Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

With the vows spoken by all three of them (Cicero's unenthusiastic words didn't go unnoticed), Kove praised them all, something that made Potema smile. She was wistful, thinking of her mother as Kove spoke. She would be proud, wouldn't she? Of them at least, not of what happened... What would she think of what happened?

Potema smirked evilly at the sacrifice's approach, her tail swishing at the thought of sacrificing to her god and goddess. The sacrifice looked complacent, with a twinkle of innocence in its eye. She stepped forward, ready to draw blood, only for Cicero to jump ahead of both her and Damien and sink his fangs into the sacrifice's neck. Potema scowled, having wanted to prolong the sacrifice's death; at least to let a bit more blood spill out.

Damien had a similar feeling, pushing roughly against Cicero to secure his position as the killer. Potema, neither a fighter or hunter, settled to sinking her fangs in a different part of the sacrifice's body. Her fangs met in the sacrifice's haunch, knowing that the flow of blood would be strong and steady back here as up towards the neck.