Living Dead

Absinth could feel the stinging of claws catching her hide as the cougar struggled, but her jaws remained locked in a deadly grip around its throat despite it. She didn’t care if she was taking some damage, it was all worth it. She’s proven time and time again her will was strong, the cat would not be out matching her in that aspect. As Aresenn forced it down with brute strength, Absinth used her own body weight to assist him from her own angle. The impressive show of force from both parties upon their prey would have been a sight to behold had any soul been witness to it.

As the beast grew weaker and weaker due to its slow suffocation, Absinth’s bloodlust only grew stronger. Still she held fast, the sensation of a heart beat struggling to cope with the lack of oxygen could be felt through her jaws and tongue. When the limbs began to twitch, and the noises dissolved into sporadic gurgles, did Absinth let go… Her fores now more than enough to hold the half-dead limp cat down. Whether Aresenn let go or not by this point, Absinth’s vision was tunneling so she was unaware. Emeralds blazing anger and satisfaction down at her would-be attacker. She loathed the thing for making her into its prey, however short a time it had been.

She giggled. A wicked sound that abruptly cut off into a piercing snarl, her teeth coming down on the recovering cougar face- and in one swift grotesque motion she tore its nose away. The cats now open nasal passage in full view, spurting blood onto the ground and shocking the beast to wakefulness. Though it would not last long. Confusion assaulted the creature as it struggled to find its feet, blood pouring backwards down into its throat and choking it as it tried to breathe- it was a horrific sight. One Absinth laughed at for a time, until the comedy wore out and she chose to end its suffering. “I’m gonna take those noises as begging for death.” She purred, swiftly wrapping her jaws around its throat again- and roughly snapping the weak windpipe.

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