WC: 251OOC: Yep Saqui is scurred %$#@less XDD
Anger boiled up in the man as he seemed to think he had all the right. Even if he were the father of these children it gave him no right to kill and.. and eat them! She nearly threw up again, but remembered this man seemed quite capable of harming others without cause, and it was that he seemed almost fearless of her bow. “Transgressions! Just because they are dark? That’s …. no.” her hand Pulled back and the arrow moved as she aimed, not for him, but to show him just how good of a shot she was, and let loose the arrow that went straight to his feet, and dug deep into the ground.
"Tsv s gi na! I would never take someone’s life unless they truly deserved it. You for example. They are innocent puppies and you are EATING that one!” She said. Her hand already had another arrow out and was in the process of knocking it. Her heart pounded against her chest, her eyes on him the whole time. Even with the blood and gore of that poor puppy in his hands and on his face. She wanted to cry. She swallowed knowing that she would not be able to save them if he came at her even when she was ready to shoot again, because if so, then she would be useless face to face with the man. She knew bows and arrows, but had nothing but her natural claws that were weapons.
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