[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

The words had cut deep like intended, prodding and prying into that gaping hole of insecurity. His maw opened and eyes widened with unparalleled shock as water seeped into his vision. The sting of her claws set into his throat, gripping through the fur leaving faint prickles of blood. But it was enough. He was underneath her command in a second, his fear practically burning into the air with a thick distinctive twang. Her words jumbled and nonsensical, he couldn’t interpret them over the own stench of adrenaline coursing within his body.

The paw dropped away, he felt frozen into place. Then she huffed, or sneezed, he didn’t know what but a thick cloud erupted. Particles bursting into the air, engulfing his very senses.

He’d been poisoned.

He was right, right all along. He’d been brought to his own funeral. His eyes wildly blinked and burned, his nose ached and his throat couldn’t gasp for air. She’d done this. His paws dramatically raised towards his prickled throat as he gasped feeling the life begin to drain from his face.

Then a second went by and another until he realised he had in fact just choked on a cloud of dust like a petrified rabbit. His face flushed red with embarrassment through his white fur, he couldn’t meet her gaze. Nor speak as she humiliated him effortlessly.

How pathetic.

[ @Estelle @SuspiciousMindz ]
[ Will allow for sus to make an appearance now ]