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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 10:06 pm
 Mahakali did not answer with words, but mocked the leopardess with that chilling, malevolent laughter. The white lioness had never claimed to be sane. She was evil, a bloody general reincarnated from a life of murder and bloodshed, born again into this world to continue that path of war and death. If that made her sanity questionable, then so be it.
But she would not allow her prey to escape so easily, no, she would see that the leopard's nitemare had only just begun. A single stride and she was on the creature again, lunging full-force at her prey, talons and fangs bared for impact. It was a terrifying sight, as a monster emerging from the depths of hell, it's mighty weapon raised only to be brought down on the world in a blaze of hellfire and destruction.
The strike was vicious, no thought of mercy in her red eyes, only murderous intent. Talons would slash, tearing the instant they touched flesh, jaws would snap at the instant of contact.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:44 pm
She couldn't escape this one, and she knew it. So instead, sh crouched down, hunching her shoulders and pinning her ears back, long sharp teeth bared, tail lashing in annoyance behind her. and she leaped foreward now for the collision, and this second felt like a quiet eternity, the growls and wind dying out.
And then she closed her eyes tightly as she felt her whole body be rocked violently and claws pierced her fur and skin, reaching into her and letting blood out. Instinctively her claws lashed out, trying to scratch at something, but with massive paws on your shoulders, there wasn't much you could do.
So she kicked up with her hind paws, trying to get at the lions belly, and bite at anything she could reach; but due the heavy land on the ground, she was sort-of dizzy, and couldn't quite place what she was attacking.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:47 pm
What seemed an eternity passed in an instant, the lioness' powerful form colliding with the leopards, sending the smaller creature crashing to the earth beneath massive paws. She stood over the leopard, a vampiric grin on her maw, tongue dancing over fangs as if savoring the taste of the blood she would soon saver. Paws sat heavy on slender shoulders, pressing her prey into the earth, talons curled to slice through hide and muscle, revealing in the blood that flowed freely to soak the land beneath.
Though the leopardess' claws struck her, Mahakali did not care. She merely laughing, mocking her helpless victim, talons only slicing deeper, her weight pinning Karama against the ground despite her struggles.
The demon paused a moment, soaking in the desperation, her tail flicking in pleasure at the thought of how this poor creature must feel as it stared into the terrifying gaze, the last thing she would ever see.
"Take a deep breath, mortal, it will be your last."
Maw parted, fangs revealed in all their horrific glory, sunlight reflecting in an eerie glow as if the earth itself knew of the hellish fate about to strike one of its children. But the strike never came, the lioness' fury broken by a familiar sound, a roar in the distance that called to her. Mrost, the god of war, he was calling her to return, and even as a general Mahakali knew it was unwise to ignore his summon. With a snarl, the white demon glared down at the leopardess, tail lashing in irritation.
"It seems fate was on your side today, next time you will not be so lucky."
With a growl, Kali dug her talons into the leopard's hide in a final gesture of hellish intent. And then she was gone, leaving the leopardess' where she lay to whatever fate may befall her, disappearing once again into the tall grass to return to War's side.
Stupid creature, fate had spared her life, and the general was denied her bloodshed. But her talons had tasted blood, awakening a forgotten lust, one from a previous life of war and destruction. It was intoxicating, and that alone was satisfying enough, for now.
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