Break Stuff

Absinth watched a moment as the mother bear began to experience the effects of her blood loss. She was unable to stand, limbs buckling beneath her as the exhaustion began to take hold of her body. If she still had eyes, they would have been dazed and unfocused. The blood pouring from her snout was continuous, leaving her gurgling and choking on her own blood in great globs of red she coughed up onto the clean white snow. The scene was so exciting, Absinth felt the rush slither up and down her spine in a delicious shudder. She approached the bear with a predatory saunter, the grin never leaving her face as she pressed a paw down on the weakened bear’s throat, her teeth tearing a hole into the soft area under the jaw. She dug in until she brought out the tongue and ripped it roughly from the now fading mother bear.

But she still had work to do, spitting the flesh out onto the ground she set off after the cubs. They were quite easy to find. They were no bigger than Absinth - smaller even. Almost completely defenseless at their age. She laughed, a raucous thing filled with what could only be described as demeaning. “Hello pretties. Mommy should have known, even predators can become prey.” And that part of her that despised prey took hold of her, but with her craving for mutilation sated by the mother bear Absinth delivered her wrath swiftly and horrifically. She tore into one cub first, slamming it down and crunching into its limbs, offering it a few moments of extreme agony before she would strike the killing blow. Then the other cub, as it tried to run from her only to be run down and barreled over. This one she pressed paws down into his throat, suffocating it with force enough she swore the bear’s beady little eyes had begun to pop out of their sockets. All the while the cubs limbs flailed feebly at her, the blood from the killing of its mother and sibling dripping down onto its face.

In truth, Absinth had forgotten Sephiran at some point between the fight with the mother and now. This was for her enjoyment.

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