ORIGIN - A not-so-small opponent

Oh, she was tired.

She didn't remember much. There were flashes of color, and whispering voices. But nothing else came to mind. No names, nor any true memories.

When she had returned to her Chrysalis, she didn't know. And she didn't know when she had broken free again. But she was soaking with the fluids of her Chrysalis, and not yet fully awake.

So she simply stood before her Chrysalis. Her tail was limp and her head drooped, eyes blinking blearily as she tried to come back to herself.

The blood of the rodent and the bird hadn't satisfied her. She wanted more, she wanted a true opponent. One that would prove to mother that she could fight and kill worthy opponents.

So when she came across the dog, she bristled. Oh, she hoped this fight would be good. It was big, almost as big as she was, and so she couldn't wait to fight it.

Something seemed wrong with the dog, it was standing still with its head drooping. But that didn't stop her, as she snarled and lunged, slamming into the dog shoulder first. They rolled, and she pinned it to the ground, snarling loudly.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

Something was approaching.

Cassie attempted to lift her head, but exhaustion clung to her muscles. And then she was being rammed into, squealing loudly as she was flung to the floor. She thrashed weakly, attempting to break free of the wolf's grasp. But nothing working, no matter how hard she struggled.

Oh, this was too easy.

Jay was numb to the battering of the dog's paws against her stomach, the weak squirms under her. It might as well have been the thrashing of a fly's wings for how much it bothered her.

The dog's gem was impossible to miss, and she smirked. It was front and center on the dog's chest, gleaming as though to draw her. Her mouth watered, and saliva dripped from her fangs in excitement.

In a single motion, like a snake striking at its prey, she struck. Her head snapped forward, fangs enclosing the gem. She pulled her head back, yanking the gem loose, as well as chunks of flesh and fur, the gem still embedded. But the dog was dead, limp beneath her, no longer powered by the gem that sat in her mouth.

Uncaring, Jayberry stepped off of Cassie. She had her prize - what happened to the dog's corpse mattered not to her.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.