Northstar Vale cut your hair and shave your beard

sorry to keep yall waiting >_>

 

She stumbled back into Star's fangs after Tundra's initial attack. The old woman's fangs dug into the girl's flesh the best she could, quickly beginning to taste the blood in her mouth. Unlike Tundra, this sort of thing did not fill her with some sort of satisfaction, not even for a single moment. She saw it as a duty- she spat the blood out when it welled in her mouth, finding it more of a responsibility than a joy to experience. 

And then a scream hit her ears, and it was the worst and most terrifying sound ever. The scream of a child in agony, crying out for help after her mistake. It's like a nail on a chalkboard to Star, to hear the kid's pain vocalized. It's like a knife in her heart, or like Crescendo's claws in her feet, the pain that suddenly reaches her soul. They were strong women, going two against one on an ignorant child.

I'm like Bane. I'm like Bane and Raissa. 

She can't prevent the thought as it fills her head, as much as she wants to think about anything else. It makes her nauseous, to think that she is as cruel as those Blackfeather wolves. So she tried not to hear her thoughts and tried not to hear Zephyr's scream. Instead she got another bite in on the kid's flank, but it was messy, not as precise as usual as her mind was thick with worry. 

The stench of fresh urine reached her and her nose scrunched with slight revulsion. And then, the girl stared at them, wide-eyed and bloodied, begging them to stop. Star's midnight eyes met the girl's silver ones, and in that moment she wished she could communicate I'm so sorry, but all she could do was quit her attacks and give the girl a look of pity. And then her packmate was spitting harsh words at the intruder, and the kid was off on quick legs, and her packmate pursued. Star didn't have the heart to continue- she stood like a statue of stone, staring down at the pair as they took off. Maybe her packmate would be mad at her for not bothering to follow- but she couldn't go against her own belief. She was a warrior, sure, but something like this reminded her too much of her own experience trespassing. She could not follow.