MABEL
A snarl wrapped around her mouth, an entanglement of the rage filtering down through her juvenile form. Trickery and deceit was one thing, and she’d attempted to employ it earlier, but now he was rendered into a new form – and she still took her branch overhead, reaching to snag, to hit, to pummel it into his head.
But she wouldn’t be fast enough to elude the leopard conditions, the reel of pouncing, even as she swung and intended to hit him in the soft underbelly. The paws suddenly on her shoulders forced her downward, and she hit the ground quickly, trapped and tucked underneath his bulk and weight. “Get off,” she growled, fangs extending, reaching out to bite at anything nearby. Instinctual, and without any prior thought to back it up, except absolute desperation.
But she wouldn’t be fast enough to elude the leopard conditions, the reel of pouncing, even as she swung and intended to hit him in the soft underbelly. The paws suddenly on her shoulders forced her downward, and she hit the ground quickly, trapped and tucked underneath his bulk and weight. “Get off,” she growled, fangs extending, reaching out to bite at anything nearby. Instinctual, and without any prior thought to back it up, except absolute desperation.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
