05-16-2022, 12:30 PM
mazikeen
She should have guessed how hearing his answer to her question about Malik would deepen her rage - imagining her son standing face-to-face with Gale. Her vision goes spotty with her anger and she barely registers those last few words. She digs her talons in a little deeper, but she is not consciously doing it. It’s like her tail curling behind her, a reaction of her body. Her words are a low rumble, snapping her sharp teeth close to his face - wanting to tear that stupid smile right off. “How fucking convenient that you don’t remember what you did to him.” What he did to all of them.
How easy of a trick this would be to make. Pretending not to remember, having that excuse.
The brightness of the red blood against the snow helps to bring her back into the present. It confuses her, and her attention focuses on the wounds she is causing, the ones that aren’t healing. She retracts her claws, lifting some of her weight off of him.
Mazikeen is not worried for him but she is confused and that feeling of being on-edge still has not eased up.
She does not move far, just enough so that her claws are not actively still causing wounds. So that she is standing in snow, smearing blood in the prints she leaves.
Suspicion is an icy chill down her spine. “Why aren’t you healing?”
How easy of a trick this would be to make. Pretending not to remember, having that excuse.
The brightness of the red blood against the snow helps to bring her back into the present. It confuses her, and her attention focuses on the wounds she is causing, the ones that aren’t healing. She retracts her claws, lifting some of her weight off of him.
Mazikeen is not worried for him but she is confused and that feeling of being on-edge still has not eased up.
She does not move far, just enough so that her claws are not actively still causing wounds. So that she is standing in snow, smearing blood in the prints she leaves.
Suspicion is an icy chill down her spine. “Why aren’t you healing?”
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Gale