the heart and the blood 《 》 capture

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Confessing his love? No thanks, she wasn't really his type. One night maybe, but she was waaay too small and he had Aphra to worry about, but that moment had passed and now she was underneath him commenting on how it was rude to taste a lady's blood. That slightly amused him since from her actions he doubted she was a lady, plus she was a drunk right now which meant he shouldn't take any of her words seriously. Plus he had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, with her weird accent and calling him a bull. He wasn't a bull, he was a panther. Thinking about it, he probably had what it took to take down a bull, but that was a thing to experiment with later. Now, response.

He leant down next to her ear with a bloodthirsty grin, uncaring the amount of pressure he was putting on her chest and ribs. "Next time, try not to tease your... superiors." His attitude really started to show now, the stone-cold personality his father had enforced upon him slipping through his sanity, slowly. His eyes glowed almost eerily bright and he smiled wide at her, noticing her put her paws against his chest. He felt her try to push him off, yeah, good luck with that, then felt air rush up as she attempted to kick him again and swung his head around to avoid it but still getting a nice tap in the ear, briefly causing a buzzing sensation that shook his skull. Didn't matter, he had been beaten too often anyways he was used to it. One second it took to recover, then the beast was back in motion, rearing his neck back as she hawked up spit and blood and spat it into his face. His maw opened, a laugh slipped out.
"That, my dear, was a huge mistake." He murmured. "You have insulted me. You have humiliated me. I do not like that." He continued, digging his claws further into her skin and gaze lingering on her wings, a hungry sort of expression taking over his face as finally, finally, his sanity snapped.

Before he could do anything a flash of fur and her claws were sinking into his shoulder, sinking deep and drawing blood, large amount of it. That was fine, her claws were tiny and he barely felt it. He laughed it off, the high not making him feel anything, no pain, only hunger. Only thing he could see was red. Didn't matter. Then her teeth latched into the wounds Romulus had delivered to his neck, the serrated edges digging like needles into the skin and burrowing into wounded flesh that caused the panther to roar with pain, blindly lashing out in fury and striking her in the leg. Still took him time to recover and she ran, in a direction he could only pinpoint by sound. His blind fury had knocked anything and everything around him and he heard her paws thud the dirt as she attempted to escape.

"Not so fast, bitch." He rumbled and copied his tactic from earlier, leaping over and snagging her wings at the base and tugging her harshly back, wrapping his claws around the female's torso and pulling her back into his clutches before spinning around and pinning her down into water, face-first. He watched her nose in the air attempt to take her last breaths but loosened pressure on her head only to push her down by the neck, the other paw slowly digging into her skin by the roots of her wings.

#psychosocial.