Screaming bloody murder

He pulled away a little too quickly, and she was slowed by her pain and the awkwardness of the broken leg. She panted, and glared at him, losing the satisfaction of a connecting blow. He pulled away from her then, and as if his presence and the taunt of pain meds had been a balm, her leg flared again. Tears slid past her control, but her face remained lock in an expression of anger.

She would have said something else, she didn’t know what, but it may well have ensured Crux left her to her suffering. But before she could, Setekh was there. Wrapping his paws around her. She gripped his forearms with her claws, and dug them, extended and volatile into his skin. Latching onto him, and drawing blood. Gripping him so tightly relinquished her of some of her own pain, and she did as he said - sinking in with her claws instead of her teeth. “Do it.” She said to Crux. Her eyes down on the blood slowly seeping through Setekh’s fur instead of Crux, her leg, or anything else.


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