I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon

soul forever her own | heart captured by none | warrior for Glorall | no children |

Gods, should she kill him? No, she couldn't just take his throat in cold blood. Chicky wouldn't forgive her, especially after she explained the situation. Tesseract might not want her in the pack. That's what saved his life, not the emotions flickering in her chest.

While her position may have exposed her ruff, it was of no matter to her. She could fight on her back if she had too. She could get to his neck and his underbelly was open to her claws. See? She planned ahead. She raised her head, chin jutting up, ears still pinned. This displayed the cuts along her chest and some on her neck that had been formerly hidden. Oh yes, she was almost always beaten up. Whether it be from her explorations, or fighting, a trademark of hers were healing cuts. She probably had bruises hidden beneath her dark fur, all hues from healing green-brown to suprised-it-didn't-break-the-skin blacks and blues and purples. Yet somehow her fur still managed to stay soft and silky, the slightly longer lengths on her chest curling a little at the ends. She stood fully now, finally removing her front paws from the water, ignoring the cold soreness that now engulfed them, stifling a wince.

She narrowed her eyes at him, finally putting her fangs away though her lips twitched when he stepped even closer, eyes dropping to his jugular. Don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him...Chicky wouldn't forgive you. That strengthened her resolve to not kill him this day. She had just found her sister, and she would not lose her just because of this moron. His words riled her, hackles raising in an almost defensive movement as they registered. She drew into herself, just stopping herself from taking a step back. No. She wouldn't back down from him. Not now, not ever.

His last words -and the purr- were the last straw. She growled suddenly and lunged, catching him off guard. She knocked him to the ground, grinning when his back hit the dirt. Served him right, following her here. She closed her teeth around his throat, giving a little squeeze that said he'd better behave or risk his throat.

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