[ P ] a nightingale sang

No matter how she anticipated a flash of pain hardly did fangs sink in. Opportunity given with the snapping hold of his maw and yet all the nameless did was use it for a sense of control. So easily he could force a crown back to expose the soft underside of her throat. He would not be given that chance if she could help it, there was little need in spilling large amounts of blood for the sake of a wooden perch though that did not mean she would give it up easily either. Paws coiling about him only to loosen upon the moment of impact, air rushing from her lungs all while teeth peeled away from her features leaving nary a scratch upon them.

Yet what remained were those piercing eyes staring down at her as over sized paws framed the mismatched marks of her skull. And with it words that dripped with a new venom as it tickled her ears but still she would allow positioning to be adjusted to his liking. Limbs sliding with the roll of his shoulders before they would tug against him lightly, bidding him to stay in place as he loomed over her. He could think of it however he pleased yet whatever coursed through his thoughts would not be brought to fruition. Chance never given as the curl of talons aimed for the soft dip of his belly though whether or not they would pierce his hide mattered little for the force behind it was what counted.

His expression twisted in an instant, cockiness fading away as she was left with nothing more than a thundering snarl reverberating in his chest. It filled her ears and threatened to drown out all else which rose around them from the restless rabble. Now was the time to act before his bearings could return in full, before the curve of ivory could lunge down the short distance still left between them. She needed to move now, it would be so easy to dart up and seize hold of his throat from where she lay yet there was a single voice which broke through it all.

Lyrics of the very tender who had once been prepared to serve had she faltered from the boredom and waiting. Phrases which seemed to coax forth better judgment for neither party involved lurched forth to sink into tender flesh and tear it asunder. Yet the voice of one who towered still pulled her ear, lucky, as if. Though before any retort can fly lips instead curl as blood and spittle stained her visage, lithe frame quick to roll as fangs nearly reached to snap upon retreating limb but the barkeep’s gaze still lay upon her.

Watchful eyes narrowing with a silent shake of the head to bid such thoughts to cease and quiet she would though a sneer did not dissipate as a once stalking prowl morphed into a steadier bounce. A hide once more pressing to the unknown in hopes of halting his path if only for a moment. There was no intention to chase him any further, she knew others would beckon her back - implore she return to the very duties she was meant to attend - but in these moments she wanted nothing more than to tear into the musculature of this man’s throat.

Rip into the flesh that had once rested so boldly against her crown, an action she aimed to repeat. Curved ivories clicking lightly as a muzzle leaned in pressing luck, “As it is yours darling. Next time I’ll gut you like a pig.” A warning yet still a tease to some, though Raiden could feel the heated stares at her back and with an indignant snort she turned to disappear into the tavern’s embrace. Far from the gaze of the nameless lest they were destined to cross paths again. And if such a fate were to come… she would not stay her fangs.

-Exit Raiden-

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