02-02-2021, 07:09 PM
''You can't. Or perhaps you just won't, hmm. The woman spoke the words casually as she held the piece of bloodied meat in her grasp. She was humored by the youth and she could smell his fear. This must be his first time being the one that was stepped on. The Coalition lived on and they would understand that they had done nothing to stop them. Just because they....killed him didn't mean that they were scattered or broken. She was not broken. She was not the one that just took out the trash when summoned. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she flicked her tail across the air, pulling on rounded ear back as she heard someone else approach. Her eyes though didn't leave the kid as he spoke and she couldn't help the snort that left her throat. This was not about starving him and making him sit in a cell till he rotted, although it was an idea, no. She was going to force him to consume the flesh of his own. ''Just a little bastard spat out by some Typhoon wench.'' She spoke the words uncaringly, it was no mistaking that COTC and the Typhoon were not friends and would most like remain the most heinous enemies and it would continue with this kid.
Moving forward then she aimed to suddenly grab the kid by the back of his head, twisting him around to look up at her. Gleaming eyes watched him almost solemnly before she moved to try and grab his jaws, pull them wide open before then she would force the flesh down his throat, coating his tongue with the blood of the fallen cat. From there she would then attempt to force his mouth closed, holding it tightly so he couldn't spit anything out and would be forced to swallow. ''Be a good kid and chew your food. Eat all of it and I'll maybe be lenient with you. After all I bet they are working hard in trying to come and rescue you. So good behavior would be great unless you want to go back to them in pieces, or as vomit from my stomach.'' She wouldn't have any issues with eating the young feline if he decided to become more of a problem.
Moving forward then she aimed to suddenly grab the kid by the back of his head, twisting him around to look up at her. Gleaming eyes watched him almost solemnly before she moved to try and grab his jaws, pull them wide open before then she would force the flesh down his throat, coating his tongue with the blood of the fallen cat. From there she would then attempt to force his mouth closed, holding it tightly so he couldn't spit anything out and would be forced to swallow. ''Be a good kid and chew your food. Eat all of it and I'll maybe be lenient with you. After all I bet they are working hard in trying to come and rescue you. So good behavior would be great unless you want to go back to them in pieces, or as vomit from my stomach.'' She wouldn't have any issues with eating the young feline if he decided to become more of a problem.