Can't see past the red / Trespassers / past the blood on me.

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SEVEN

Deer held tightly in jaws as she moved toward the inner part of the territory, halted by voices all to familiar. "Where'd that bitch go? Swore I justa saw her. Can't miss the fucker, all white and red like some god-damned candy cane." "She's definitely here, recognized that bitch's scent a mile away. Donno why she went into some fuckin' swamp, though. Just gotta bag her and bring her to the boss. Can't be that hard, noh?"

Que the crashing of two bodies into her view, large tigers with gloves of leather and metal, leather armor cladded their bodies and hiding weak points. Seven dropped her deer and staggered back. "There's the bitch! Look, ya' father wants you back at home, he don't want you wandering about some fuckin' swamp. Come here and we won't hurt you." A darker tiger snuck forward, masking vicious intent with a call to come home. Home.

Seven snarled. "No. Not home. Here is home." She voiced, taking satisfaction in their frustrated expressions before the satisfaction became a twisted snarl as they were upon her. Claws scored across leather, stealing flesh from their faces, before claws dug into her head, threatening to break her skull with the pressure. No. Not again. It could not happen again.

Jaws parted in a scream, forcing them back as her stinger stabbed one in the back and jaws clamped around the second one's maw, breaking it and sending him yelling. Body straight in stance, eyes focused with a primal anger. [color=#ff7f7f]"Leave. Or die." Direction simple enough and the transgressor turned and fled, leaving her with the body of the other one. Deer was forgotten as she stripped the leather off the body.

Flesh savored for only a moment as she bit and swallowed, maw stained red. Animalistic grunt sounded, another hunk ripped away and swallowed without pause, aware of oncoming footsteps but focused on only the feast before her.

[sub][color=transparent][W]isker[/sub]