Break Stuff

The mother bear was dead set on killing her. She knew the look. Too bad no one had ever looked to protect her like that. Absinth spat, her fur bristled with so much fury at being forced to fight a creature so primitive she couldn’t understand how they still kept a presence. Well whatever. She didn’t have time to think about the intricacies of life. She was fine just thinking of tasting the sweet, young blood of the cubs looking on at their mother’s charge with beady black eyes.

So the monochromatic female readied herself, muscles tensing. One, two, close enough. She barreled forward, a slice of a bear’s paw grazing her hip as she dove under the polar bear, skidding to a stop as she came out the other side. It had taken the bear a second longer to realize just what had happened; but by then Absinth had jumped atop its back with all the strength she could muster. Her jaws seeking purchase at the beast’s nape; paws and claws scrabbling for an entirely different objective. She was reaching in order to blind. Catching something, blood and a shriek leaving the bear as it reared back to dislodge Absinth from her advantageous perch. She fought to do the same to the bear’s right eye, grunting as her jaw began to lose strength. Her hind limbs fixed in place with the help of the mother bears fat hide becoming the perfect footholds for her nails. Anything to hold on a little longer. AT least until she got the other eye.

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