hadn't met hers, her voice would have stopped. She couldn't handle this much.
Mera stood stiff as a statue, not even pushing Kirnardaz off. All she could do was stare at the mental image of her mom. But after a few seconds, she managed to calm herself a little. Just enough to actually analyze. No, that wasn't her mom. She looked too nice, too perfect, too typical. Her mom was nothing like that. She was nice, but had a certain hardness to her at all times. And she had flaws—perfect flaws—but flaws. There was a small scar that was supposed to run down her neck. It had been barely visible, but Mera always noticed it. But now it wasn't there. And while sure, Kirnardaz had managed to get the eyes and hair and lack of wolf features correct, there were just small details that no one could know unless they had spent as much time with her as Mera had.
Even still, it was unnerving.
Even still, she had to escape from his grasp. She remembered what had happened last time. He tried to steal her soul. Though the image was still clearly in her head, Mera focused on the things that proved the picture was false. Then she bit. Hard. And with her fangs, it was definitely enough to draw blood if not pierce through the lip of any normal human. She could only hope it would do the same to the wretched demon prince.
