Sweet Talk

Absinth watched her daughter with a fierce intensity, noting the frenzied determination in every savage movement. Araxina's small frame was almost entirely submerged in the bear's blood, her claws relentless as they shredded through fur and muscle in a manic frenzy. The ursine's fall seemed to fuel her, pushing her to claw and bite with a ferocity that was both impressive and amusing.

Despite the bear's death, Xina's assault continued unabated, driven by an insatiable bloodlust that clouded her senses. Absinth could see the toll the frenzy was taking on Araxina, the way her panting grew more erratic and her movements sluggish. Yet, the girl persisted, heedless of the bear's lifeless state.

When Araxina slipped and lay still, Absinth's breath caught in her throat. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as she watched her daughter's sides heave with breathlessness. Then, as if spurred by some internal force, Araxina scrambled back to her paws, her eyes wild and unfocused. She attacked some blood-soaked grass with the same ferocity she had shown the bear, her mind clearly lost in the throes of her bloodlust. It reminded Absinth of Aresenn.

Moving swiftly, Absinth closed the distance between them, her own paws slick with the bear's blood. She reached out, nipping Araxina's scruff gently but firmly, a grounding gesture meant to bring her back to reality. “Enough, Xina. It's done.” She growled softly, her voice a mix of authority and affection. “Save your strength. Save that bloodlust for your living enemies.” The woman sought to bring her daughter closer, a paw reaching to pull the girl close to her other fore. “You little devil, look at you. You’re more bear blood than the blood that actually courses through your veins right now.” The woman grins, a wicked laugh escaping her own bloodied lips.


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