[ tw; general gore!
tldr; boppy killed an old tiger (xerxes w permission from kerms!) and strung him up on an old post, but not without skinning his face, breaking his bones, cutting off his tail, and wedging some manly bits between his teeth. she considers it a late ~father's day gift~ ! & no one has 2 reply boppys j vibing !!]
bloodpoppy didn't like fathers. fathers were dirty, dirty liars, men who could swing around their genitals and get away with the crime. fathers like witchsmark, who fell off the face of the planet before falling beneath her tattered and broken claws. fathers like jace, who just didn't stop giving just like they didn't stop taking. fathers like elian. bloodpoppy was frustrated that she couldn't shove her mentor in a dingy light like she could any other man who claimed a child as his own. she could call him on his temper, his paranoia, his distrust in his peers - but she had yet to experience him as a bad father. to her - he was the best father she never had.
and she was bitter.
the man she took down could've been a father. with how she could practically hear his bones creak, bloodpoppy was sure he, at some point in his life, fathered some cubs of his own. did that mean the hybrid could judge him? she never saw him in his parenting years, much less saw him alive after her initial strike. she dubbed him another shit father purely for how quickly he fell. witchsmark hadn't fought back, and thus her pelt was free of scars and scratches (she'd always hate him for that,) but at least he survived to see her as his killer. this man didn't live past the first hit, her jaws closed around his throat and crushed it with ease.
her sacrifices were usually done along the nile's banks or near an altar. she'd drain them like chickens and prepare their blood for paints and church upkeep, cut up their limbs and take the bones before tossing the body over board. but this one was different. with her frustrations with the clan (jace had his own head up his own ass, thinking he was in the right, and truthfully elian was not much different,) she wanted to make a special memorial for all the fathers out there. iokua gifted jace a pretty nice scarf for father's day - bloodpoppy wondered if the man actually treasured it the way he said he would. she wanted to seek out iokua and find more ways to ruin jace's reputation, to get on iokua's side and thus beneath jace's skin, to make elian proud -
she distracted her rambling thoughts by tugging at the face of the tiger. the elasticity of his jowls were... non-existent. she pulled his cheeks away from his skull and they didn't snap back. it was almost disgusting. she clicked her tongue before dragging one of her sharper claws around the frame of his face. she imagined his screams of pain and terror as she did so, disappointed that a simple crunch did the job so swiftly. she'd have to find a prisoner later. he wouldn't mind a double sacrifice, not from the high priestess. she pulled skin away from muscle and got to work on the fattier bits, eventually leaving behind an old man's skull, still with cheek tufts and ears. she smiled for a second, the image comical. she tossed aside the skin and meat for other uses before turning around and working elsewhere.
true to her habits, she took the tigers claws without a second thought. witchsmark's claws were kept in a bag in her pyramid, and these ones - longer, thicker, darker in color - would join them. she still intended to make something for her mother out of the deceased's claws, but with her new ranks and the in clan drama, sneaking off to spend time with arya was damn near impossible. she wondered if she should be angry at mothers next. she loved arya, but ver was questionable. but constellationdreamer and evangeline - they were decent. bellona too. no mother wronged her as badly as a father burned her, she decided.
claws safely deposited away, bloodpoppy tried to think of a next step. she could continue skinning him until his ripcage shown, or take his limbs for later projects. she bent one of the tiger's forearms with an unamused glare - it felt rusty and gross. how old was the stranger? she wanted to bank six or seven - but evangeline was around that age, and her joints didn't scream with every movement (did she have a new body, maybe?) jace, however, had joints like creaky old doors. made sense with how much he still bragged about his history. was it sick to keep thinking of jace while she mutilated a dead body? bloodpoppy grabbed each of the limbs and broke each bone in half (such brittle bones,) creating new joints and deciding that the act of her job was sick. it wasn't like half of her clan didn't wish that the other half tripped on a rock every other day. she imagined that he envisioned her family whenever he made his kills, even while they lived on the same sands. just fun and games until her thoughts were broadcasted - thankfully, they weren't.
with two new joints in each limb, bloodpoppy had new ranges of mobility. she could pose him this way or that way - her lost smile returned tenfold as she grasped some rope and tied him up like a hog, legs bending behind his back. she didn't have a big, strong stick to suspend him from - not one that she would turn over a roasting fire, at least. but she could use the previous death spot of ace, his body long since removed, to string up her new sacrifice. and she did just that. the tiger didn't fit as nicely on the short post initially meant for a canine, but she made do. bloodpoppy did have to cut off his tail for space, however - she'd make up to the red god by carving the bones later.
she stepped back to look over her masterpiece. she thought something was still missing, thus her smile being lost once again. she watched blood drain from almost every boppy-made orifice before figuring out what she had left to do. she took a dingy old knife that she very likely stolen from someone (and she'd fess up, too, if they came looking for her,) and made a very clean cut out of the tiger's nether region. she clicked her tongue as she stuffed the newfound testicles into the parted jaws of the tiger - like the apple on the pig! she wondered if someone would find it funny like she did. she hoped they didn't; boppy didn't commonly find things funny and liked to keep to herself when she did.
nonetheless, she looked over her sacrifice one last time and nodded stiffly. once the blood was done draining into the sand, then she would proceed with her usual procedure. until then, she was very content with her belated father's day present to all of the fathers in the clan. she hoped most of them hated it.
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