BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
// tw: gore
Ninazu arrived to the little dance a tad late—blame her heavy satchel—with a huff and watching the carnage with a huff. How Aurum could continue to fight after taking beating after beating surprised her, and tempted her to cut the one-eyed fool open to investigate how he ticked. Her pupils dilated at the thought, and she swiped her tongue over her fangs.
Her golden eyes slid to Goldie. The tigress, in two pieces, bleed profusely from the remaining leg stump. The pirate captain twitched, discharged electricity, and stilled. Ninazu sauntered closer, stepping through the puddles of blood in the dirt. She raised a paw and fire enveloped the paw pads, the green glow gleaming in her eyes and against the wet blood.
Ninazu’s glowing gold eyes slid to Aurum. “Do you want me to heal her?” She sounded bored—she knew the answer—and tapped her flaming claws to her chin in thought.
“If you do, you will stand down. No… Lie down. Bow. Wiggle like a worm in the dirt. Humiliate yourself.” The blood warmed her paws and splattered on her legs, sticky, and its metallic smell overwhelmed her senses. Her pink tongue licked a splatter off her muzzle. “You couldn’t be bothered to silence your tongue for your own wounded Tanglers. Well. Do you want to explain to the Typhoon why their captain is dead? Because of you and your pride?”
Ninazu arrived to the little dance a tad late—blame her heavy satchel—with a huff and watching the carnage with a huff. How Aurum could continue to fight after taking beating after beating surprised her, and tempted her to cut the one-eyed fool open to investigate how he ticked. Her pupils dilated at the thought, and she swiped her tongue over her fangs.
Her golden eyes slid to Goldie. The tigress, in two pieces, bleed profusely from the remaining leg stump. The pirate captain twitched, discharged electricity, and stilled. Ninazu sauntered closer, stepping through the puddles of blood in the dirt. She raised a paw and fire enveloped the paw pads, the green glow gleaming in her eyes and against the wet blood.
Ninazu’s glowing gold eyes slid to Aurum. “Do you want me to heal her?” She sounded bored—she knew the answer—and tapped her flaming claws to her chin in thought.
“If you do, you will stand down. No… Lie down. Bow. Wiggle like a worm in the dirt. Humiliate yourself.” The blood warmed her paws and splattered on her legs, sticky, and its metallic smell overwhelmed her senses. Her pink tongue licked a splatter off her muzzle. “You couldn’t be bothered to silence your tongue for your own wounded Tanglers. Well. Do you want to explain to the Typhoon why their captain is dead? Because of you and your pride?”
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