tw - mentions of gore

The lioness reeked of the Typhoon but more importantly she reeked of blood. The smell was embedded into her pelt, sticking to her skin. The red substance dyed it and plastered her fur against her body thanks the the pelt she wore for she had no real care to clean it. Maybe later on. Still she had went to the Typhoon and stood at their gate to have a meaningful conversation with her father. But alas, the dead could not speak back and the four and a half year old lioness had encountered someone else. Someone who for all purposes was innocent of the war and threats she proceeded to go through on the Typhoon and the residence there. It left her confused to be so casually chating with her and to break that confusion after he had left her she had snuck into the territory. She had done what they had expected of her, to stop any sort of thought that there would be any chance of change between the two groups. She had descended on the tiger before he had a chance to so anything. His body carefully carved into with thick shards of ice. His screams quickly muffled as he collapsed to the ground. She hadn't wasted much time, skinning him alive so that she could watch the twitching of his muscles. His pelt was beautiful, one of white fur and golden stripes.

Now she wore it dropped over her form and her head almost like a cloak. Poor thing. Much of the body she had eaten halfway from the territory. Taking time to savor the morsels she was indulging in. The feeling of feline flesh sliding down her throat. It was satisfying, it silenced her true hunger. And now she carried his skull in her maw, a wistful feeling in her chest. Coming home. Home. It was what she deemed it to be and the mountain village was predominantly bustling. Moving through the evening rituals some kept. Some stopped to stare at her and she merely smiled back as she carried her companion to her porch. There she flopped down and curled her tail around her paws, holding the skull up to rattle it as if it was speaking to her. She giggled as she looked at it. "Well maybe you should have fought better. Harder.  Smarter. You Typhooners are always so dull." Her brow furrowed as if she was listening for a moment. Skull jaw bones clanking and she snorted.

"Not my fault. Not my problem. And I can wear you for however long I want. The fur is lovely and will keep me warm. You don't need it anymore anyway." A smug look crossed her features before she suddenly frowned and the skull went clattering to the ground. Her eyes became black for a split moment before she began to try and lick the blood from her paws. "Never innocent to begin with."

The acts of Sojourn had prompted Romulus' concern lately. Sporadic acts of violence, emotional lashing out, and using her newfound power to it's finest extent. He couldn't help but wonder what gears were turning inside her head and how she was processing the death of their parents, perhaps contributing to this change in attitude. Today was no different either. As Romulus wandered through the snowed-in village, his gaze shifted as an audible gasp came from a wanderer in the distance. Their wide eyes directed to Sojourn. Their jaw was agape and stunned. His own eyes shifted to view the sight, a displeased hum leaving him upon realization.

His paws began to slowly traverse over. A glare was sent in Aphra and Bryiath's direction as their words encouraged her, only to continue forward. Romulus stopped before his sister, looking down at her with curiosity. For a moment, his periwinkle gaze traced the pelt she donned and the blood that soaked her pelt. Teeth gritted together. "What have you done, Sojourn?" came his concerned tone. For as much as he wanted to indulge in the matter's fine details, there was no time for small talk.

Her eyes lifted up, dark blue serpent tongue pausing as she took note of who was talking to her. Her eyes closed for a moment before she proceeded with the cleaning only to stop a few moments later. "Not really but I do like the fur. It is rather pretty." She muttered softly before she rose to sit up. Most of her face was covered by the pelt and she tilted her head a little when Aphra spoke up. A small giggle left the woman before she shook her head a little, her head lowered then and she allowed a grin to pull across her maw. "You should show try your paw at it, Aphra. It is quite therapeutic." Her voice was almost encouraging as she turned her gaze away and found herself looking at her brother. At his words and how he sounded her own smile faltered. Then faded altogether.

Her eyes narrowed slightly before she looked down to her bloodied paws. Upholding their parents legacy. Blood and destruction. Keeping their home safe. Killing them one by one. "I did what I wanted to do. I killed him and he was delicious." There was not an ounce of regret in her voice. The Typhoon was an enemy and so she felt no reason to be sorry about her actions. Who cared. They were the disgusting ones. Not her. Not Sojourn Malus. When the Pittian came forward she could only smirk. Loving the approval and letting it go to her head. She was please, her group should take this as an example.

His eye's narrowed at her statements. Unease filled his thoughts. Encouraging them to go off and ruthlessly end the lives of many for their gluttonous ways was not morally pleasurable. One possibly took up on the offer too. Romulus lightly gritted his teeth together, merely taking a moment to look away and sigh. His tail lashed. The lion wasn't sure what to assume from this situation... or rather what he didn't want to think about.

Seeing her covered in the blood of an innocent caused his blood to curdle. To Romulus, their parent's legacy was not bound in aggression and blood-spill, but confidence and togetherness. They paraded through every takeover, every mishap, and every moment of their lives together without any doubts. After all, Stryker's ultimate goal was to find a new home for his family. Not bloodshed. If Sojourn saw it that way, which he did not know of, then he would have to argue on his own behalf and the rest of the Malus family's. This wasn't upholding a legacy, but destroying it.

Yet Romulus would not fuss. He merely let his anger sit in place. "I'm glad your dinner was delectable then, Sojourn," he lowly mentioned. A dull expression donned his facial features. "But let's hope they-" A multi-colored paw pointed down at her new pelt, referencing The Typhoon. "- don't eat your heart out as a result." With that said, the lion turned and began to wander off to do his own soul-searching.

/open to being stopped also!!