Blackbeak Bluff dreams of gods and monsters

disruption. this was something she'd learnt in months of relentless training to become a soldier...no, killer, monster...she had been no soldier. swallowing hastily, ears slowly twist upon her head to focus on this new disturbance as muscles slowly bunched. sometimes hearing alone was not enough, in the midst of battle chaos left little room for the sounds of telltale snaps and patters of paws, much like now with the roaring body of water below. so she'd been taught to detect this disruption, a shift in the air. it had taken her so long to get it at first, impatience roving throughout that juvenile body that just wanted to run and twist but it had eventually become second nature. exhaling slowly, she let eyes fall shut against the relentless slap of the moaning wind. 

if they were sneaking they didn't want to be detected. slowly she pulls her forepaws back from the edge, movements carefully executed to avoid alerting the predator lurking close, too close, of her awareness. ears lean carefully, desperately attempting to pinpoint and- there! focusing entirely on that presence and yes sure enough that sound, all else can fall away now as eyes remain squeezed shut and lips curl back. that bastard would regret thinking her perilous location would make her an easy target. like a cobra her paws kick and twist so that she is spun with a fluid grace, cutting the air whilst a snarl rumbles free from her chest like a clap of thunder. panther-like she crashes upon another and spares a brief moment for smug pride at her successful accuracy before preparing to make them regret even considering forcing her into a prey role when-

narrowed eyes suddenly widen as her nose twitches, jaws falling slack as she stumbles back a few paces. rosencrantz? her heart constricts painfully in her chest and there is a moment where she considers fleeing, ears falling fast against her head as wide eyes flicker with unease until she notices. fucking hell. "what the fuck" she exhales breathlessly, briefly frozen as eyes marvel distantly at the wreckage of his face. yet its quick to pass as her tenebrous gaze narrows and rage burns throughout her gut. somewhat brash in nature she pushes into his personal space without seeking welcome to look upon the horrors. fangs grit savagely as she turns sharp eyes to focus on the steady glow of his "who the fuck did this?" she was sick of these bastards.