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Originally Posted by Broken
@ Duskflight -- Your Post From Before Migration;
His anger had flared earlier with his interaction with his sister, but slowly as he trekked into the territory after her, it seemed to level off back at the normal level of anger that it was usually at. He slightly hoped that he could catch up with Mercy before she happened to strike another cat, but he wasn't overly concerned with making sure that he did, just trotting along at a decent pace. Inside he was aching for the metallic taste of blood, the feeling of his claws raking through flesh, the feeling of his anger ebbing away for just a little bit. It had been a while since he had killed something, specifically another cat, it was time he killed something. Perhaps he would be given that opportunity today.
Ears perking up at the sound of commotion ahead, Wrath flattened his ears and growled lowly, smelling the blood and immediately he came barreling out of the undergrowth. He wanted to kill the cat. Shouldering Mercy out of the way, he immediately latched his powerful jaws onto the felines throat, viciously shaking his head, tearing flesh into ribbons and snarling, pinning the other feline down as he did this, his sharp claws hooking into the she-cat. Wrath had completely forgotten that Mercy was there and likely wanted to kill this cat. It didn't matter to him at the moment. ))
Mercy growled as she was pushed, landing on her side. When she got to her paws again, her tail lashed and she hissed. The tortie's paw lashed out, catching Wrath on the flank and making a small mark. "You idiot! That was my kill! You are such a moron!" Her one eye blazed with fury and she crouched down, a snarl upon her curled lips. She readied herself to spring, her bloodlust on overdrive.
Even if she lost, she'd just have to battle her own brother to get that feeling of tearing something apart in which she oh-so craved. Mercy's claws dug into the ground as she imagined that it was Wrath's flesh. Her face was distorted with insanity, her ears flattened. "Idiot! I can't wait to taste your blood!" She cackled.
(Eeeh sry its so shorttt) |
{It's fine!}
Within moments the large, burly tom had reduced the thing that had once been a cat into a bloody, mangled mess, in fact, he had been so tuned into flooding out his anger that he didn't even feel the stinging mark as Mercy clawed at his flank, drawing blood. Licking his lips and taking a step back, Wrath surveyed the mess of a corpse before turning his attention to his sister. His anger was now dulled, manageable really, so he simply looked at his sister with a neutral face as she crouched down and snarled, not a single worry on his face as she appeared that she was about to spring. Wrath was one of the largest of the siblings, and compared to Mercy, he practically towered over her, that, and he had a remarkably high pain tolerance.
Snorting in mild amusement, the long-furred, muscled tom smirked slightly at his sister, an odd look on his usually angry face, his eyes glinting with a strange look. "You're the idiot Mercy. You make one more towards attacking me I'll render you incapable of moving and let the crows pick at your bones. Go find some other stupid cat before you do something to hurt yourself." Meowed the tom, sitting down and beginning to lick his paw, though his eyes were still focused on her, his claws unsheathed and ready to grip into her should she make any violent advance towards him.