attikiva & martyr

Oh, so we need to be a bitch now just to get daddy's love, huh Martyr? Why must you be like this, my precious pup?

The young female was maddened by rage of the urge to just kill. Or, perhaps, this little bitch needed approval from father, himself. Martyr was like that, though, just that silly little mongrel you couldn't quit pinpoint who she was, or what she was doing precisely. You must remember, my friend, that Martyr is so much unlike your common wolf: she's a killer. Martyr is driven by insanity and bloodlust, and nothing quit easier than that. She'll do anything to get that warm, scarlet blood seeping into her mouth.

Now Martyr had been stalking Attikiva for a great deal of time, and she was pondering, biding, wasting all of her time just to attack. Not there, too many rocks....not there, either, it's too out in the open. Finally, Martyr began to pick her way down a rocky slope, her tail aloft and head aimed high. Martyr went directly at Attikiva, knowing that he probably didn't know who she was, exactly. "You!" Martyr barked gruffly, narrowing her eyes. Attikiva turned, cocking his head. The scent on Martyr was undeniable, and no one could forget that Martyr was a offspring of Death Guardian. Or was she?

Actually, Martyr was Crystal Claw's daughter. Devilness switched her son (named Martyr at the time) with Crystal Claw's daughter (named Darkness at the time). Though the switch had been complicated, Devilness had done it and no one knew the difference. Funny how ignorant raped mothers can be, not even noticing that their daughter is now a son. Makes me laugh. So Martyr is really Javelin's daughter, huh?

Now, Martyr took no further time in waiting. She lunged at Attikiva, not caring that he was a male and she was a female. Maryr began to thrash her head when Attikiva's neck was seized in her jaws. Martyr kept thrashing, tearing, pulling, trying to get the veins and skin torn. Attikiva was screaming in agony, but his life ebbed away swiftly. Martyr had sliced numerous vital ateries and veins, the blood pooling scarlet upon her coat. When Martyr nearly tore the whole neck out, she dropped his body.

Panting, the female licked some of the blood off of her jaws. A defiant gleam rippled across her face, and Martyr smirked. "Love ya, grandpa," Martyr chuckled, picking up his body and deciding to bring it back to Death Guardian as a trophy. Later, Attikiva's traitorsome family would see their dead father, grandfather and mate.