[Blaaze]

▪︎Sproutfleck▪︎
▪︎The Bronze Knight▪︎
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1| The Collector
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TW: Blood, death, and gore

The wild plethora of claws and fangs had begun, a primitively natural method of bloodshed and killing. As the Tom recovered from his leap, Freshmeat’s jade green hues narrowed a snarl rose in his throat, the pumped adrenaline threatening to send him spiraling into a manic wave of murderous desires. The fox of which he had caught within the trap was now being attacked by Nightgaze, a renewed hornet who The Bronze Knight hadn’t laid sights on since the adventure of arriving here

. She was tussling with the restrained russet predator now, and the wave of Killer Aptitude Rose up in his chest as the bobtail let out a wild snarl, lunging into the fray. The vixen seemed faintly surprised by his sudden interference, and without a second thought Freshmeat slammed his jaws down upon its throat, eyes gleaming with malice and pure hatred.

In an instant blood seeped into his jaws and around his eyes as the dappled brown-ginger feline tore himself backwards and away, a chunk of the vile animals neck in his jaws. Making quick work of rolling to his paws and dropping the meat of the fallen vixen, it came as an unexpected, unwelcome surprise that his right left leg wasn’t keen on supporting his weight. A sudden jab of intensified pain shot through the limb, and he quickly realized it was bleeding. A large bite mark resided where a patch of sleek fur once had, the mark of teeth in flesh evident.

He had been lucky that his leg remained, and no flesh had been removed. The Beonze Knight had been awfully close to having his leg ripped apart. But at least the vixen was dead. Freshmeat, panting from exertion, turned to get a brief look at the wound, as the bloody leg was lifted tenderly above the ground. Inches from his haunch lie the bite mark. At least his hip wasn’t crushed. The battle was slightly winding down now, and adrenaline that had masked the pain was crumbling away. But despite this Freshmeat (Sproutfleck?) remained poised and fluffed up, a hint of an oncoming snarl on his muzzle.
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