make my day

He continued to pant like a sadistic beast over the weary head of the seal. He could almost hear the thrum, thrum, thrum of the seal's blood beating through it's jugular - though it was definitely his imagination. She queried and with haste he would nod, his thirst for blood and violence egging him on. There were two flashes of ivory fangs, one was hers followed swiftly by his. The metallic taste of blood frothed into his jaws and he drank it with haste. The seal only bawled once that he heard - and then was silenced by their deadly duo of jaws. It didn't move, and for a moment he wondered if they'd done it wrong - but then he realized that this was what dead things looked like. "It's dead," he commented with much less emotion than he should have offered to the cadaver. "That felt good." The prior statement was entirely true and entirely prideful as the young Armada relished in the sheer joy of his first kill. There was perhaps no one he'd rather share this moment with, and his eyes quickly flicked to her. "Have you ever killed anything before?" She was older, so the odds of her having done so were rather high - but somehow he suspected she wasn't an expert at it. His jaws, now peppered with blood, continued to hang over the seal, idly wondering what they would do with it now that it was dead. His father had brought them a seal once before, and it had been delicious, so eating it was definitely on the top of his list.



"Speech"
'thoughts'