If Walls Could Speak

Who was this... Who did this guy think he was? "As I recall I jumped on the deer first." She too matched him with a tight grip on the deer with her deadly teeth. Not letting go and speaking through barely open lips. Sharp eyes on the russet brute though. Once upon a time she would have thought, 'if I got in trouble, I'd just call for dad and he'd destroy anyone on my word'. It was a silly concept to think of now. Dainty little princess was buried deep underground, all of that was lost when she was, outside of Auster. She didn't think she'd be hurt by this man today, but she was confident in fighting her own battles. She wasn't the slightest bit scared of him and that was clear by the silent challenge. She wasn't exactly sure how far she was willing to play her game today though.

A paw smacked down on the deer's neck as sharp claws retracted easily into it's flesh, drawing blood but as if she was threatening to maim it. Like that even mattered. The deer was no longer aware of it's imminent death as it convulsed and bled out underneath the two of them. Were their minds even on the deer? He might have been bloodlusted, but Fia was more testing dangerous waters on what she could get from the eager male.

"Fiametta"