Living Dead

The searing pain at the back of her neck grew stronger and stronger, Absinth was unable to hear anything past the growling- the visceral noises that escaped her own jaws. Her tongue was wet with the cat’s blood, but she could not maintain her latch on it after her scream. She wasn’t able to hear Aresenn’s approach, but she did feel the instant relief of being released from her attacker's hold. She gasped, taking a moment- which was all she needed to regain her bearings; her muscles beginning to fill again with the strength she’d lost. Turning, she grinned at the sight of Aresenn grappling to hold the cougar he’d just pulled off of her.

“You fucking bitch!” Absinth roared, her entire face bearing only fury and spite- she lunged for the cat as it rounded on Aresenn. Oh no you don’t! Jaws snapping, she aimed to grab hold of the cat’s throat; to trap it between the two of them. To make it suffer. Sure, it wasn’t the most well-thought out plan, and she would surely take many swipes from it’s claws doing so… but she was fucking pissed, and it couldn’t last long without air at this rate. She wanted it to lose its strength, just as it had attempted to do to her. Her goal was to weaken it before she made it truly pay for it's ambush.

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