furry violence

Sol and Khonsu had slipped away, distancing themselves from both their fire's warm glow and the oppressive presence of their mistress. Treading lightly across the frost-kissed leaves, they searched. Their four ears were tuned to the subtlest rustle, nostrils flaring for the scent of prey... and their mistress' chilling command, "surprise me," echoed dangerously in their shared mind.

The scent of a rabbit was the first to reach them, and while Khonsu considered rejecting the offering and searching out something greater, he worried that a delay in returning with her meal might earn a worse result than dropping a subpar one at her paws. Warm and life-tinged, the rabbit’s scent eventually drew them onward. The prey, sensing its end, moved to bolt - but not fast enough. The twins were quick to close the gap, completing the task with a swift, merciful snap.

Now back to Yarra.

They had barely grasped the corpse in their jaws when something from the underbrush gave a low rumble - the thick scent of bear mingling with the copper tang of blood on the breeze. The predator stepped into the clearing, a looming mass of fur and muscle, ready to contest the twins for their fresh, bloody kill.
To fight for their prize… or to retreat and face the wrath of Yarra? It was hardly a question in the twin’s mind. With a snarl of defiance, they stood their ground. This was their rabbit.


Sol & Khonsu