Serpent Lake Eye, tooth, claw, death

There was a war going on deep with in her. A want to hate him, but he had nothing to do with this. We'll he did, but it had not been his paw and claw that had ripped the orb of sea green from her head. He had not abused her while the hateful man brought her to her father. He had never raised a paw in violence against her.

So despite it all. Despite the hateful fury that raged like hot fire in her chest. Her eye softened. Her body loosened and the snarl fell.

 But if she had known of the atrocities this man committed. And she knew he was not a kind man now. If he held sway with the man Nino he was not good. And he was lost, but he had been her friend once at least. 

She motioned to her eye with a sardonic smile. No Bonita now.

Then her legs gave out. And she fell forward with a yelp. And lay for a second unable to make her limbs work. And she hated it.