you left before i got to

[ninazu]

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Paws churn up the earth as the lioness races after the feathered beast, plants wilting in her wake. The ardent learned everyday to trust her instincts – leadership came naturally to a mind as logical and precise as her own, and she quickly learned that second-guessing herself caused her own downfall. She lived with the sadism coursing through her blood for years without doing anything about it; sequestered with her studies on anatomy, thinking herself a damn monster. Almost afraid of herself, really.

She lived, afraid of herself, for so long that trusting herself opened the floodgates in her mind. Overnight, she flexed her claws to burn down the Typhoon’s fucking joke of a tavern. And her web closed around the Rosebloods with every damn action she took – whether directly pulling the strings, or simply allowing her followers the freedom to enact their will on the pathetic animals. The woman never tasted freedom with this level of potency in her life. And she enjoyed it: from the adrenaline burning through her body when chasing down an enemy to the cold calculations spent staring at a map.

Ninazu sees, in the feathered Utahraptor, what she wants. She does not know why she wants him – perhaps as an interesting trophy to decorate her temple, demonstrating her wealth and power to all – but the call for violence sang for her.

When Ament stops to face her, that proved a mistake. Growls join his purr – the lioness adds another burst of speed, the fire of her mane flaring and enveloping her neck in its protective heat. Emotions and logic fade out of focus; Ninazu’s mind drowns in the fight. She wants to win this fight; every neuron not capable of supplying tactics or reacting or otherwise is useless in the moment is not worth listening to.

And she knows, instinctively, that he cannot be allowed to land the first blow. The dinosaur is larger, stronger, potentially faster. If she wants him, she needs to end the fight quickly with an overwhelming display of force. To conquer him, she needs blitzkrieg tactics. Lightning crackles softly against Ninazu’s tawny fur, yellow lines zipping down her spine down to her toes – preparing.

Leaping once close enough to him, the lioness attempts to smack the left side of his skull with both paws – claws unsheathed, trying to dig into his scaled skin. Ultimately, she wants to force his head to the ground – she doesn’t think that his sickle claws could reach her there, at least.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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