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Post by silentpaws on Aug 10, 2019 16:33:59 GMT -6
Elektra's gaze was wrenched away from Ashbite's by Lady's scream, and now that she was dragged from the moment she realised what her mate had heard. Howls were coming their way again; it wasn't over. "Get back up here!" she shrieked on top of Lady's warning though both Honey and Pitch were already moving, and she watched with baited breath as they both sprinted for the nearest trees.
Honey made it to her branch just as the coyotes burst back through the clearing. This second time round was so much worse since she'd had no time to move back up to a higher branch, so there was a mere couple of foxlengths between her and her worst nightmare. But she didn't dare to move any further up the tree, terrified that if she moved a muscle then she would end up falling to their mercy. Sea had made it up a tree by a hair's breadth but she watched in terror as the dogs bore towards Angel with bloodlust in their eyes.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 26, 2019 20:41:47 GMT -6
Fear. It was an unexpected emotion for the white she-cat. One she had never expected to be turned around on her like this. Her plan flipped on its ends and her own life at stake, all her power suddenly gone. She shrieked, an unholy noise of rage and fear ripping from deep within her to echo with the howls of the slobbering beasts she had tried to use as a weapon. She spun around, slaws ripping up dirt and grass as she launched herself up the nearest tree, claws ripping bark from the tree and raining it down into the jaws of the first coyote to come to the base of the tree after her. She felt their hot stinking breath on her tail fur as she yanked herself up the trunk, blue eyes nearly black with wild rage and fear blowing her pupils wide.
She snarled as she saw Honey in the tree above her, the idea of throwing the young she-cat off the branches into the pit of fangs below them curling in her mind's eye. Angel hissed, skipping the branch she had originally aimed for and heading for Honey's branch, ready to edge the younger cat out onto the unstable end and down into the circling pack of drool and teeth. Angel pulled herself onto the branch, eyes narrowing as she flexed her claws into the bark of the swaying limb, "Hello Honey dearest, are you ready to meet the fate you've always managed to escape until now?"
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 26, 2019 21:10:35 GMT -6
Honey didn’t notice Angel was in the tree with her until the she-cat was before her, snarling and flexing her claws. Her panic, omnipresent and grating, surged in intensity and she found the strength to stand tall on the swaying branch. She blocked out the howls, the scent, the sound of her sister’s final words playing over and over in her head like the rotten babbles of a brook. Blood matted her fur, and her teeth bared as she stared back at Angel. She would not die cowering in fear. She’d come too far for that. “You are a coward,” she spat, taking a step forward. “I regret /nothing/. Sea took Belle from me, but Baxter lives. Happy and ignorant of your bloodlust. I saved a /life/.” She unsheathed her claws, lip curled in a snarl. Her body was tense with barely restrained hatred. “That’s more than you’ve ever done in your pathetic excuse of an existence, you /maggot/.” Angel would kill her, knock her into the coyote’s jaws, but anger blazed through her fear. She would die trying to kill Angel. That’s all she could ask for.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 26, 2019 21:39:10 GMT -6
Honey's insults and defiance further fueled Angel's savage need for the young she-cat's blood to be shed, for her to die screaming in agony. Reason left the usually calm she-cat, her mind clouded with only the sound of the howls below her and the image of seeing the cat before her ripped apart until she was nothing but blood and bone scattered across the clearing. Ear pinning back, Angel started forward, ready to throw Honey from the branch, only for it to sway under her paws and her hindquarters to slide off the edge, a startled screech tumbling from her as she caught herself with her front limbs, claws hooking onto the branch's bark, hind legs kicking uselessly in the air as she was too far from the trunk now to use it as leverage.
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 27, 2019 19:46:23 GMT -6
Angel moved forward just as Honey braced herself, digging her claws deep into the bark of the branch. It swayed, and Honey pressed herself against the wood, closing her eyes against impending death. Her eyes opened when she heard a desperate scrabbling. Angel was hanging from the branch as it swayed, flailing to get up, and it took Honey a long moment to realize she was not about to die. She stared down at the she-cat, something dark blooming in her heart, and she stalked towards her, careful to keep her balance.
"I loved those kittens," she said, because she could say absolutely anything she wanted. "I loved Belle. She was so /good/; kind, smart, polite. She was everything you aren't. And Baxter, he's light and love, he's perfect, and he'll stay perfect." She crept closer, watching Angel all the while. "I owe you /nothing/," she hissed. "Your plan failed. You won't be remembered. Your legacy of bloodshed ends, here and now." She stepped close enough to touch Angel, unsheathing her claws. "Would you like to feel my claws, or only the dog's teeth?" Not waiting for a reply, she brought a paw down upon Angel's, burying her claws deep in Angel's wrist. Her back claws were dug deeply into the pine bark, and she kept her other forepaw still for balance. "Oh, this is going to happen much more quickly than I'd like," she hissed, blood dripping down onto Angel's white fur, into the dog's open mouths. They howled and whined in anticipation. She drew her claws out slowly, flicking more blood down at the dogs, all while staring into Angel's eyes. This wasn't joy, but an itch deep in her soul finally scratched. She was all fire and spit, and stars, was this sense of completeness wonderful. She wished she could save this moment and live the rest of her life in it. Glorious justice, right before her eyes.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 27, 2019 20:12:08 GMT -6
Her desperate scrambles were slowed to a halt as she dangled, eyes swinging up to stare at Honey who had crept along the branch closer to her, the ginger she-cat's words finally reaching her ears. Face twisted in fear and anger she glared at the only cat who had ever conquered her, and she felt bitterness flood her mouth, as if the rot of her soul was making itself out, she spit and hissed in pain when Honey dug her claws into her paw, her grip loosening. The wild howls below her seemed to rise, dragging at her pelt as if suddenly she was weighed down by the very sounds of the teeth below her. She saw all light leave Honey's eyes, a burning ice in the younger cat's gaze and suddenly Angel laughed, a sound of triumph. "You think you won, but you learned well from me little one. Look how dark your heart has become, how twisted you are to throw me to the pit of teeth below."
She could feel herself slipping, the panic in her gaze was overshadowed with a twisted glee, "Kill me." She screamed in Honey's face, "Be like me!"
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 27, 2019 20:22:06 GMT -6
Angel's laugh was strange. Not exactly unexpected, or surprising, simply odd. To hear her mortal enemy laugh as Honey licked Angel's blood off her claws. The whole thing was about as pathetic as she expected, Angel's last attempt to get her hooks in. She'd looked away, but she looked back now, her expression shifting from one of pure hatred, to sheer indifference. "You silly little thing," she murmured, resting her paw on Angel's uninjured one, her last hold on the branch. She leaned down so her face was a whisker-length from Angel's. "I am /nothing/ like you," she hissed. And then with a flick of her paw, she sent Angel falling into the monsters below.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 27, 2019 20:36:25 GMT -6
The last bit of pain from Honey's claws stung, and the sensation of falling....it was so foreign. And she was falling in more ways than one, her entire being screamed with anger, but the only sound she made as she fell was a long cackle before she landed in the circling fangs and claws below. The laugh soon turned into screams, gurgling and choking sounds that echoed in the clearing along with the delighted yips of the beasts she had tried to use as her pawns. But these pawns were among the winners in her twisted games, taking a solid second place to the cold face above her in the tree. Teeth, broken and jagged. Stinking breath and heat. Heat from the bodies around her, heat from her own blood, splattering across the ground, staining her white pelt into brilliant crimson.
Her blue eyes were wide, jaws open wide, claws out, but nothing could stop the pain of her everything being ripped into nothingness. And like that, her screaming ceased, leaving nothing but growls and yips as the beasts fought over their meal.
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Pitch had watched from the tree next to Honey's, ears straining as he listened to the conversation above the sounds of the coyotes below them all. He watched and he waited and he felt pride surge in his chest when his daughter won. When Honey sent Angel into the gaping maws of the very things she had tried to use on Honey. He also felt a pang in his chest that Honey, sweet Honey, had learned the true pain of life that he had learned as well when he was a young kit. He didn't look to see Angel get torn apart, a small part of him wished he had, but even as he knew the she-cat deserved every bit she had gotten he couldn't do it without risking his own memories of a torn body drowning him. So instead he watched Honey, his pride.
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Post by gingerluna on Sept 4, 2019 10:41:36 GMT -6
Honey stared down at Angel as she screamed, watching every last moment of her death as satisfaction settled in her heart. It was a dark, crawling feeling, one Honey knew she ought not to become well acquainted with if she didn't want Angel's accusations to become truth. As the coyotes yowled and scrabbled for the last bits of Angel, exhaustion overcome Honey. She finally began to feel her injuries, and she limped over to the trunk, settling against the wood with a low groan. Blood dribbled down the trunk, and wearily she licked at her injuries, the taste of blood filling her mouth. She needed to sleep for a long, long time.
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Post by silentpaws on Sept 9, 2019 6:13:12 GMT -6
She felt sick as she heard the bloodthirsty cry of the coyotes mix with Angel's dying screams. It was all too familiar for Elektra; the screams sounded the same as her own had done when she narrowly escaped the same fate, the howls from far below mixing with the sounds in her mind as those awful memories flashed behind her eyes. She couldn't bear to look but she didn't need to to know exactly what was happening to the cat she despised. Despite everything that Angel had done, as far as El was concerned no cat deserved a death like that.
But there was nothing she could do to change that.
All too soon it was over, leaving only silence as the coyotes dragged what was left of the she-cat back to wherever they had come from. Elektra couldn't move other than uncurling her panic-stiffened limbs from the huddle she had curled herself up into to protect herself from her worst memories come to life. She looked at Honey first, but then her gaze strayed to Myra to see if the same haunted expression El knew she was wearing was reflected on the face of the friend who had gone through what she had on the other side.
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