the heart and the blood 《 》 capture

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Fuck yea he was her superior. Was she really that blind that she couldn't see the literal size difference between them? Apparently so. She continued to insult him but the only thing he could hear was an annoying buzzing noise. A snarl burst from his throat as he narrowed his eyes, tail furiously lashing, stirring up water, mud, blood, fur. Didn't matter, he was hungry. He wanted to feed, and now. She was really getting on his nerves and he was really tempted to eat her. Nom her head off in one bite and take her skull with the fresh brains still writhing in it. A hungry gleam, frighteningly bright, shone suddenly, enough for him to focus on her.

He could clearly see the pain he was causing her, the wings were delicate things and he had his claws in deep in her skin. Brave girl, though, she wouldn't cry out, he liked that. He liked when prey fought back. All rational thoughts flew from his head until the only thing he could think of was to kill, destroy, tear. A tingling, spread from his paws, grim bloody smile on lips as he looked at her, blood on the both of them.

Force against his paw and he lifted it slightly to let her go, let her think she had the advantage. Yes, he was crafty, yes he was smart and yes he was sneaky. He had been raised right by a crafty, manipulative father. He made no sound, observing only through his bloodlust as she didn't run but turned to leap at him. A grimace as their skulls collided, stunning them both and making him take a step back. No way was he going to lose to a tiny gaelic kitten. He staggered, stepping back, looked again as she flew at him her claws digging dangerously close to his eye sockets. He looked up in time, they still dug into his cheeks, just like what he had done to her previously. Another angry roar left him as her fur got in his mouth and he reached up with a paw, pressing it against her belly and unsheathing his claws, digging and snagging them as far into her fur as he could and push her off to attempt to pin her to the ground once again.

She was sneaky, the drunk, had more in her than he expected and he was done playing games. Rapidly two taps, against her skull and her chest, in attempts to knock her out once and for all. Should her skull be even thicker due to alcohol he would simply stand there and watch, both paws placed on her chest, his chest heaving, enjoying the way her wings were now dull and had lost their sparkle.

#psychosocial.