Together We Stand Tall

Ashamoro would yowl from the pain as her felt his throat being pierced. Blood oozed from his throat as buzzards and crows waited for the chance to have a meal. Mystic would snap down on the back of his neck even harder as blood sprayed onto her alabaster muzzle. Her crimson eyes watched Felicien as the lion collapsed to the ground, weak from fighting and feeling most of his blood leave his body as he came faint. Mystic would go down on his neck even farther as Ashamoro coughed, blood pourong from his mouth and soon, he would close his eyes and be dead.

Mystic, believing he was gone, weakly stood up and walked over to Felicien and lied down, her head on the ground as she felt like she, too, was going to faint. Her crimson eyes focused on Felicien's bi-colored optical receivers before falling asleep, but she was far from dying, she was weak.