one break - open; branding

[rhosmari]

LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? THEN YOU GOT GOOD VISION
BOY, THIS BEAT HITS SO DIFFERENT.

Was she supposed to be scared? Terrified of his actions? She was above fear. The woman had lived through many things, saw friends and families be slaughtered from enemy tribes. And he thought his threats, his pointless actions would cause her to falter and stumble? He didn't know who he was dealing with. The woman did not walk these lands like most did, she had come from a much different land that had been savage. One that not most survived through their younger months. Her claws stretched his skin, curling underneath to saw and make the patterns that she saw fight to burn into his flesh. She didn't look away from him as he stared back at her. The flames of her mane slowly flowing down her spine. If she could she would kill him now. She would kill him and be done with him but she promised Gael and she intended to keep that promise. When his teeth snapped in her face she didn't flinch. Her muzzle curled as she attempted to press harder into his chest, forcing his wound deeper and deeper still. When he shout she said nothing because she doubted he could. She doubted someone so weak to attack someone much smaller than he was could do anything.

But her eyes cut to the side as her daughter suddenly spoke out. Claiming she couldn't attack children. She never said she would attack a child. She had said that once they were older and were actually abled fighters. Well beyond the age of a child unless abled fighters meant something different here. Despite that her attention was grabbed when the Pittian decided it was a smart idea to grab her paw. Her head turned to focus on him once more, suddenly devoid of emotion. "She is sad for him. She now sees why he is an embarrassment to the Pitt. He doesn't even deserve to call that place a home." As Sweeney spoke up, understanding her words, the woman's paw would suddenly burst into flames and most likely it could potentially burn the panthers paw quite badly if he didn't let go quick enough and then if he did let go she would swing her paw aiming to dig her burning claws against the back of his head and force his skull to rebound off the ground in an attempt to knock him out. If that happened then everything was completed. The branding was done and she would drag the panther back to the Pitt.

— Reggan