She felt her fangs stop short from her goal, felt a pinching, stinging, burning, sensation on her neck, something hot on the back too. She pulled against it for a minute, snarling savagely at the pain of her skin giving way to his fangs and her pressure, before knowing she would not be able to push herself through this further. He speaks through her ruff, and she growls in response. She felt her blood, his drool his breath on her and she relaxed for a few seconds breathing heavily, angrily, growls coming out from each breath before pulling herself back and away in a scuffled flurry of her white paws.

If he held on tightly her skin would rip, otherwise she would back away not as harmed. She felt the pain on her neck, felt the rage in her own being at not being able to get what she wanted. He was strong, very strong, she thought for a moment that that explained it, that his soul needed to be hers! Blood trickled and shown brightly on the strawberry and white fur. She stood ready to move again, but she stared at him as his poise changed, adopting a more dominant posture.

Her own body bristled, her tail raised and her very slightly mismatched eyes were locked onto him and narrowed. He was strong and his posture and ability to hold her back showed her that much. She wanted him, perhaps in more ways than she was able to vocalize, but his heart… she wanted it for her. Saliva oozed from her maw, but she slowly licked her licks composing herself her fur laying flat, but by no means did that mean he was safe. He asked what was wrong with her, as if she was broken, strange. Perhaps she was, but not to the level of her parents, if only he knew how ‘normal’ she could be, appear even. Though there was one word. Imprint. Was that it then? THey were imprints? She desired to complete herself then? She was now in two separate forms.

”Make one… we are separate with your heart I will be whole again. Stronger for it. You are very strong. To consume your heart, above all others, will make me even more powerful. I will kill you.” She says with almost a purr of a growl coming from her, taking a step forward, still bristling. She hadn’t forgotten about the other though. She wanted him, not her. If she came that would be… unfortunate. She was small, weak, pregnant, not worth her time but she would remove her if it meant she could still fight him.

”I never felt this strongly about wanting someone’s heart. I guess that makes that clear.” Her tail flicked, she would give him a chance to fend her off, to try to run, but one thing was for sure. She would hunt him, forever. Run now, run then she would be there over and over. Forever he would be looking over his shoulder waiting for her to appear, to challenge him and fight him until either she or he died. She would be okay if he killed her, that would only be fair if he completed his own soul, but she was far from wanting to die yet. Kattari wasn’t done fighting.