diamond eyes // open, capture

ROSEMARY ROUX

She's a little bit impressed that the wolf managed to snatch an adult male lion - the captive, even while tied up in a heap on the ground, dwarfed Rosemary's own body completely. Her tail flicks beside her as she gives the captive some distance, walking around him to sit by Cleo. While Rosemary once previously intervened in the torture of an Ascendants member, she doubted she'd do so again. Indeed, the thought didn't even manage to enter her head. Her dispassionate androgyny prevented her from caring too much about the fate of an enemy male.

"Safe words are for consenting submissives, not captured breeders like you," she dispassionately remarked back to him, her cold tone contrasting with Moon's biting sarcasm. The soothsayer hardly recognized that she said the words; they came more as a reflex, something she must have said plenty of times back in her birth coven. Her remark gone from her mind as soon as she said it, she dismissively looks away from the lion, three of her four eyes turning to Cleo and the remainder landing on Decius to watch what the wolf will decide to do with his captured quarry.

Tail flicking again, she asked Cleo, "Do you really want to watch this? I doubt it'll be pretty." The ocelot isn't sure what sorts of nastiness Pincher's offspring got themselves into, so Rosemary edges on the side of caution for now. She doesn't think public tortures are something a young child needs to see, anyway.

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