Blackbeak Bluff brinelick

your writing is the true gold! ill fade here <3

she sped off down the strand and when the last echoes of his voice had died from the air, as the last breath of a fading zephyr, shardul shook with impotent rage. his only consolation was the small threads of flesh and hair clinging bloodily to his forepaw; a long tongue lowered to lick out the gore from between the large claws, and the cat found himself both sated and aroused. yet he could remain upon the strand no longer -- with a growl he turned and sidled inland, to sequester himself in some pleasant patch of shadow for the remainder of the day.