Never was there ever a girl so pretty

The scent of her mother was as familiar as it was unexpected. Illusion's mind, already alight with the thrill of the hunt, registered Widow's presence even before she saw her. She believed, in some twisted way, that she trusted her mother, but now, with the buck's blood on her tongue and its pain coursing through her senses, she felt a new, fierce desire to prove that theory true. Widow's appearance was a sudden thing, her snarl cutting through the air as she lunged at the buck. Illusion saw her mother's determination, the instinct to protect her young, but she also saw the danger. The buck, driven by its own survival instincts, reacted with surprising swiftness, its antlers catching Widow and sending her back.

A low growl rumbled in Illusion's throat. This was her prey, her battle, and the buck's crazed defiance only fueled her resolve. She adjusted her grip, her teeth sinking deeper, her muscles straining as she held fast against the buck's frantic movements. Widow's attack had weakened it, the thought of two wolves to fight stressing the buck, but the creature's will to fight was still formidable. As Widow regrouped and launched another assault, this time targeting the buck's leg, Illusion saw her chance. The animal's attention was split, its movements more desperate. She could see the moment its strength wavered, the slight falter in its stance.

With a calculated movement, Illusion shifted her weight and released her hold, only to snap her jaws around the buck's ankle. An attempt to sever the tendons there. Her teeth clamped down hard, her body twisting with a savage intensity as she sought to unbalance the beast further. The buck's bellow of pain echoed through the forest, as the two vicious females tore into its flesh. The creature staggered, its legs no longer able to support its massive weight. Illusion felt a grim satisfaction as it began to collapse, its body crumpling under the assault.

As the buck collapsed to the ground, its breath rasping in agonized gasps, Illusion's claws retracted, releasing the dying creature. She stepped back, her chest fur matted with blood and her muscles screaming from exertion. Despite the fatigue, her eyes gleamed with a triumphant light. She loomed over the fallen beast, her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. Slowly, she turned to Widow, her lips curling into a soft, devilish smile that spread across her blood-smeared face. "My hero. Thank you, Mother!" She purred, her voice dripping with a twisted sweetness. Illusion moved closer, her smaller frame pressing against her mother's side, her steps light and filled with glee as she placed a kiss to Widow's cheek. Her eyes never left the buck as she brushed by Widow, savoring the moment. Maybe she had forgotten to hide her true nature, maybe her mother would assume it was a spur of the moment wickedness. No matter.

With a graceful yet predatory motion, Illusion lowered her jaws to the buck's throat. Her teeth sank into the jugular, and she reveled in the sensation as the life drained from the creature. Her eyes remained fixed on her mother, a gleam of satisfaction and ruthlessness evident in her gaze, as she divested the beast of its right to live.


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"Illusion Nightwing"