Emberwood chasing twisters

she was dying, dying within his grasp, dying as his teeth cut through the cage of ribs and into the lungs and heart below. shardul seized the life-organ within his maw and bit until blood spurted across the pelt of its own bearer, warm crimson painting both their faces. undoubtedly she was dead, and his interest waned quickly -- at length, the silver cat could be found alongside the mauled body of his latest victim, meticulously grooming every trace of blood from his muzzle and paws.