el tigre

Aa tbr tiger staggered and bellowed, Mortis held on for dear life. His wings flared out behind him like a dark angel of death as he fought for balance. His claws digging into its flesh and leaving great weeping holes of red in its wake. He breathed heavily from the excitement and effort. Mags kept its head from the pup with his teeth in its throat, and when he tore a chunk of it free, he knew what was expected of him. Resin often left him the killing blow.

Releasing his hold and hitting the ears hard, he lunged forward, wings buffeting its body as his dire sabers sought its life blood. He found its throat, its attempts to shake him free and fight back were feeble. Mags had already done a number on him. Likely in a short amount of time it would have bleed to death, or suffocated by the damage to its throat. Mortis didnt leave it with time to suffer, pulling out its throat in bloody movement. The body of the tiger fell hard to the earth, and a panting, exhilarated Mortis turned to Mas. "Wicked." He commented with pleasure.