FALLEN MONARCHIES — [ tw for gore! ]
This hadn't really been what Redalert had wanted him to do ( she had specifically said enemy but he assumed the fair game clans just about qualified as well and he was not going to ask for clarification ) and since he was there, there was no turning back. As he had found out, ColouredClan had too few enemies and way too many allies. He thought the clan was an anti-clan that denounced pro-clans but, apparently, they were friends with a few of them. He would admit though, a couple of them knew how to have some fun.
Sal places himself at the border of the Serein Copse, an plan for an attack already having been formulated within his mind. Now the mutated feline sits, with his tail pulling close to his body as he whistled a nameless tune. Soon enough, someone came forward. An long-legged caracal, pretty lookin' doll with brilliant amber eyes and a rust colored pelt. However, he was not here to chat it up with a pretty lady. No, he was here to cause havoc, and as soon as the girl saw him and came forth to ask him the typical name and business shtick, he attacked. Sharp, shark-like teeth flashed out at her face and closed around the right side of her disgustingly beautiful face. He crunched, flesh peeling off easy with a jerk of his head and the sickening pop of her eye being dislodged came soon afterward. Blood comes spilling forth onto his mouth and he relishes the sweet taste. The poor girl had barely registered what was going on before she screamed out in agony.
Sal pushes the caracal into the ground after slurping up the wad of flesh he had in his mouth and chewed, swallowing, his eyes glowing with murderous intent. The woman beneath him remained paralyzed in shock, fear, and pain and Sal could not help but laugh aloud with sick amusement. "What're you doing? Aren't you going to fight me back? Don't you want to live?" The ivory feline, now painted partially red in crimson lifeblood, didn't particularly care if the bitch didn't fight back. He decided she would die right here under him. Although, it would be fun if she had. Oh well, you win some and you lose some, as they say. Maybe his next victim would have more of a want to live than this whore.
With a tsk, Sal comes down upon the caracal once more. He rips out flesh from her pretty face until it was horribly disfigured and used his claws to tear and tear at her sides until they were a bloody mess. To end it all, Sal sinks his teeth into the side of the girl's neck and with a strong jerk of his head pulls out a chunk of flesh. The wound oozed blood like a geyser, spreading across the ground at an alarming rate. Life seemed to be quickly fading from this nameless girl's eyes quickly. He felt a little disappointed she hadn't lasted very long with him.
Just as he was about to step from the caracal as soon as she had died, his stomach made its presence known to him. Well... he couldn't say no to a little bit of a meal, could he? The girl's blood tasted good to him... A couple of bites couldn't hurt, could it? So the mutated shark-feline would dive in again, tearing into the Copser's soft underbelly to feast while he could.
[ aylith , please don't post before him <3 also tagging REDALERT + Kedamono for proof of Sal having done his weekly task! ]