01-30-2020, 05:20 PM
Vathmos feels blood fill her mouth, but confusion hits her when she realizes Snarl remained uninjured. Her eyes casted down, Miller's throat in her jaws. The hyena stepped back, releasing him. Her eyes returned to their normal blackness as Vathmos felt a strong pair of jaws grab onto her Mohawk and send her flying. Vathmos hit the ground on her left shoulder, skidding on her side and scrambling herself to stand.
Vathmos tried to recall if she had ever seen Aurum angry, especially at her. Her ears fell back and Vathmos' body recoiled itself as Aurum yelled at her, looking down at his paws rather than meeting his gaze. She couldn't help such a submissive reaction, but her gaze glanced back to Snarl, trying to defend herself and standing over Miller's body. A small pang of guilt hit her- Miller was not meant to be caught in the cross fire. Vathmos' and Snarl's feud was a battle among themselves, primal and driven by blood, and now Snarl had justification.
Aurum's words hit her ears, and Vathmos found herself lowering to her belly. Throw her out? No, please, she couldn't go anywhere else. She needed shelter, she needed to survive- disappointment. Vathmos lowered herself further, the lion hulking over her.
She wanted to yell at Snarl. Fucking scream at her. Snarl was too fucking busy with her head in the dirt and fire on her pelt. Snarl brought it on herself. Spew insults, push her into the now-extinguished fire, bare her teeth. This whole fucking clan was protecting the hyenas from each other and they needed to get out of the fucking way. Aurum threat lingered over her head, and Vathmos bit her own tongue to keep silent.
Vathmos tried to recall if she had ever seen Aurum angry, especially at her. Her ears fell back and Vathmos' body recoiled itself as Aurum yelled at her, looking down at his paws rather than meeting his gaze. She couldn't help such a submissive reaction, but her gaze glanced back to Snarl, trying to defend herself and standing over Miller's body. A small pang of guilt hit her- Miller was not meant to be caught in the cross fire. Vathmos' and Snarl's feud was a battle among themselves, primal and driven by blood, and now Snarl had justification.
Aurum's words hit her ears, and Vathmos found herself lowering to her belly. Throw her out? No, please, she couldn't go anywhere else. She needed shelter, she needed to survive- disappointment. Vathmos lowered herself further, the lion hulking over her.
She wanted to yell at Snarl. Fucking scream at her. Snarl was too fucking busy with her head in the dirt and fire on her pelt. Snarl brought it on herself. Spew insults, push her into the now-extinguished fire, bare her teeth. This whole fucking clan was protecting the hyenas from each other and they needed to get out of the fucking way. Aurum threat lingered over her head, and Vathmos bit her own tongue to keep silent.
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