It had been a reaction of anger and isolation, an expression of everything that was wrong in Eris. It had felt damn good to throw the stupid fucking rat at the wall anyway, to hear that thud and that tiny crack as whatever vital part of the small creature shattered. A cruel smile drew across her sable lips, and her sharp teeth showed toward the other woman. Eris was no good judge of ages, but even she could see Halo was younger than her, and she would not have someone her junior bossing her around. The sable-shaded woman glared at the other canine as she spoke, that cruel sneer still plastered on her muzzle. “Who says you make the fucking rules anyway? Stupid girl. You want it so bad? Have it,” she said, cocking her arm back and flinging the tiny corpse at Halo's face as hard as she possibly could. Eris didn't have much of an arm, but they weren't standing that far away from one another, either.
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