Until their dying days

[Sophie Hughes]

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Word Count → 540 :: OOC here!

Hamza seemed greatly distressed by the fight, though when they parted he was less so, aiming to trample the lion with sure steps and great bellows rolling out of his throat. Sophie and Boothe looked on as X'yrin danced around their friend, and finally went in for the kill. The feline was swiping desperately at Hamza's legs, and barely noticed the golden female darting forward until it was too late. It sent up a flurry of claws and snapping teeth to defend itself, but the defenses came too late, and the golden warrior's teeth snagged into its throat. The puma's struggle was futile, and in the end it did the most damage to itself, leaping back and effectively ripping out its own throat.

Hamza leaped forward to stamp on its head for good measure, and then backed away, snorting and tossing his head. His tail flicked with his agitation, but he appeared no worse for wear--his legs mildly scratched--which could not be said for his enemy. Sophie and Boothe stood a moment and waited for the very much dead creature to rise, not quite believing the spectacle they'd just witnessed. When it became apparent a stomped-in skull and a ripped-out throat really had killed the thing, they tumbled forward together, Sophie stumbling a bit on her two legs. The twins rushed up to X'yrin first, tails wagging and grins wide. "That was amazing!" Sophie chirped, and bounced a bit on her feet, slowly getting used to the shift in balance. "Totally! I wish I could do that!" Boothe chimed in, and went over to poke at the dead thing with his nose. He was very careful to avoid the head-area, not really wanting to sniff brains, and instead snuffled at its belly and legs, poking the deadly claws with his snout.

Sophie started to go over to join him, and then winced as her stomach and back began aching, looking down somewhat uncomprehendingly to see the scratches along her belly. They weren't deep, at least not enough to have ripped her open, but they hurt, and she had to reach around and see if the same could be said for her back. She had to sit down when she felt the other ones, her ears pressed back and her eyes wide. Boothe glanced over at her, and then lifted his head in concern, moving to poke at her shoulder. "Hey, Soph, whassamatter?" He asked, and glanced down at her bloody torso in some confusion. He wasn't used to seeing blood; Daire had never drawn blood, at least on them. Sure, Leon had been pretty scratched up, way back when, but they hadn't really seen much of it then, either. And he'd been too young to understand that that was what made them alive.

Now he understood. And to see Sophie like that made him somewhat ill. "Oh. Oh. Sophie!" He whined, and tried to nuzzle her somewhere she didn't hurt. Her whole body was sore, though, and she flinched away from him, whimpering. "It hurts," She complained, and poked at her stomach, as though she didn't quite understand what was happening. Boothe didn't quite know what to do, either, turning instead to X'yrin for help.

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