bladed tail claws against cheek, causing a droplet of blood, a hiss contorting her features.
“ sit, behave.
and never underestimate my power again.
pray i do not use your corpse to stake my fire. “
she shows no fear, other than a pinning of ears. skin scraped against bark in ways that make her nerves sing.
varang makes for a show of false surrender, bowing her head, a sob story.
“ i understand. . yes. “
only to then headbutt ( hard ) against z-dogs nose.
golden stare widens at the permission and submission the witch offered. the absolute surrender to pain as she closes their distance just so the blade edge can penetrate further and taint the ash.
“ 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲. ” a mutter and a gasp.
...
in the little time she has,
she grabs both kurus and connects them, the other’s neural queue strangled by the witch’s.
she delves into her consciousness, and commands her like the dog she’s named herself to be. forcing her to her knees. into submission.