Death Of An Assassin

*Morphine* · 07-06-2013, 10:13 AM

thank you shrap ♥

The bruised area upon her chest collided with the adversary?s own, and although the mass of her opponent was inevitably heavier than her own and she should have recoiled due to the weight difference, the combination of her forelimb slithering to wrap about the assassin?s neck and Cyanide?s grip to the bridge of her muzzle kept the pallid wraith pressed up against her opponent, refraining from bouncing backwards or losing her balance in the process. The renegade?s speed did not seem to defy nature and Morphine managed to obtain a successful grip upon her opponent?s mandible, powerful incisors piercing the tender tissue of the woman?s gums and the delicate flesh beyond her chin, a concoction of her own blood and the traitor?s flooding the interior of her mouth with a bittersweet, coppery taste. The crimson liquid trickled down her throat, savoring the sensation of victory only momentarily before she abruptly wrenched her skull downwards, withdrawing her opponent?s teeth from their position lodged into her upper jaw and simultaneously bringing her forelimb to rest stationary upon the ground to maintain her balance in the case that the other should launch forward out of desperation. But any effort the renegade would have made to cease Morphine?s actions would have proven to be futile, for it was then that the pallid wraith thrust her own weight to her hindquarters, all four of her heels digging into the earth to aide her in the motion of an abrupt pullback. The pressure of her jaws increased tenfold, pupils locked upon her opponent?s face so that she could witness the intense look of inexplicable pain that should have wracked the assassin?s features as a grotesque pop! resounded from the depths of her jaws and the opponent?s mandible fell limp with detachment. Her own jaws slackened at the realization of her feat, stepping back a few steps to assess the damage dealt unto her opponent with a devious gleam to her mercury eyes.

What she viewed could not have appeased the ardent bitch further ? the renegade?s mandible involuntarily hung limp, blood cascaded from her lips at all angles and tainted her otherwise pristine coat a deep crimson. To others, the sight might have been revolting, but in Morphine?s eyes, the traitor had never appeared so pretty before then. A smirk caressed her countenance as she admired her handiwork for a moment, fully aware that the deed had not quite been carried out ? but what was the traitor to do with a lack of weaponry? After the serpentine queen had received her fill, she lunged forward, neck extending to bring her jaws to the upper portion of the renegade?s neck that she had targeted just before, incisors aiming to penetrate the veins located there and finding success quickly. Jaws encased her opponent?s throat, blood oozing from the areas her incisors had pierced with a rapid flow. Metallic eyes rolled back in their sockets in utter ecstasy and she released her grip, feeling her opponent slide down her front into a heap on the ground, extending a forelimb towards the traitor?s broken jaw to press her forepaw upward, beneath the opponent?s chin to allow the blood to pool in the back of her throat so that the girl may die choking on the liquid. Her visage was vague despite her internal thrill as she observed the traitor dying before her eyes, lowering her muzzle to press against the other?s ear to offer a final sentiment. ?Perhaps in the next life, you will choose your battles more wisely,? she stated darkly, her vocals eerily calm and soft, meant only for the assassin to hear. Once the life had drained from the traitor?s eyes, Morphine pressed her elevated paw firmly against the earth, pupils never straying from the gored corpse.

After a few moments of staring in silence, she pivoted back to face the crowd that had gathered, allowing her gaze to dart from each set of pupils on her, curious as to whether or not either present had been a close companion to the now-deceased. She inhaled deeply, the abrupt intake of oxygen puffing out her bloodied chest as she contemplated the right words to say. ?Leave her,? she spoke softly, a hint of a threat lingering behind her words as her gaze travelled the sea of faces once more, wavering upon Nnoitra?s for a fraction of a second longer than the rest. If any would protest the death of an assassin, it would surely be the seasoned male. ?For the birds,? she added quickly, maleficence gleaming within her mercury depths as she glanced up towards the odd creature residing within the tree.

And with that, she turned away, trotting off in the direction she had come from.

ooc sorry, eve, but this honestly took much longer than it should have :l i hope you understand.

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