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Praise.
Something that Tsuyu had found to be quite enthralling, she loved praise. She loved it when people acknowledged her, gave her compliments on her work, as if something as gruesome as this was something to be praised for in the first place. Maybe it was her unstable mind telling her that this was what she was meant to do, or her urgent need to kill the one who touched her without asking first, she didn't know.
She would have purred a happy response to Jerisdie's praise, would have ended up nuzzling into the other's form in thanks, but the moment she turned her head slightly, the hulking form of her Master had been standing over her, and her body was forced downward, legs shaking against the force being pushed on her. She couldn't smell the gore, but she could taste it, and she nearly gagged as blood seemed to pour into her jaws, touching her long, sticky tongue.
Her head was being forced forward, blood pulsating in thin furred ears, her heart rate increasing in a mixture of fear and excitement. The anger radiating off of the lion was so obvious that it had the frog hybrid whimpering underneath him, squirming to escape his grasp.
Until something sharp touched the back of her neck, and she tensed up. This wasn't a game. This wasn't a game, this wasn't a game anymore, Tsu! He wasn't going to praise her, she knew it- she screwed up so bad. Should she lie, or tell the truth? She had a right to kill him, didn't she? She had every right to rip his throat out for touching her- she could have been taken advantage of, he was much bigger than her, after all.
This was self defense, wasn't it?
A soft, broken croak left the girl's throat as she heard- felt, actually, her Master's breath, hot against her ear and cheek. She felt flesh under her body, blood nearly soaking up her whole underside, coming up to her sides, and she could feel vomit rising in her throat at the taste of it in her mouth. "He tried to touch me- I told him not to, ribbit! Tsuyu didn't want to be touched!" She croaked out, voice muffled by her face being pushed into the very carcass of the man she had killed.
They were friends once, she knew. But friends didn't touch each other without the other wanting it. This forceful action that Stryker was yielding over the frog hybrid was making her question everything- Why was she here? Did she do something wrong? Why did he sound so angry? Wasn't this what she was supposed to do? If she didn't like something, all she needed was to kill it, right?
"Did Tsu do something wrong? Was she not supposed to kill him, master? You don't think she's bad, do you, ribbit?" Tsuyu's voice seemed to break at the thought of being scolded for her actions. This was just the start of it- normally, she would have basked in the punishments she got, but this was different. It felt different- she didn't like it.
Praise.
Something that Tsuyu had found to be quite enthralling, she loved praise. She loved it when people acknowledged her, gave her compliments on her work, as if something as gruesome as this was something to be praised for in the first place. Maybe it was her unstable mind telling her that this was what she was meant to do, or her urgent need to kill the one who touched her without asking first, she didn't know.
She would have purred a happy response to Jerisdie's praise, would have ended up nuzzling into the other's form in thanks, but the moment she turned her head slightly, the hulking form of her Master had been standing over her, and her body was forced downward, legs shaking against the force being pushed on her. She couldn't smell the gore, but she could taste it, and she nearly gagged as blood seemed to pour into her jaws, touching her long, sticky tongue.
Her head was being forced forward, blood pulsating in thin furred ears, her heart rate increasing in a mixture of fear and excitement. The anger radiating off of the lion was so obvious that it had the frog hybrid whimpering underneath him, squirming to escape his grasp.
Until something sharp touched the back of her neck, and she tensed up. This wasn't a game. This wasn't a game, this wasn't a game anymore, Tsu! He wasn't going to praise her, she knew it- she screwed up so bad. Should she lie, or tell the truth? She had a right to kill him, didn't she? She had every right to rip his throat out for touching her- she could have been taken advantage of, he was much bigger than her, after all.
This was self defense, wasn't it?
A soft, broken croak left the girl's throat as she heard- felt, actually, her Master's breath, hot against her ear and cheek. She felt flesh under her body, blood nearly soaking up her whole underside, coming up to her sides, and she could feel vomit rising in her throat at the taste of it in her mouth. "He tried to touch me- I told him not to, ribbit! Tsuyu didn't want to be touched!" She croaked out, voice muffled by her face being pushed into the very carcass of the man she had killed.
They were friends once, she knew. But friends didn't touch each other without the other wanting it. This forceful action that Stryker was yielding over the frog hybrid was making her question everything- Why was she here? Did she do something wrong? Why did he sound so angry? Wasn't this what she was supposed to do? If she didn't like something, all she needed was to kill it, right?
"Did Tsu do something wrong? Was she not supposed to kill him, master? You don't think she's bad, do you, ribbit?" Tsuyu's voice seemed to break at the thought of being scolded for her actions. This was just the start of it- normally, she would have basked in the punishments she got, but this was different. It felt different- she didn't like it.
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