let my shadows prove the sunshine
The mountain lion is lost to his rage and brute strength. Svedka had told her it would happen; warned her of the fury that his other skin possessed and even so, she willingly danced with the beast. Delightedly so, it seems, and it enrages him all the more.
In the end, the rage will be the lion’s undoing - both in his fight with her and when the dark god calls to it.
She is much more agile than him - her smaller form makes it easy for her to dodge the heavy lunging of his body. If he could just keep her in one spot, he could tear into her with such ease he wonders if it would even be a challenge. He throws her away with the powerful strength in his forepaws, tossing her aside as if she hadn’t just been his choice for a perfect mate. He could care less about that now - she had refused him and the denial only ripens his anger. Not only did Svedka deny him, but his own kind? He leaps up at the same time she does, another spitting hiss from his bloody mouth. Red stains his neck and shoulder where her fangs pricked perfect, deep holes in his skin and muscle, pulsing with his heartbeat that now ravages inside his chest.
Vastra lunges at him silently and he braces for her lithe body to meet his. Keeping his weight on his muscular back legs, he lifts himself to meet her head on, claws unsheathed. As her forepaws dig into his chest and shoulders when they meet, he uses his weight to push her enough to where she is unable to use her forward motion to be on top of him again. He swats brutally at her shoulders and face moments after, another screaming yowl accompanying his efforts to slice her skin.
Perhaps she would see it, but those lifeless black eyes begin to flicker in and out with a bright shade of blue.
svedka
@[Vastra]