[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

Fear continues to remain a secondary emotion. It’s obvious she has angered him, but Vastra won’t be cowed by snarls and yowls - it delights her. How long has she gone without a formidable opponent? There are flashes of her other-life, of the years spent as a matriarch lion, and she remembers tumbling with young males to keep them in line and their indignant anger at her refusals. She has not stretched these muscles in so long and as his anger grows her delight rises to meet it until she is laughing when he leaps at her. It is a very un-lionlike laugh but it is rough and smoky, the laugh of someone intoxicated. Who has just been given something that she has been craving for so long. No snarls escape her after the laughter momentarily fades, though her storm-grey eyes continue to blaze with a wild grin. Even if she could find her anger or fear, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see it. He plows into her with his outstretched forelegs and she can feel the claws dig into her shoulders but her own legs reach out, holding onto him in turn with her claws and trying to keep them locked as she tumbles backwards and brings him with her. Her hindlegs curl up as her back collides with the ground and then kick out at his stomach, pushing upwards with a burst of strength. He’s heavy but she’s strong and has no anger to blind her. She attempts to capitalize on the momentum from his lunge with that kick to toss them over again until she’s on top - snapping her jaws at him as she tries to pin the beast. v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]