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She felt the other pup let go of her when he was told to, but Makatza was made of a different substance. She didn’t listen, she didn’t pay attention to the adult who told her to let go of the smaller and younger pup. She was beneath her she was not someone important. Makatza went on and when she heard the child scream, she didn’t stop. She felt an urge to continue on, she felt alive. She loved the way he squirmed. The way he was fighting for his life and a smile formed on her lips as she pushed down harder. She laughed.

She laughed loudly and without sympathy. This ought to teach him! To never, ever touch a princess!

”Makatza!” She heard Rye’s voice but it did nothing to stop her. She smiled and her eyes turned dark, absent from the real world a sadistic look about her as she watched the boy struggle. This was what it felt like to have this much power? This was what it was like to control another’s life. She loved it. She wanted more, more and MORE. She giggled. Didn’t notice Veteran watching from afar. She only saw the pup fighting for his life, and she enjoyed it too much.

”Let him go” Rye’s words went to an unwilling child. She heard him even if she was emerged in the rush of power, but she ignored him. She pretended to not hear him. Why should she let go? He was no one, nothing. He didn’t matter to her. Then something rather unpleasant happened. Meerkat dared to touch her. She tried to pry her away and Makatza was too small to fight it, but oh did she fight it. She snarled and snapped, first after Sikuliak to grab on to him, but she was soon out of reach from him. Then she turned her anger toward the adult pulling her away. The moment Meerkat let go of her she screeched again like a wailing siren. ”How dare you touch me!” It did not please her in the least. With a swift motion she tried to bite at Meerkat’s leg with all her might. She meant for it to hurt.

She heard Meerkat tell Veteran (whom she now saw) call for her parents. Makatza ignored the call and went ahead and attempted to bite her leg instead. She wanted to feel it again, the power rush. It was meant for her, she was meant to feel it.

”Makatza, enough” She knew the voice of her father and she finally stopped assaulting the adult Meerkat. She looked at her father with a weird look. She had always loved and respected her father, but today she felt a rebellious voice within. Something that told her to not obey, to not pay attention. She watched him as he came closer.

”what is the meaning of this?”

Her lips pressed together. Then she went to her father for fake comfort. She didn’t cry or wail but wanted something from him. Support.

”He BIT me! He deserved it dad.” She wanted to add so much more to it. He dared to bite her, he dared to go ahead and even touch her just because she wanted to play. He had the odacity to think they were equal. She felt entitled to get what she wanted, and he hadn’t given in to it like she had wanted. That in itself ought to be some kind of crime, right? She watched her daddy with big puppy eyes and tried to poke him with her nose for comfort.

”Makatza! This is not how we treat one of our own! There will be consequences for this." She turned in a snap motion to look at her mother and her eyes shot daggers. Consequences? She wasn’t even sure what that meant, but by the sound of it, it meant punishment. It did not please her.

”Consequences?!” She turned around and walked toward her mother who had been roaring and yelling at her, the least favorable way to get her attention and understand the seriousness of something she had done. It just meant it was working after all. She watched her mother from the much smaller height, she was still small, but she felt no fear, no respect for her mother at this very moment. ”He bit me, and he gets no consequences. How is that fair.” She had her ears pressed against her skull and she was about to throw a fit. It wasn’t fair! She had just defended – no taught the boy where he belonged. Into the dirt like the rest of them.

”Dad, tell her it isn’t fair!” She turned to her father for help, support and love. If you had asked her if she could count on her father he would likely have said yes, always. That her father was likely on her mother’s side would likely shake her world and cause something within her to shift. Though not likely for the better.