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As Absinth focused her attack at the bear's leg, she came away with a chunk of flesh - rearing backwards as she noticed the…  hawk clawing at the bear's eyes. What the fuck? Just as her confusion mounted did she hear a series of whistles and snarls near her. The woman stood her ground, intensely focused on what was unfolding before her. Ready for anything. Except what happened next. Two cats, unlike the cougars and tigers she’s seen before, were seemingly helping her. One had mounted the bears back, the other attacking the untouched hind leg. All of it was bizarre as fuck.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place as another girl entered the fray. A beauty of lavender, a pair of spiraling horns adorning her crown… which proved to be vicious as weapons. The girl used them to impale the beast's jaw from below and tear free all in the same fluid movement. Practiced ease. Absinth had almost worried unnecessarily that her heroic stranger would find herself stuck within the flesh of the polar bear. It was a brutal attack, and one oozing of self assurance in a fight. Absinth could have swooned. As the beastmaster danced away from the swiping of the bear's claws, Absinth was graced with a confident smirk; one that set her blood rushing through her veins like fire. Ugh, the women of this land are not good for my heart.

Absinth grinned with bloodied lips, spitting the bears Achilles tendon she still had in her maw to the ground as she returned to her own attack. She could focus fully on the other woman afterwards. Skirting the bear’s side with the help of all the new distractions, she lunged at the softer rib meat; just like her own scarring. She knew it fucking hurt, and the bear vocalized as much. Good. All she had to do was continue making lunges for flesh to rip away, avoid the bears opposing swings and whirls on her, and the blood loss would do the rest- especially with all the help inflicting more damage.


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