vitamin ME deficient
Rhaz
Yarrabelle
Ghazi
Expert Fighter (225)
Beginner Intellectual (0)
age
2 Years
2 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
42
42
player
MalBelle
MalBelle
10-19-2023, 09:57 PM
| “flattery will get you everywhere,” Yarra coos, and though she’s rather aware of her uncle’s naturally flirtatious manner, she can’t help but preen a little at the praise. she is only mortal, after all. “pray tell, what nefarious entertainment have you in mind?” her voice is a low purr, while a delicious shiver runs the length of her spine. no one outside the Saxes could ever truly understand her, could read the filth and rot beneath her pretty pelt and coax its growth in all the right ways. when she looks at Rhazien, she sees a man who knows the blackened depths of her soul - and rather than be disgusted by it, he seeks to draw it to the surface as though it’s a pretty trinket to admire. she falls easily into step with her uncle as he leads her through the forest, every step serving only to heighten her bloodlust. soon the scent of the cougar touches her own nose, and as the cat itself comes into view, a wave of saliva coats her tongue, spilling out from the sides of her bottom jaw. “oh, uncle Rhaz,” she sighs, sneaking him an admiring look from the corner of her eyes, “all this for little ol’ me?” it reminds of when she was a child and he’d bring her gruesome little presents, things like rabbit heads and sparrow heart and the femur or his recent kills. she’d held a fascination with femurs for a long time as a kid; it’d been her very bone. now she looks upon the cougar as it devours it’s snack and a nostalgic smile flits across her lips. ”i shall bring you its heart,” she promises, head tilting in thought, “as a token of my thanks.” and then she’s slinking from the undergrowth, stepping loudly to draw the cougar’s attention from it’s prey. it bares its teeth, hissing fiercely, and Yarra begins a slow circuit around the clearing, relishing the fear and wariness in its eyes. she wants it aware of what’s about to come, to understand who it’s sorry life is about to belong to. the cougar crouches low, haunches quivering in preparation of attack. Yarra grins. the cougar springs forward, feigning left and right in an attempt to intimidate her, and she follows suit, letting it lead in this morbid little dance. and when it does another tight circle around the clearing, Yarra waits for its hind quarters to face her and descends upon it like an omen of death, jaws clamping around the base of its tail while she uses a forepaw to steady its rear. the cougar yowls and twists it’s hard wildly back and forth, snapping its teeth - but Yarra wastes no time yanking on the tail, biting down as blood flows into her mouth. the cougar scrambles forward, and the momentum of Yarra pulling, pulling, pulling backward…rends the tail clean off. the cougar positively screeches, blood pooling onto the earth as Yarra lifts her head, brandishing her prize, letting it’s fear-scent soak into her pelt like the sweetest perfume. |
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