Me But Not Me

One might see red at their warning being ignored, but Siduri didn't see red. She saw black. The young woman ceased to be as the other fae invaded her space, reaching out as though to touch her. One moment Siduri was there, fighting internally with herself. The next, she was no more. Woe be to Morwenna...

Claws sank into the moist earth below and the pastel wolf vaulted forward. Jaws opened wide and, with a guttural snarl, she sank her teeth into the extended leg of the other fae. Siduri- or not Siduri- applied all of the pressure that she held within her jaws to hold on tight and clamp down. Blood flowed into her maw, incensing Siduri more. Planting her paws, she shook her head back and forth until the tension in the leg gave way. She could feel the snap between her teeth and soon the leg sticking out on the opposite side of her mouth was flopping about like a fish.

With the limb snapped, the killer in her said that it was time for another attack. Releasing the limb, the pastel wolf, her maw stained with Morwenna's blood, did a circle and prepared to lunge once more. There would be no end until her enemy was permanently dispatched.

"Siduri"