04-22-2022, 02:52 PM
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she was a freaking mess. she had left a week ago to do that blooding thing. not that she had cared, really. it was more at the request of mr. snuggles. she was expected to do as he wished, or he would not care for her. so, of course here she was doing something she could care less about.
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that emotionless gaze studied the world around her as she picked her way through the desert. moving like she was simply a ghost. she was seeking her victim and she was still on the trail. she found a strange scent and had decided to follow it. something she hardly cared to do, as trespassers or prey were not on her list often.
half the time she forgot to eat. so, this was likely her first meal in days. she only stopped when she reached the resting being. it was, what appeared to be, a young gazelle. it seemed to be passing through in search of food or water. it would never make it.
the kill had been slow. more like torture. livingdead would pin her victim and cut them over and over. small cuts. watching the blood pool under her. she would start eating the still alive creature. living off it for a few days. rolling in the blood until she was soaked. she would take her rib and skull. carrying these things as she headed home.
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that was why she was there in camp. covered in blood with bones at her paws. that was why she was a nasty mess. she did what she was told and she look awful for it.
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LIVINGDEAD— CHEETAH — FEMALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE PITT
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #64F58D;"]mess.she was a freaking mess. she had left a week ago to do that blooding thing. not that she had cared, really. it was more at the request of mr. snuggles. she was expected to do as he wished, or he would not care for her. so, of course here she was doing something she could care less about.
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that emotionless gaze studied the world around her as she picked her way through the desert. moving like she was simply a ghost. she was seeking her victim and she was still on the trail. she found a strange scent and had decided to follow it. something she hardly cared to do, as trespassers or prey were not on her list often.
half the time she forgot to eat. so, this was likely her first meal in days. she only stopped when she reached the resting being. it was, what appeared to be, a young gazelle. it seemed to be passing through in search of food or water. it would never make it.
the kill had been slow. more like torture. livingdead would pin her victim and cut them over and over. small cuts. watching the blood pool under her. she would start eating the still alive creature. living off it for a few days. rolling in the blood until she was soaked. she would take her rib and skull. carrying these things as she headed home.
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that was why she was there in camp. covered in blood with bones at her paws. that was why she was a nasty mess. she did what she was told and she look awful for it.
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