Sweet Talk
Araxina
Juggernaut
Professor
07-04-2024, 11:23 PM
Absinth felt the irritation radiating from Araxina, her daughter's defiance tempered by youthful exuberance. The hiss from her own maw had the desired effect, though the set of Araxina's ears spoke volumes of her annoyance. Still, the huff of agreement was all she needed for now.
Absinth's gaze remained fixed on the bear, its size a daunting reminder of the stakes. Araxina's fierce determination, while admirable, needed to be tempered with caution. Absinth's movements were fluid, precise, as she stalked the massive creature, the thrill of the hunt coursing through her veins. She could sense Araxina mirroring her steps, a small yet fierce echo of her own predatory grace.
The bear's roar split the air, a thunderous challenge that only spurred Absinth on. She darted forward, her fangs finding purchase in the bear's ribcage, tearing into the soft flesh. The beast's pained bellow was music to her ears, a symphony of their combined assault.
She glanced sideways to see Araxina latch onto the bear's elbow, her tiny teeth struggling to make an impact. The bear, in its agony, swung its massive arm, and Absinth's heart skipped a beat as Araxina was lifted off the ground. Yet, her daughter's resilience shone through. Xina released and landed on her paws with an agility that spoke of her potential. Without missing a beat, she launched herself again, clamping onto the junction of neck and chest.
Absinth felt a surge of pride and worry. The bear could easily turn its wrath on the child, but it was too preoccupied with her own relentless attack. Absinth redoubled her efforts, her muscles straining as she ripped and tore at the bear's side, aiming to weaken it further.
“Good fucking job, Xina! Stay nimble!” She barked, her voice a fierce command over the chaos. “Remember, in and out!”
With a powerful leap, Absinth sank her fangs into the bear's other side, aiming for a vital spot. The bear's roars grew more frantic, its movements more desperate. The snow beneath them was stained with crimson, Absinth’s chest and fores splattered with blood as her eyes gleamed wicked fury. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing her daughter was learning firsthand the brutal lessons of survival.
The bear, wounded and enraged, stumbled back, trying to shake off its attackers. Absinth released her grip, landing deftly on her paws.
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Absinth's gaze remained fixed on the bear, its size a daunting reminder of the stakes. Araxina's fierce determination, while admirable, needed to be tempered with caution. Absinth's movements were fluid, precise, as she stalked the massive creature, the thrill of the hunt coursing through her veins. She could sense Araxina mirroring her steps, a small yet fierce echo of her own predatory grace.
The bear's roar split the air, a thunderous challenge that only spurred Absinth on. She darted forward, her fangs finding purchase in the bear's ribcage, tearing into the soft flesh. The beast's pained bellow was music to her ears, a symphony of their combined assault.
She glanced sideways to see Araxina latch onto the bear's elbow, her tiny teeth struggling to make an impact. The bear, in its agony, swung its massive arm, and Absinth's heart skipped a beat as Araxina was lifted off the ground. Yet, her daughter's resilience shone through. Xina released and landed on her paws with an agility that spoke of her potential. Without missing a beat, she launched herself again, clamping onto the junction of neck and chest.
Absinth felt a surge of pride and worry. The bear could easily turn its wrath on the child, but it was too preoccupied with her own relentless attack. Absinth redoubled her efforts, her muscles straining as she ripped and tore at the bear's side, aiming to weaken it further.
“Good fucking job, Xina! Stay nimble!” She barked, her voice a fierce command over the chaos. “Remember, in and out!”
With a powerful leap, Absinth sank her fangs into the bear's other side, aiming for a vital spot. The bear's roars grew more frantic, its movements more desperate. The snow beneath them was stained with crimson, Absinth’s chest and fores splattered with blood as her eyes gleamed wicked fury. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing her daughter was learning firsthand the brutal lessons of survival.
The bear, wounded and enraged, stumbled back, trying to shake off its attackers. Absinth released her grip, landing deftly on her paws.
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