NEVER THOUGHT TO QUESTION WHY // cdc prompt

[Freya]

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PAIN IN THE ASS

FREYA SANTOS

THE TYPHOON

BLACK MONGOOSE

© lexasperated

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Death had never bothered Freya. She was surrounded by it every day and experienced it often enough that it had no effect on her or her mindset. Blood, however, was something that Freya was interested in. She used it often in her rituals and even potions, therefor she often found herself attracted to the scent. So, of course, when the mongoose caught the familiar smell, she turned 'round and headed in the direction the scent was coming from. She noticed Goldie heading in the same direction and immediately bounded alongside the bengal, a low rumble in her throat the only greeting she currently gave.

Upon reaching the area that the scent was coming from, Freya's pupils slitted as they narrowed on Ceasar, disgust clear on her face as she watched him tear into the clearly deceased creature. The poor think looked young, under a year, most certainly. The blood flowing from the wounds inflicted by Caesar alerted her that the small feline had died recently, mere hours previously at the latest. Snare's arival brought Freya's irritation to a new level as she left her protective stance at Goldie's side and stalked toward Caesar, her voice holding a clear warning. "The youngin's are here, Caesar. Leave the thing alone." Her large tail flashed in his direction in an attempt to ward him off the feline's carcass, her eyes staring into his own.

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