SEVEN BILLION SOULS — MEETING & ORIENTATION [08/03]

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]stop, stop, stop... no one do anything.

at the command, prestige moved to get away from the lioness, though his movements were caught up when she jumped, causing him to be flung across the room. he hit the floor with a thump and rolled. it hurt like a bitch, but he got up, heaving his body from the marble tile and looking up just in time to see the beast coming straight for him.

before he could even move she was on top of him. pres slammed to the floor with a breathless wheeze beneath the lioness's weight, feeling something break almost immediately. he cried out through gritted teeth and frantically reached up, attempting to claw at her leg to be released, but it was no use. more cracks erupted from his rib cage and prestige dropped his head to the floor, huffing, trying desperately to get air in. the room blurred, grew darker, and in the back of his mind the adviser knew what was going to become of him.

i'm going to die.

fear set in. he didn't want to die, but with each passing moment, he came closer to it. another crack, another howl of pain. he struggled weakly, knowing full well it wouldn't get him anywhere, but a scared, dying animal would do anything to get out of a situation like this. he glanced around the room, watching the horrified faces of the rosebloods. prestige, the pitiful adviser, dying in front of their eyes. what a dignified death. he ground his teeth together and dug his claws in further at the pain.

the tuxedo felt another rib crush, felt it puncture something. blood sputtered from his mouth. he convulsed beneath the lioness's paw and let out a last weak cry, legs kicking out feebly for a few moments, until finally his body fell limp. prestige's head lolled to the side, glazed and lifeless eyes settling upon sola.