snarl! snap!
[ medusa's seasonal prompt ]
You're not feeling so well...
Medusa
Wraith
Master Fighter (699)
Master Hunter (325)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
age
7 Years
7 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
25
25
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
06-12-2022, 04:26 PM
The jaguar was fighting a losing battle. She had already severely damaged and broken his foreleg, so even if they decided to spare his life, the damaged limb would have been a death sentence. Although Medusa hadn't a clue what humane was, killing it was the better option at this point. It wouldn't suffer. Not after the pair of wolves were done with it. Perhaps it thought this would be an easy steal, but boy was he wrong! Medusa had had enough of others treating her poorly, wolf and wild animal alike. This encounter would only serve to strengthen her. To fuel her on. She was on a path that Habari had essentially forced her on, and there was no straying from it. Wren gunned for the jaguar's neck, and through her own snarling, Medusa watched it flail as it hit Wren over, and over, and over again. The limb she had in her mouth was useless to the big cat now, so she let go and lunged for an opening on the back of its neck. It snarled and thrashed and cried out in pain as it was assaulted. But Medusa didn't exactly have the empathy to feel bad for the beast. It had tried to steal their kill. It had attacked them first. Since Habari came into her life, she had learned it was a dog-eat-dog world. Her father whom she often saw in her dreams told her it was her, or them. And she chose herself. She would always choose herself when it came to survival. That's all she knew how to do since the moment she was born. From the moment her mother abandoned her without a trace and basically left her barely hanging on. Teeth clamped onto the back of the jaguar's neck, and she used her motion and grip to twist it. An audible snap was heard, and the next thing she knew the jaguar had fallen limp, the light and fight gone from its eyes. WC: 2,691/2,500 |