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Re: MR BLUE / a death - bubblegum - 08-14-2020
Re: MR BLUE / a death - ROXANNE R. - 08-14-2020
[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
"Good riddance."
The words brushed against her ears causing the Officer to glance up from her niece only to immediately search for who had said that and well, it didn't take long for her to spot the stark feline that was Aphra Cipher. That friendship formed between the both of them shattered in that moment as the tigress rose to her paws, she was hesitant at first about leaving her niece but the fire that burned within her only pressed her on to confront Aphra. Ears flattened against her skull before her snout wrinkled, several emotions crashing throughout her body like strong waves against jagged rocks, a dormant volcano that finally woke and quakes with a newborn fire. Hatred. That's all she felt for Aphra. Absolute anger and hatred. A snarl emitted from her slowly parting jaws, claws scraped against the floor and it wasn't long until a large paw of hers swung out gripping onto Aphra's throat. Her narrowed pupils locked onto the Cipher as her blood boiled, Aphra had awaken something ugly within Roxanne Roux. Something snapped and she wished it hadn't been near family but this wouldn't be the first time, she had lashed out at Aphra... Nor would it be the last.
"You." It came out as a snarl feeling a bit of blood beginning to trickle from where she had put pressure with her claws, Roxanne wanted to suffocate the bitch in her grip but instead threw her outside onto the sand and the larger feline watched her hit the sand with narrowed pupils, her lips still peeled back into a snarl. "Can't ever shut the fuck up." The Officer began with a lash of her striped tail as she stalked over to where the feline lay on her side "This is why nobody fucking likes you... All you Ciphers are the same. All you Ciphers deserve the same fate too," Venom dripped from her voice, they all deserved to die. Did she really mean this? She was uncertain. Blinded by her rage, the Officer continued forward with her gaze locked onto her prey. It had been months since she had last gotten a taste of blood or let alone flesh, the roof of her mouth watered for a brief moment. Aphra Cipher would be gone and nobody would miss her yet the subconscious that remained nagged lightly within her mind. Tongue swiped over her lips and ivory fangs, her paw pressing down onto Aphra's tail before making a swift movement. Breaking the bones enough that it bent at an awkward angle. Roxanne watching with a darkened gaze, her large paw rose once more and lashed out catching onto one of Aphra's earrings and the force having been enough to rip it out with a good chunk of the other's ear.
Lowering her head enough so it was near Aphra's face, Roxanne would rumble out in rigid voice "You should've never come back..." Of course, Aphra would never know the feeling of a broken heart... No.... But she would feel broken bones and Roxanne would make sure of it. Without another word, she lunged gripping onto Aphra's front limb only to bite down to the point where she could hear the cracking of bones and blood beginning to pool at her maw. And it didn't seem like Roxanne had any plans of letting go either, unfortunately.
/ permission given by maple to powerplay [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
The words brushed against her ears causing the Officer to glance up from her niece only to immediately search for who had said that and well, it didn't take long for her to spot the stark feline that was Aphra Cipher. That friendship formed between the both of them shattered in that moment as the tigress rose to her paws, she was hesitant at first about leaving her niece but the fire that burned within her only pressed her on to confront Aphra. Ears flattened against her skull before her snout wrinkled, several emotions crashing throughout her body like strong waves against jagged rocks, a dormant volcano that finally woke and quakes with a newborn fire. Hatred. That's all she felt for Aphra. Absolute anger and hatred. A snarl emitted from her slowly parting jaws, claws scraped against the floor and it wasn't long until a large paw of hers swung out gripping onto Aphra's throat. Her narrowed pupils locked onto the Cipher as her blood boiled, Aphra had awaken something ugly within Roxanne Roux. Something snapped and she wished it hadn't been near family but this wouldn't be the first time, she had lashed out at Aphra... Nor would it be the last.
"You." It came out as a snarl feeling a bit of blood beginning to trickle from where she had put pressure with her claws, Roxanne wanted to suffocate the bitch in her grip but instead threw her outside onto the sand and the larger feline watched her hit the sand with narrowed pupils, her lips still peeled back into a snarl. "Can't ever shut the fuck up." The Officer began with a lash of her striped tail as she stalked over to where the feline lay on her side "This is why nobody fucking likes you... All you Ciphers are the same. All you Ciphers deserve the same fate too," Venom dripped from her voice, they all deserved to die. Did she really mean this? She was uncertain. Blinded by her rage, the Officer continued forward with her gaze locked onto her prey. It had been months since she had last gotten a taste of blood or let alone flesh, the roof of her mouth watered for a brief moment. Aphra Cipher would be gone and nobody would miss her yet the subconscious that remained nagged lightly within her mind. Tongue swiped over her lips and ivory fangs, her paw pressing down onto Aphra's tail before making a swift movement. Breaking the bones enough that it bent at an awkward angle. Roxanne watching with a darkened gaze, her large paw rose once more and lashed out catching onto one of Aphra's earrings and the force having been enough to rip it out with a good chunk of the other's ear.
Lowering her head enough so it was near Aphra's face, Roxanne would rumble out in rigid voice "You should've never come back..." Of course, Aphra would never know the feeling of a broken heart... No.... But she would feel broken bones and Roxanne would make sure of it. Without another word, she lunged gripping onto Aphra's front limb only to bite down to the point where she could hear the cracking of bones and blood beginning to pool at her maw. And it didn't seem like Roxanne had any plans of letting go either, unfortunately.
/ permission given by maple to powerplay [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Re: MR BLUE / a death - PAOLA - 08-14-2020
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]I just wanna taste it; Watermelon sugar high!
Death. She can't exactly remember how much death she's seen in her lifetime, or lifetimes, but she can remember the most recent, the most fresh—the angry chants turning to frightened screams, the smell of burnt fur and flesh, the bittersweet tears that came as soon as the taste of vengeance had ebbed away. Flashes of their piles of bodies still haunt her dreams, pink skin and white bone and yells frozen in their death. She always wakes up after to remind herself that their agony had been deserved, but the more she says it, the guilter she feels.
The agonized screams make her feel even heavier, even though she knows it has nothing to do with her.
Paola follows the sound of grief until she stumbles across Devland, seated away from the house and giving them the space they likely need. Within the abode, the air sits heavy and thick, palpable in its taste of mourning, and she doesn't have the strength to interrupt it. She doesn't have the right to, either.
Instead, the she-cat sits beside her contemplative friend, offering him a brush of her tail but saying nothing. The family should be allowed the time to grieve.
She watches somberly from a distance, offering with her presence what words cannot... until the moment is shattered by a comment far too foul and cruel that Paola has to do a double-take to ensure she heard it right.
The she-cat springs to her paws at the sight of Roxanne lunging at the perpatrator, Aphra, panic prickling across her skin. "Devland," she whispers quietly, staring at the duo with a worried look before flashing her friend a questioning gaze. What should they do? What could they do? It's not the right time to pick a fight but, gods-be-damned, anyone who could say such horrible things deserves such a fate.
In the end, Paola decides to sit back down and leave the duo be—Roxanne has every right to lash out, after all. Moving closer to Devland, she settles and stares at the abode again, offering the grieving family her silent condolences.
[table][tr][td]The agonized screams make her feel even heavier, even though she knows it has nothing to do with her.
Paola follows the sound of grief until she stumbles across Devland, seated away from the house and giving them the space they likely need. Within the abode, the air sits heavy and thick, palpable in its taste of mourning, and she doesn't have the strength to interrupt it. She doesn't have the right to, either.
Instead, the she-cat sits beside her contemplative friend, offering him a brush of her tail but saying nothing. The family should be allowed the time to grieve.
She watches somberly from a distance, offering with her presence what words cannot... until the moment is shattered by a comment far too foul and cruel that Paola has to do a double-take to ensure she heard it right.
The she-cat springs to her paws at the sight of Roxanne lunging at the perpatrator, Aphra, panic prickling across her skin. "Devland," she whispers quietly, staring at the duo with a worried look before flashing her friend a questioning gaze. What should they do? What could they do? It's not the right time to pick a fight but, gods-be-damned, anyone who could say such horrible things deserves such a fate.
In the end, Paola decides to sit back down and leave the duo be—Roxanne has every right to lash out, after all. Moving closer to Devland, she settles and stares at the abode again, offering the grieving family her silent condolences.
10 MOONS
[/td][td]BETA
[/td][td]TYPHOON
[/td][td]SHE/HER
[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER:
Re: MR BLUE / a death - GEORGIA. - 08-14-2020
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*･ﾟ✧ / BETA / 08 MONTHS
For Georgia, death wasn’t new. The death of a loved one even less so. However, it wasn’t something she cared to find herself familiar with. Her experience with it was too recent, too bubbled in the front of her mind. Most days she ignored it. Most days, she overlooked it. Shoved down the grief in her heart.
On this day, there was a wail that rang through the air; when people started heading towards Goldie’s hut, Georgia’s ears pricked. She was either nosy or completely out of the loop — there was no in between. She often found herself curious about her mentor and her personal life, but chose to leave it alone in favor of naps on the beach. Today, however, she was entirely too nosy.
The sight that greeted her as she trailed after the crowd was...horrifying. Grieving clanmates; the foul stench of a body no longer living. Heartbeats stretched into minutes; her vision tunneled.
Her memory of this day was blurry: a single, still figure in a clearing; warm, wet blood sinking between her toes. Rage, howling wind, lashing rain. Thunder. Standing so still she thought she’d been paralyzed. So much to unpack, so little that was actually done. Georgia hated that memory. Hated how blurry it was. How her brain twisted it so she could only remember sensations and feelings instead of the actual events.
She sat down heavily, completely zoned. Completely oblivious to the entirety of the outside world. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she stared, unblinking, at the ground. It wasn’t Sam that lay on the floor of the hut; it was her father. There were no calm skies outside. Only hell and wind and rain.
Suddenly, a commotion yanked her out of her own head; Roxanne and Aphra, getting into it. Rage suddenly boiled, hot and bloody in Georgia’s bones, and her hackles raised. Her eyes flashed brilliant white for a moment, and a wind burst into the hut. The gale wrapped around Roxanne and Aphra, aiming to shove them away from everyone else.
”Stop it!” She shrieked, enraged. “Someone has died and you have the fucking audacity to do something like this? The hell is wrong with you?” Georgia herself was now participating in the commotion as the wind pried at the two adults, attempting to separate them, but she didn’t really care. All she could see was red red red, her vision burning at the edges. Her father was dead and these two had the balls to start a fight? On his deathbed? Georgia didn’t acknowledge her mix up, or her confusion of the scene. She was furious, and these two would feel the brunt of it. “If you’re going to act like fucking children then you can leave!”
On this day, there was a wail that rang through the air; when people started heading towards Goldie’s hut, Georgia’s ears pricked. She was either nosy or completely out of the loop — there was no in between. She often found herself curious about her mentor and her personal life, but chose to leave it alone in favor of naps on the beach. Today, however, she was entirely too nosy.
The sight that greeted her as she trailed after the crowd was...horrifying. Grieving clanmates; the foul stench of a body no longer living. Heartbeats stretched into minutes; her vision tunneled.
Her memory of this day was blurry: a single, still figure in a clearing; warm, wet blood sinking between her toes. Rage, howling wind, lashing rain. Thunder. Standing so still she thought she’d been paralyzed. So much to unpack, so little that was actually done. Georgia hated that memory. Hated how blurry it was. How her brain twisted it so she could only remember sensations and feelings instead of the actual events.
She sat down heavily, completely zoned. Completely oblivious to the entirety of the outside world. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she stared, unblinking, at the ground. It wasn’t Sam that lay on the floor of the hut; it was her father. There were no calm skies outside. Only hell and wind and rain.
Suddenly, a commotion yanked her out of her own head; Roxanne and Aphra, getting into it. Rage suddenly boiled, hot and bloody in Georgia’s bones, and her hackles raised. Her eyes flashed brilliant white for a moment, and a wind burst into the hut. The gale wrapped around Roxanne and Aphra, aiming to shove them away from everyone else.
”Stop it!” She shrieked, enraged. “Someone has died and you have the fucking audacity to do something like this? The hell is wrong with you?” Georgia herself was now participating in the commotion as the wind pried at the two adults, attempting to separate them, but she didn’t really care. All she could see was red red red, her vision burning at the edges. Her father was dead and these two had the balls to start a fight? On his deathbed? Georgia didn’t acknowledge her mix up, or her confusion of the scene. She was furious, and these two would feel the brunt of it. “If you’re going to act like fucking children then you can leave!”
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Re: MR BLUE / a death - Grimm - 08-14-2020
THE TACTICIAN
Someday I’ll make something out of me, years of imitating mastery only made me a better thief
Screaming.
Broken, shuddering symphony conducted with the shortness of dwindling breath, distant even as the hollow ring arose, a dense presence pressing with cruel desire against aching bone. Almost did thought form beneath, gently arise among towering peaks lacking shape or substance, storm split for a moment.
It was theirs.
Rasp that which filled the empty space afterwards, realisation never to come even as it settled, the notion death carried, the implication of end, settled. Wide the umber depths that perceived without the protection rose hued lenses offered, a blessing as much it were a curse. "Wake up…" Even as dwindling whine adorned beared teeth arising paws, pressing against flesh familiar and yet alien, wrong. Mind rebelled even as delicate, translucent crescents dug beneath cooling skin, found muscle that time would make rigid, a cascade the quickened fall of their tears.
She wouldn't move. Why wasn't she moving.
Jostled the mattress, movement caught within peripheral vision, comfort taken from figure familiar. Slow the disentanglement, the manner they moved until they may indulge in her warmth, yet impeded even this short action. Never fast enough it seemed, mere child, fool with a heart soft as it wept rivets. Harsh the words contorting atmosphere, leaden that which constricts throat, stopped the quiet pleas burning caged tongue.
"Stop, please." Crackling hum, but the static buzz white noise held, fell from trembling lips to ears that fell once more to cranium, lost among her own words, a vile outburst. Shaky shadow they who follow in wake, interrupted the dwindling breath, what little taste they may force between clenched teeth.
Blood on the sand. From the closure of jaws thick fell it, saliva intermingling with that welling along flesh broken, split along forcefully made seams. Thoughtless the clumsy steps, trajectory unplanned but enough they may be gone from here, messy, poorly formed prints left with each contact all that may remain.
[ out ]
Broken, shuddering symphony conducted with the shortness of dwindling breath, distant even as the hollow ring arose, a dense presence pressing with cruel desire against aching bone. Almost did thought form beneath, gently arise among towering peaks lacking shape or substance, storm split for a moment.
It was theirs.
Rasp that which filled the empty space afterwards, realisation never to come even as it settled, the notion death carried, the implication of end, settled. Wide the umber depths that perceived without the protection rose hued lenses offered, a blessing as much it were a curse. "Wake up…" Even as dwindling whine adorned beared teeth arising paws, pressing against flesh familiar and yet alien, wrong. Mind rebelled even as delicate, translucent crescents dug beneath cooling skin, found muscle that time would make rigid, a cascade the quickened fall of their tears.
She wouldn't move. Why wasn't she moving.
Jostled the mattress, movement caught within peripheral vision, comfort taken from figure familiar. Slow the disentanglement, the manner they moved until they may indulge in her warmth, yet impeded even this short action. Never fast enough it seemed, mere child, fool with a heart soft as it wept rivets. Harsh the words contorting atmosphere, leaden that which constricts throat, stopped the quiet pleas burning caged tongue.
"Stop, please." Crackling hum, but the static buzz white noise held, fell from trembling lips to ears that fell once more to cranium, lost among her own words, a vile outburst. Shaky shadow they who follow in wake, interrupted the dwindling breath, what little taste they may force between clenched teeth.
Blood on the sand. From the closure of jaws thick fell it, saliva intermingling with that welling along flesh broken, split along forcefully made seams. Thoughtless the clumsy steps, trajectory unplanned but enough they may be gone from here, messy, poorly formed prints left with each contact all that may remain.
[ out ]
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Re: MR BLUE / a death - Lawlocked - 08-14-2020
[color=transparent] [w]isker
[color=transparent] [w]isker
There was something to be said; about law. He woke up early, if he slept at all; the rustle of his siblings, a stir of them both made law restless ( close – too close to be comfortable ). The mornings would catch the quiet child by the beach, to hear the rush of the wavering sea; to catch the scent of morning as sleep collectively left his crew- his family for a crisper one. It was hard to describe sleep smell; something soft and sweet, it muted natural scents and in the night it almost blanketed his den, his mother’s den: when he passed he didn’t notice the lack of one, when he went to the beach he didn’t notice.
Not until he heard his mother s c r e a m
There was a trio along the door to momma’s room, where the scream came from. Law’s ear twitched, he only heard…. Why was momma screaming- where was mother? Law’s entire form was shock still; watching the trio talk beyond the viel of the door, law could only watch distantly in the hallway as lovekit’s voice broke into the fog slowly coming into the creature’s own mind (shock, fear, momma… mother…? Law unconsciously moved to walked beyond lovekit as he went to inspect the duo of their parents. His eyes were grey this morning, a slight reflection fo yellow as he tried… tried to read the situation. Law felt his own throat close; felt suddenly so aware of his own silence. Momma’s scream, his family’s chatter and law…
All law had to him was this silence
Law was aware of his own brother- running as slowly another scent joined the rest of them. Death was common; it tasted like blood on the young creature’s tongue; of sweet baked rot and a climate to life- bitter. but as law approached past his own sibling- beyond the scuffle that were created outside in the hallway; law walked closer, the slow tremble in his form shown only by the quake of his wings, the tense of his entire form hidden by the cover so much like mother- like sam; just like mother
Death smelled like sleep on sam.
It was a disconnect that law felt through him. No- law wasn’t like lovekit, or the others: he could tell instantly. Like the prey he munched on happily, the ones mother- the two of them had given them to replace the sweet smell of milk not too long ago. Now it was here in the room. A presence alongside his mom.
Sam smelled like sleep, and everyone else in the room- smelled it; their words were a chorus of it. Everyone was a chorus of a wave of voices and law felt so incredibly
S m a l l
He wanted to rage; wanted to scream and cry and do something; beyond the shock still- stiff form of himself. His mother was dead and the other was blank- was so far away that law couldn’t reach and law felt so alone.
His body felt so weighted; and law fell, clumsy large paws and antlered head smacking to the ground. A sudden force from the creature as he watched the entire scene unfold before him.
Silent and small
Unchanging
(there was nothing to do; nothing he could change.)
Not until he heard his mother s c r e a m
There was a trio along the door to momma’s room, where the scream came from. Law’s ear twitched, he only heard…. Why was momma screaming- where was mother? Law’s entire form was shock still; watching the trio talk beyond the viel of the door, law could only watch distantly in the hallway as lovekit’s voice broke into the fog slowly coming into the creature’s own mind (shock, fear, momma… mother…? Law unconsciously moved to walked beyond lovekit as he went to inspect the duo of their parents. His eyes were grey this morning, a slight reflection fo yellow as he tried… tried to read the situation. Law felt his own throat close; felt suddenly so aware of his own silence. Momma’s scream, his family’s chatter and law…
All law had to him was this silence
Law was aware of his own brother- running as slowly another scent joined the rest of them. Death was common; it tasted like blood on the young creature’s tongue; of sweet baked rot and a climate to life- bitter. but as law approached past his own sibling- beyond the scuffle that were created outside in the hallway; law walked closer, the slow tremble in his form shown only by the quake of his wings, the tense of his entire form hidden by the cover so much like mother- like sam; just like mother
Death smelled like sleep on sam.
It was a disconnect that law felt through him. No- law wasn’t like lovekit, or the others: he could tell instantly. Like the prey he munched on happily, the ones mother- the two of them had given them to replace the sweet smell of milk not too long ago. Now it was here in the room. A presence alongside his mom.
Sam smelled like sleep, and everyone else in the room- smelled it; their words were a chorus of it. Everyone was a chorus of a wave of voices and law felt so incredibly
S m a l l
He wanted to rage; wanted to scream and cry and do something; beyond the shock still- stiff form of himself. His mother was dead and the other was blank- was so far away that law couldn’t reach and law felt so alone.
His body felt so weighted; and law fell, clumsy large paws and antlered head smacking to the ground. A sudden force from the creature as he watched the entire scene unfold before him.
Silent and small
Unchanging
(there was nothing to do; nothing he could change.)
[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]The dark doesn't frighten me[/glow]
[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]I chose to close my eyes; it is mine[/glow]
Re: MR BLUE / a death - devland - 08-14-2020
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]The only thing he offered to Paola in greeting was a small nod as he allowed his eyes to trail across her face, searching for pain or sadness. He felt so wholly engulfed by everything around him for all the wrong reasons. He was grateful for Paola's anchoring presence; he could focus on her instead of the ocean of grief that rose before him.
He could barely hear Helix's attempt to soothe Goldie, who appeared mostly unresponsive. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear it anyway, for as much as he loved snooping, those words felt too private for his ears. However, over the creature's spiel, Aphra's venomous words rang loud and clear. "Wow," Devland breathed, a look of complete and utter shock splattered against his dark features. Confusion gripped him for a moment, but as Roxanne moved to attack Aphra, he only offered an unsympathetic scowl.
"I don't think it's our fight," he softly explained to Paola after she jolted up. He took note of Paola's worry over the situation, but Devland thought Aphra deserved whatever hell Roxanne would give her. He mentally recorded everything Roxanne said, wanting to keep note of it for later dealings with Aphra. As the tigress tore into the white feline, he found himself unable to look away. The snapping of bones and tearing of flesh was gruesome, but he was not moved to halt the fighting.
When Paola inched closer to him, Devland spared her a glance. Knowing his words would fail him, he instead pressed lightly against her, hoping he could offer comfort. His attention returned to the one-sided battle as Georgia arrived. The sadness that enveloped the girl surprised him greatly, but the rage that followed suit did not. He was unable to stop himself from humming in thought as Georgia attempted to separate the pair.
Windswept, quite tired, and thoroughly confused by how everything was unfolding, he barely noticed Harlow's exit or the way Lawkit was completely overwhelmed. "Disgusting," he remarked, words clearly meant for Aphra.
Re: MR BLUE / a death - APHRA CIPHER . - 08-16-2020
[glow=grey,1,400]FOR ONCE, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME AND CHASE ME ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Aphra meant her words, 100%. Sam was one of the reasons she had these scars on her face in the first place (even though it had been Marina that actually scarred her) - not to mention, her relationship with the Captain. Anyone who was close to Goldenluxury made it to Aphra's hatelist, so it was definitely a surprise to her that she was developing feelings for Roxanne, knowing how close the Officer was with her neice.
As Roxanne turned around and stalked towards her, Aphra fluffed out her fur and flattened her ears, baring her teeth in an attempt to warn the much larger female to keep away from her. To no avail, obviously, as Roxanne already gripped her throat and Aphra sat there in a tense state, glaring up at Roxie. When Aphra was tossed aside, she got a brief moment to catch her breath, only for Roxanne to begin her hunt. Once again, Aphra scrambled to her paws as much as she could in an attempt to get away from the Officer, only to quickly fail.
Panic flared in Aphra's chest as Roxanne started to move her tail at an odd angle, putting pressure onto it. There was slight pain that Aphra felt as she tried to fight Roxanne, before the feeling exploded over her entire body as her tail snapped. Aphra screeched in pain, her heart pounding, as she tried to struggle away from Roxie once more - only to get forced back onto the ground by the tigress's swipe that tore her ears. Aphra hissed as Roxie got close once more, lowering her face to speak, only to grab Aphra's forepaw and bite down - once again causing a snap.
In a moment of panic as she was separated from Roxanne by Georgia's wind, Aphra tried to lash out at ROXANNE's face - the only thing that could really be done at this moment. It was mostly to protect herself, but obviously an attempt to get back at Roxanne. Words were screamed at her, but Aphra barely acknowledged them; she wanted to cry, she wanted to disappear.
So Aphra fled the scene, as quickly as she could in such an injured state.
//out![glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
As Roxanne turned around and stalked towards her, Aphra fluffed out her fur and flattened her ears, baring her teeth in an attempt to warn the much larger female to keep away from her. To no avail, obviously, as Roxanne already gripped her throat and Aphra sat there in a tense state, glaring up at Roxie. When Aphra was tossed aside, she got a brief moment to catch her breath, only for Roxanne to begin her hunt. Once again, Aphra scrambled to her paws as much as she could in an attempt to get away from the Officer, only to quickly fail.
Panic flared in Aphra's chest as Roxanne started to move her tail at an odd angle, putting pressure onto it. There was slight pain that Aphra felt as she tried to fight Roxanne, before the feeling exploded over her entire body as her tail snapped. Aphra screeched in pain, her heart pounding, as she tried to struggle away from Roxie once more - only to get forced back onto the ground by the tigress's swipe that tore her ears. Aphra hissed as Roxie got close once more, lowering her face to speak, only to grab Aphra's forepaw and bite down - once again causing a snap.
In a moment of panic as she was separated from Roxanne by Georgia's wind, Aphra tried to lash out at ROXANNE's face - the only thing that could really be done at this moment. It was mostly to protect herself, but obviously an attempt to get back at Roxanne. Words were screamed at her, but Aphra barely acknowledged them; she wanted to cry, she wanted to disappear.
So Aphra fled the scene, as quickly as she could in such an injured state.
//out![glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]