As she came barreling towards him her excitement was peaking. Kattari wanted to fight him, see if he was worthy and if he was consume his heart. She pictured pulling it right out from the red marking on his chest, making it blend with his own markings as it bled out. It make her charge all the more violently, so ready to fight to take him on. Her bright blue eyes went up to his own gold, and then she felt something… not right. It was if her breath was taken from her. His snarl met her and she was distracted, lost for a moment not sure what was going on. She knew of imprinting, but did not know of what it did, what it could do to her. She flew into his waiting jaws grabbed by the thick flesh before her shoulder and dropped to the ground. In a rather ungraceful way. Not only where his fangs dug in hurt but her ground impacting did as well. Kattari felt dazed then she felt rage, and before she even truly gauged how strong he was the desire to to take his heart was overpowering.

She wanted his heart above any other.

If she had that heart she would be more powerful than any other she was certain. He was very strong, not a fiber of ber being doubted that. Kattari rose from the ground, her neck sore and bleeding. His chest was currently exposed to her from her position on the ground and she attempted to grab at the thick flesh where the red mark was. She attempted to grab and rip the flesh, to begin making her way down to her prize. It was hers to have after all! She shoved her weight into the bite all she could, she knew the back of her neck was exposed but she wasn’t concerned.

Right now her mind was only set on one thing. She was going to take his heart. It was all hers and nothing right now would get her to stop. No amount of pain, no amount of sense. Something about him was driving her mad and to hell how poorly he fought there was SOMETHING strong about him.