08-05-2018, 09:51 AM
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Her first experience with the capture of another had gone rather badly, though her own paws had never found the one who had been dragged back it had left her heart to lurch into her throat, the sight of blood leaving her dizzy for a time. It was a response she was learning to deal with, slowly working through it for it had become necessary for her to work with, if not on a daily basis than more regular for she still had minimal training, yet this was different. To draw the blood of another, even an enemy, left a bad taste within her mouth she couldn't quite explain, something about the needless shedding sitting badly with the sage.
All the same it was a look of savage glee which curled about her lips, a smile with the edge of a knife though the dark eyes portrayed little, movement drawing to a halt by Cleo. Confusion touched her briefly when the earthy tone hit her, familiar now for it had come to mark her own pelt beneath the tang of salt, brow knitting together as the smile drooped, frown taking its place. Was this lion a healer in someway, or did he merely enjoy rolling about in flowers like an idiot.
For now Aita would hold her tongue, gaze briefly rising to touch upon Gabriel as the captive spoke to him with what seemed familiarity, curious as to what was going on here. Quickly she made up her mind to seek out Moon later, if he made it out of this alive, and question him some, wondering on what information she could glean from him if indeed he was a healer, more interested in this thought than the torture which played out before her.
All the same it was a look of savage glee which curled about her lips, a smile with the edge of a knife though the dark eyes portrayed little, movement drawing to a halt by Cleo. Confusion touched her briefly when the earthy tone hit her, familiar now for it had come to mark her own pelt beneath the tang of salt, brow knitting together as the smile drooped, frown taking its place. Was this lion a healer in someway, or did he merely enjoy rolling about in flowers like an idiot.
For now Aita would hold her tongue, gaze briefly rising to touch upon Gabriel as the captive spoke to him with what seemed familiarity, curious as to what was going on here. Quickly she made up her mind to seek out Moon later, if he made it out of this alive, and question him some, wondering on what information she could glean from him if indeed he was a healer, more interested in this thought than the torture which played out before her.
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