Ninazu stalked through the jungle foliage, her tropical colors blending into the green foliage far better than the mountains and snow. Yes, even in this snow leopard body, she longed for territory similar to the Condemned’s original biome, and it showed in her coloration.
As she to prowled in Typhoon’s sweltering jungle, her thick pelt burned and prickled under her skin. She sloughed off her skin, ripping it off the muscle in great bloody chunks, and left the skin buried beneath a koa tree. The exposed skeleton and muscle contorted, lengthening and strengthening, until the Utahraptor was ready to continue her hunt.
Fuck the Typhoon—fuck Goldie, the pirate princess, and Roxanne, the pirate bitch, in particular. Stryker would still be alive, the Coalition would still be thriving and sprawled over the entire landmass, if it weren’t for these two and their crew. But it was Goldie who’d fought Stryker in the final battle, the one directly responsible for his death and the Coalition’s downfall.
So Ninazu did what anyone who’d lost a partner would do: she sought closure. And revenge.
The cosmos rippled in her feathers, green and yellow twinkling in iridescent flashes. The Kingpin followed the scent trail to the beach, knowing it was almost time, knowing the one to blame was close. Her claws scored gashes in the damp earth; she was too close now, far enough away from the rest, that it didn’t matter how well she disguised her presence.
There would be screams soon enough. When she claimed her revenge and tasted the pirate princess’s blood.
Explosively, she burst out of the undergrowth at the treeline’s edge, racing towards the tigress. The hot sand tickled her scales, kicked up in dusty clouds, as she advanced with green fire in her breath. She jumped, attempting to slam her clawed foot into the tigress’s upper back, and hissed black smoke through her nostrils.
[b]“Should’ve let you bleed out in the Tanglewoods,” Ninazu snarled. Her claws, if successful at digging into the former captain, would squeeze tight. [b]“This time, there’s no one to beg for your life.”
As she to prowled in Typhoon’s sweltering jungle, her thick pelt burned and prickled under her skin. She sloughed off her skin, ripping it off the muscle in great bloody chunks, and left the skin buried beneath a koa tree. The exposed skeleton and muscle contorted, lengthening and strengthening, until the Utahraptor was ready to continue her hunt.
Fuck the Typhoon—fuck Goldie, the pirate princess, and Roxanne, the pirate bitch, in particular. Stryker would still be alive, the Coalition would still be thriving and sprawled over the entire landmass, if it weren’t for these two and their crew. But it was Goldie who’d fought Stryker in the final battle, the one directly responsible for his death and the Coalition’s downfall.
So Ninazu did what anyone who’d lost a partner would do: she sought closure. And revenge.
The cosmos rippled in her feathers, green and yellow twinkling in iridescent flashes. The Kingpin followed the scent trail to the beach, knowing it was almost time, knowing the one to blame was close. Her claws scored gashes in the damp earth; she was too close now, far enough away from the rest, that it didn’t matter how well she disguised her presence.
There would be screams soon enough. When she claimed her revenge and tasted the pirate princess’s blood.
Explosively, she burst out of the undergrowth at the treeline’s edge, racing towards the tigress. The hot sand tickled her scales, kicked up in dusty clouds, as she advanced with green fire in her breath. She jumped, attempting to slam her clawed foot into the tigress’s upper back, and hissed black smoke through her nostrils.
[b]“Should’ve let you bleed out in the Tanglewoods,” Ninazu snarled. Her claws, if successful at digging into the former captain, would squeeze tight. [b]“This time, there’s no one to beg for your life.”
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