Mumma please

Her teeth closed over his windpipe, she couldn't bear to bare down and crush it. She couldn't. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her to let go, to let him, to save him, to keep him. She felt his legs wrap around her and squeeze her tight. Her teeth shivered against the flesh of her son, tension and reflexes holding her fast to his throat. She squirmed and writhed against his crushing embrace. Raking her paws against his chest. Pushing her back legs against his stomach. Anything to get him to let her go. With great effort, she pushed her forelegs against him, and the part of her brain that told her this was her son turned off. Her jaws sinched tighter and she attempted to pull and thrash as hard as she could. As the breath was forced passed her voice box it whined high and mournful through her teeth.



Ignita vs Citadel for the right to leave Armada
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Balanced
Companion 1: Golden Brushtail Possum, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Peregrine, male - flying
Skills: Expert Navigator & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Professor