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The forest was eerily silent. The only thing that made the wood seem alive was the lonely call of a swallow, who cried sparingly.
The slow crawl of winter had made the territory quiet. Sure, it did not snow, but frequent rain had made the forest damp and slowed the bustling of animal life in the night, although it did no good for the mosquitos that made up half the air. A solitary wind rustled the leaves of a tropical tree that was near to the lofty grains of the beach, the soft lashings of the sea cradling in island in serenity. However, further down the shoreline was not so placid.
Against the verdant backdrop of the coppice, a tiger and a leopard drew a circle with their paths, sand digging between their paw pads and exhaustion plaguing their muscles. They bled profusely, scarlet scattering the sand like bloody paint droplets from the scuffle the two had engaged in. Each scar led dark trails down their fur and clotted in their flanks, each of them sticky with sweat and blood combined.
A brief second passed before the spotted female lashed out with her jaws. Her hits had become sloppy but just precise enough to land, exhaustion having hit both of them hard. Victory surged in her seafoam blue optics as she felt teeth sink into throat and a gurgle of blood rise up to meet her, feeling the metallic tang fo blood taint her tongue. A gurgle caught in the tiger's throat and he tried to speak, but only blood spilled from his maw, dripping down to splash onto her forehead. As his life dimmed,nee fell limp against her, but she threw him down to the beach with ease, adrenaline still pumping through her.
If anything, Elizabeth knew that it be a sign that should her clients ever complain of her being late, she would get what she needed and leave them bloody and dead.
Her thoughts muddled together and she collapsed, the landscape beginning to swing around her. Trying to think of anything but how tired she was getting increasingly troublesome, her mind addled with the effects of exhaustion and blood-loss as she laid in a pool of her own and another's blood.
She really needed a drink after this.
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