flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
When he moved, leaving her the liver and kidneys, Aguta didn’t hesitate to lurch forward, snatching them up straight away. Once they were gone, she moved back to the hindquarters that she’d already been eating from. Her lip curled back in a bloody display when she realized he was getting nearer to where she was eating and a deep warning growl easily slid forth from her. The scarred female wouldn’t hesitate to physically lash out if he got too much closer into her space. She would do the same toward anyone that got too close to her space while she was eating. It was something she just didn’t tolerate.
She finally had eaten more than enough, moving backward away from the carcass and dropping her rump to the ground, reclining comfortably while licking the pronghorn’s blood from her mouth. When he spoke, taking notice that she’d gotten injured by the doe, she cast an awkward feeling glance down at her chest and shrugged slightly. “The bitch kicked me,” she replied. Lifting her gaze from her chest, she allowed her icy colored eyes to fall upon him. “It’s no big deal, really,” she added with another shrug. “I’ve had far worse than this.”