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Scarlette has a minion!

Azira the Slyss

Scarlette

The

BloodRed Feli
Owner:

Age: 3 years, 5 months, 2 days

Born: December 15th, 2009

Adopted: 3 years, 5 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: December 15th, 2009

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 4
Job: Unemployed

A snowshoe ran through shadowglen, giggling. She was running through as a dare from her friends, who thought she would be too chicken to do so. She wasn't scared though, suddenly she stopped...what was that noise? Looking around she saw two, bright, glowing green eyes looking through the trees - it was Scarlette, an evil creature, a stocky, but fast feli, she was known for her taste for blood - she was crazy, with a love of the hunt, she got a thrill out of keeping her victims alive for as long as possible before dealing the fatal blow, often just letting her victims die of bloodloss or shock. The snowshoe thought these were only stories...but those bright green eyes...they were just like the stories told of. Gasping, the snowshoe, slowly backed away, before turning around into a full speed sprint.

It was too late, she had been spotted, Scarlette launched out of the trees and ran after the snowshoe, in no time the snowshoe was captured - firmly held in Scarlette's strong jaws.

The snowshoe struggled, and cried, begging for mercy. All this did was make Scarlette tighten her grip, her long, sharp teeth puncturing the snowshoes soft flesh.

Back at her lair Scarlette dropped the snowshoe onto the cold, hard ground. Wrapping her tail around the frightened creature she circled it a few times before sitting in front of it. She locked eyes with the frightened creature - she loved seeing the fear, the desperation in the eyes of her victims. Scarlette pondered what her first move would be, slowly she placed her paw on the snowshoes head, and extracting a single claw, firmly scratched the snowshoe from the tip of its nose to the base of its tail. The snowshoes white fur caught the blood as the flesh opened up. The snowshoe cried, and struggled to get out of Scarlettes grip.

The more she struggled, the tighter Scarlette held, holding the snowshoe up right, she grasped its ears in her teeth and ripped them away from its scalp. They were tiny in comparsion to Scarlette and she swallowed them whole. The snowshoe was starting to give up now, the adrenaline had long worn off and the pain racked through her body, shaking she tried one last attempt to get out of Scarlette's grip - managing to bend over just enough to nip her on the paw.

This just motivated Scarlette more, she liked it when her victims fought back - they never beat her, she was too quick, too strong. Scarlette grabbed the snow shoe by it's back leg, and pinning its body to the floor, pulled the leg backwards until she heard the crack of dislocating joints.

Now completely worn out the snowshoe made no attempt to fight back, just layed still, letting Scarlette do whatever she wanted, and prayed that her life would end soon and the pain would be over. Scarlette had more in mind, and she let out a hiss.

Scarlette's minion, Azira, the only living thing apart from herself that she had any respect for came out of hiding and slithered over. Scarlette Placed the snowshoe on the ground and Azira curled herself around it, biting it as she went. Scarlette enjoyed letting her minion have a go at the victims when the time was almost up, it pleased her almost as much as doing the torturing herself. After tightening her grip enough to crush a few bones, Azira left the snowshoe and slithered onto Scarlette's shoulders. She knew Scarlette liked to deal the very last blow.

The snowshoe lay motionless,not having the strength to move anymore, Scarlette walked over to it, hooking her claw through the skin of its neck. She dug her teeth into its back leg and ripped it off, offering to Azira who happily swallowed her share. Then grinned as the snowshoe finally went limp in her grasp. This was a good capture, a fighter, lasted a lot longer than most small creatures she captured.

Grinning, Scarlette lifted the now lifeless creature above her head starting eating. She started with the head, she loved the taste of the brain, the texture of bone mixed with brain matter, the sound of the crushing skull. It was only a few seconds before the creature was completely devoured, and Scarlette set out on another hunt.

She enjoyed every second of it.

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