[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

And now? Fear is a long-lost emotion to the lioness. Even as his vicious teeth tear into her in the exact same moment she bites the junction of his neck and shoulder with all her might, she is not afraid. Because he screams, releasing his grip, and it is a sweet song for her. There is no joy in fighting someone weaker than you, but tearing pain out of a creature such as this magnificent beast with her own teeth and claws? An afternoon well spent. Vastra is lost to all else - she forgets that she was here killing time until Chel was ready to be picked up at the playground. Forgets that she has a life she cherishes. Forgets she’s been enjoying flying in her horse-form more than she has ever enjoyed anything. Can the feel of wind and sunlight on her feathers compete with the battle frenzy? With the lust coursing through her with such a heady intensity she doesn’t know whether she wants to kill Svedka or take back her refusal and mate with him right here in the open meadow. She'll settle for him submitting to her. This is all there is and she is enjoying it far too much. The spray of his blood across her body, the thunder of her heartbeat as she bleeds as well. When he tosses her away, the lioness thuds inelegantly on the grass but is quick to twist and land on her feet. Even these bruises and the pain from the gauges created by his claws are enjoyed. They mean there’s no holding back now. Her storm eyes are dancing with delight and she can’t even snarl as her blood-stained face whips to face him again. No hesitation, no posturing, not even a sound is whispered as the lioness lunges at him again. She has no need for growls or screams - there is no anger in her. Savage and ravenous, she moves to tear flesh from bone. v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]