brush off the dirt and let my change of heart occur / roseblood capture

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Captures. Tortures. In her prime, Carmen hosted plenty. From time to time she would send out a small party to raid a neighboring village, bring back the last person they found alive. It was all pure fun; the blood on her claws, seeping into the sand, the stench of fear prominent on the breeze. She would always say her finest moments had been those in which she had tortured her rat of a father. For countless days she had kept him on the brink of death, teetering on the edge. Wounds would be treated, then the next day she would be tearing them open again and inflicting more. Her approaches had never been the most subtle. Things like poison or sedatives had never occurred to her. Just pain. Just bloodshed.

She'd been basking in the shade when her maroon gaze settled upon Briar. Another pretty face she had not yet had the pleasure of meeting, and behind her, a body on a slab of earth. Carmen couldn't say she wasn't impressed by the display. Her limbs stretched out before her and her chin slowly set upon her paws, eyes half-lidded as she decided to watch the scene from the comfort of the shade. A lazy, sly smile graced her lovely face as she drew her gaze over both Briar and the unconscious foreigner, and a smooth purr rumbled within her chest. "Put on a good show." Carmen cooed, her gold adorned tail twitching lightly.