She did it. She achieved the element of surprise and fell the beast, tearing open its neck and putting the nails in its coffin by shaking, punishing and effectively splaying its life across the grass. Within a few blinks of the eye it laid strewn all around them, entrails, esophagus, veins, hunks of flesh and blood. But it was just as short-lived as his own triumph, and a million times more fateful.
It had been a bad venture, one borne of an unconscious selfishness that went both ways. He had intended to do wonders for Mao's savage sexual urges by letting her satisfy her lust killing other creatures, as well as to escape the venting of her wrath and violence. He had done something for the good of both of them and it ended as badly as it could have. As he stared at the horrific scene before him, with his beloved bond mate's body slashed and bleeding, he almost lost control of himself. The thought of her safety prevented him from falling in a dead faint, on the event of which she would have surely bled to death in her vulnerable state.
A silent gasp, a muffled cry, escaped his throat, unable to move, to think for a moment. He watched her fall unconscious, possibly lifeless after her triumph, his legs paralyzed into the ground without any measure of strength. That firm, supple body encased in raven fur that he so worshiped and strived to protect from even the tiniest scratch or bruise was lying flat on the ground, barely breathing, almost as dead as he was in the heat of the sun. The possibility of Mao getting hurt, much less dying that day had not even crossed his mind when he planned it. Now it had come roaring down on him, planting white spots into his brain, rendering him motile and helpless.
The tenseness in his muscles fell dramatically, the mouth on his paled face falling open like an unhinged door to oblivion. And when the reality of the situation finally broke through the shock, he wasted no time scooping her up into his arms and running back to Sanctuary as fast as his legs could carry him, his mind crossed with a single, desperate thought: He had to get Kavala.
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Luckily the konti healer had been around, and the moment Mao was laid on the dining table turned surgeon's table, she worked laboriously to patch the wounded kelvic up while Navis was left to fuss over his stupid decision and pondered, wracked his brains about the real possibility of losing the only woman, the only other being he had ever loved. Unable to bring himself to thrash around the premises and destroy other items in Sanctuary, he fled back to the wilderness, gave into his grief and rage, and proceeded to slaughter whatever he found. He was particularly merciless towards another couple of glassbeaks he found near their hunting spot, ones which were feeding off the remains of their abandoned quarry. Flashing demonic eyes and strength to match, he attacked with little thought for his own safety, brutally killing, dismembering and crushing every single bit of the creatures, a handiwork even more barbaric than the fate which he had laid for his earlier kill.
He returned to Sanctuary during the night carrying the bloody skulls of four butchered glassbeaks, throwing them down into the ground as he burst into the operating room, holding his breath and anticipating the worst.
She pulled through. Kavala was lying asleep on the veranda bench where he usually sleeps when frustrated, and Mao was soundly resting inside their bedroom, her breathing no longer laborious, but mellow and gentle. She was still in jaguar form, which made him sure than she was at least in a stable, normal condition. Tears of relief and joy started falling from his softened eyes as he approached her and buried his face beside nuzzle.
Her jaws being filled with razor sharp teeth be damned for him; he would endure all the biting she'd want to lavish on him as a personal penitence for his foolishness.
"Damn it, kitten... I thought I had lost you." He sniveled in between sobs to her soft, sensitive ear.
It had been a bad venture, one borne of an unconscious selfishness that went both ways. He had intended to do wonders for Mao's savage sexual urges by letting her satisfy her lust killing other creatures, as well as to escape the venting of her wrath and violence. He had done something for the good of both of them and it ended as badly as it could have. As he stared at the horrific scene before him, with his beloved bond mate's body slashed and bleeding, he almost lost control of himself. The thought of her safety prevented him from falling in a dead faint, on the event of which she would have surely bled to death in her vulnerable state.
A silent gasp, a muffled cry, escaped his throat, unable to move, to think for a moment. He watched her fall unconscious, possibly lifeless after her triumph, his legs paralyzed into the ground without any measure of strength. That firm, supple body encased in raven fur that he so worshiped and strived to protect from even the tiniest scratch or bruise was lying flat on the ground, barely breathing, almost as dead as he was in the heat of the sun. The possibility of Mao getting hurt, much less dying that day had not even crossed his mind when he planned it. Now it had come roaring down on him, planting white spots into his brain, rendering him motile and helpless.
The tenseness in his muscles fell dramatically, the mouth on his paled face falling open like an unhinged door to oblivion. And when the reality of the situation finally broke through the shock, he wasted no time scooping her up into his arms and running back to Sanctuary as fast as his legs could carry him, his mind crossed with a single, desperate thought: He had to get Kavala.
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Luckily the konti healer had been around, and the moment Mao was laid on the dining table turned surgeon's table, she worked laboriously to patch the wounded kelvic up while Navis was left to fuss over his stupid decision and pondered, wracked his brains about the real possibility of losing the only woman, the only other being he had ever loved. Unable to bring himself to thrash around the premises and destroy other items in Sanctuary, he fled back to the wilderness, gave into his grief and rage, and proceeded to slaughter whatever he found. He was particularly merciless towards another couple of glassbeaks he found near their hunting spot, ones which were feeding off the remains of their abandoned quarry. Flashing demonic eyes and strength to match, he attacked with little thought for his own safety, brutally killing, dismembering and crushing every single bit of the creatures, a handiwork even more barbaric than the fate which he had laid for his earlier kill.
He returned to Sanctuary during the night carrying the bloody skulls of four butchered glassbeaks, throwing them down into the ground as he burst into the operating room, holding his breath and anticipating the worst.
She pulled through. Kavala was lying asleep on the veranda bench where he usually sleeps when frustrated, and Mao was soundly resting inside their bedroom, her breathing no longer laborious, but mellow and gentle. She was still in jaguar form, which made him sure than she was at least in a stable, normal condition. Tears of relief and joy started falling from his softened eyes as he approached her and buried his face beside nuzzle.
Her jaws being filled with razor sharp teeth be damned for him; he would endure all the biting she'd want to lavish on him as a personal penitence for his foolishness.
"Damn it, kitten... I thought I had lost you." He sniveled in between sobs to her soft, sensitive ear.
