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Originally Posted by hiraeth
still oblivious as ever, the molly didn't even sense the clan cat's presence until he was tearing his claws into her flesh, not having much of an obstacle in order to reach her. lanna's jaws opened in a piercing screech, pain flooding her body. she tried to flail around and see who had attacked her, but her head wasn't able to turn without a searing pain shooting up her spine. she whimpered, her claws grabbing hold of the ground as she attempted to keep upright and fight back. but lanna was too weak. too naive. she didn't know how to fight, as her housefolk had done the fighting for her. her servants had bowed down to every command so lanna could keep her pretty little pelt clean. but now, blood began to stain the white fur, disappearing into whatever black marks she had.
who's the royalty, now? |
geez, the molly wasnt even going to fight back? typical kittypet. spireflare didnt even bother to skilled fighting moves if she was going to act like that. he dug his claws into her back, feeling the satisfying liquid ripple and paint her fur red. after pushing her to the ground, he assumes that her back was facing towards perfectly where he could bite into her scruff, snapping her neck.
she wouldnt even have the liberty to see who was attacking her! he hoped she went to the afterlife restless. leaning down, he pressed his claws further into her back, letting his weight fully rest on her. he let out a low, cackling snarl, green orbs gleaming. this was fun.
he felt his teeth settle into her collar, right there her neck bone was.
he snapped down.