05-20-2021, 10:32 AM
SOJOURN
MALUS
MALUS
-- tw for gore and potential thoughts of suicide
A hush fell over the woman as she looked down at the male before her. A moment. Just a gentle quiet after his apology. No one had ever apologized to her before. No one had ever thought about the pain that she was in, her own burden of a broke family. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she took in his words, never meant for it to happen like this. With the Typhoon on her lands thinking they had an an ounce of a chance. They may get their two bumbling fools back but they would remember this day. They would. "It's to-," Her words were cut off as suddenly he stumbled back before lunging at her. Digging teeth into her flesh. Pain hissed through her veins and yet she didn't move. Not an ounce of movement. Her mind circling around one thought. 'Dig deeper. Deeper! You're almost there. Just a little more.' Yet it never went deeper, but the flesh was torn away. Blood like caustic oil slowly sliding down her torn flesh and skin. A laugh broke from her muzzle then as she looked at Michael. Really stared at him with her wild and crazy eyes. Her head jerked to the side and then she hunkered down. "My turn...."
A monster she was. A being who cared nothing of the lives of others. A beast that lurked just underneath her skin. The sound of someone coming closer did not make her look up for her gaze was locked on the bobcat even as blood dripped from her wound. Liar. Liar! LIAR! With nary a sound she lunged at the other and aimed to throw him against the ground. Her teeth tried to snap onto his neck and and hold him down. They would watch. They would see. They would know her broken heart all of them. Her claws flexed once and then again before they aimed to find their mark. His stomach. She would aim to dig them in slowly at first, twisting and carving through skin and muscle. Blood oozed from around her claws and she grinned with pure glee. From there she aimed to drag her claws down, slitting him open with four large cuts all the way to the base of his tail. Nothing would stop her as she watched his entrails come spilling out. A nice meal they would be and she aimed to release him before pulling them out with her teeth to show them, dragging them across the ground. Such a pretty picture. Look! Look at what she did!
-- permission give from stilly for Michael's death
A hush fell over the woman as she looked down at the male before her. A moment. Just a gentle quiet after his apology. No one had ever apologized to her before. No one had ever thought about the pain that she was in, her own burden of a broke family. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she took in his words, never meant for it to happen like this. With the Typhoon on her lands thinking they had an an ounce of a chance. They may get their two bumbling fools back but they would remember this day. They would. "It's to-," Her words were cut off as suddenly he stumbled back before lunging at her. Digging teeth into her flesh. Pain hissed through her veins and yet she didn't move. Not an ounce of movement. Her mind circling around one thought. 'Dig deeper. Deeper! You're almost there. Just a little more.' Yet it never went deeper, but the flesh was torn away. Blood like caustic oil slowly sliding down her torn flesh and skin. A laugh broke from her muzzle then as she looked at Michael. Really stared at him with her wild and crazy eyes. Her head jerked to the side and then she hunkered down. "My turn...."
A monster she was. A being who cared nothing of the lives of others. A beast that lurked just underneath her skin. The sound of someone coming closer did not make her look up for her gaze was locked on the bobcat even as blood dripped from her wound. Liar. Liar! LIAR! With nary a sound she lunged at the other and aimed to throw him against the ground. Her teeth tried to snap onto his neck and and hold him down. They would watch. They would see. They would know her broken heart all of them. Her claws flexed once and then again before they aimed to find their mark. His stomach. She would aim to dig them in slowly at first, twisting and carving through skin and muscle. Blood oozed from around her claws and she grinned with pure glee. From there she aimed to drag her claws down, slitting him open with four large cuts all the way to the base of his tail. Nothing would stop her as she watched his entrails come spilling out. A nice meal they would be and she aimed to release him before pulling them out with her teeth to show them, dragging them across the ground. Such a pretty picture. Look! Look at what she did!
-- permission give from stilly for Michael's death
[b]KINGPIN — COALITION — 3.5 YEARS
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