Living Dead

They had made their way out of the Pines, the talk of family ties dying as they regained their focus on the task at hand. Absinth was taking an opportunity to explore a tad bit, veering off from her companion as they trekked through the ancient river bed. She was intrigued by the pristine white stone below her paws, the gold holding her attention the most. Perhaps it had been the company she had that left her guard lowered, or perhaps the creature had simply been far too adept at ambush.

It happened suddenly. A wild, yowling noise- Absinth whipping her head upwards above her; only to see a tan blur fall on her. Immediately claws gripped her, sinking into her back and shoulders; and then came the teeth. They struck true, clamping down onto the back of her neck; attempting to kill in the way felines did easily. Absinth had no time to react, her own yelp of pain rang sharp in the air. The fucking thing had dropped from a cliff onto her! She couldn’t hold herself up with its weight bearing down on her, so she fell in a heap; the mountain lion atop her like it had already won; tail lashing in predatory delight.

Though, Absinth wasn’t the type to go down without a fight. At this moment she had forgotten Aresenn, so she began to struggle like a mad woman; vicious snarls escaping her as she snapped at the beast's closest appendage- which was one of the paws sunken into her shoulder. She sank her fangs in deep, eliciting a pained cry from the cat- but it did little to make it release her. Instead it applied more pressure to its bite. Absinth growled- no, screamed now in agony.

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