A Matter of Succession [Concluded]

[The Jenn]

The suddenly visible form in front of her, writing and bleeding and making a huge mess, became triple the threat in Donnie's spell-affected mind and she ripped her mouth out of Lysaras's side, spitting out the disgusting bits of fur and skin and flesh that stuck to her teeth. She brought her joined hands up to dislodge a bit of it, panting at the odd concentration of pain in her fingers and the continuing pricks of pain along her skin, when suddenly her arms moved in a way that they decidedly shouldn't have.

They briefly separated and twisted around behind her, pulling her shoulders back as they curled up and held against her back in an awkwardly painful position. She felt flashes of pain on her spine and forearms as thick metal rings appeared from nowhere, piercing the skin on either side of her spine but leaving that vital bone unaffected. Metal wires sprouted from the rings to connect to equally sudden metal rings through her forearms. Overall, it left her unable to move her arms out from behind her back, a remarkably awkward but not intensely painful binding once the shock of the piercings wore off.

She howled in a combination of pain and fury, her stomach doing things she knew would land her in trouble later, especially after Lysaras managed to vomit on the floor and it splashed on one of her furred thighs. Without arms to balance her, aim was awkward, but her opponent was in far worse shape and she glared hatefully at the woman before lunging forward to end this. Now fully visible and unable to move away, she made to tear out the woman's throat.

[Nathalia]

Lysaras could barely breathe. The feeling of half of her side being torn away in those tightly clenched teeth took her breath away. She watched as the far wall danced in and out of view. Anything, anything! She couldn't think above the harp music, and she stopped writhing, panting, as she realized.

In an incredibly odd way...it sounded kind of...

Nice.

The other woman reared over her bellowing with pain and rage, Lysaras couldn't remember about what she might be screaming. The music was devouring her, she could barely even feel the pain in comparison to this inability to think. It reminded her of her first time attending a concert with her mother, of Serafino, of her son...her George, of Vana. Vana loved music, especially when they had been able to just lay there together, listening.

Music was a good thing.

Her remaining eye closed as she let her head hit the floor, her teeth sinking into her tongue and causing a spray of blood to gush across the floor as something heavy plowed into her neck. She felt that. She was jerked horribly out of her half-aware state as the teeth latched into her jugular and then ripped upward and away.

She couldn't breathe. The former Queen of Spades lay in a horrible half-curled heap on the floor. Her nearly severed tongue stretched out as though it might touch, maybe capture the air all around it and manage to take it to the lungs. Her eye rolled wildly as she fought for breath, her fur and hair matted with blood as her paws scrabbled for purchase on the still shuddering floor. Blood and bile gushed from the hole and her mouth as her movements became feebler.

"I don't want! I don't! I- Help...mother..."

"Why...?"

Her body twitched for a few seconds after she had finally died, the back paws curling and uncurling in an awful fashion as the tail flopped. Her eye froze open and a gurgling rasp eeked its way out of her as she finally lay dead.

The Lady Lysaras was no more.

[The Jenn]

As the effects of the spells wore off, the stabbing but minor pains receding and the general sense of threat dying down, Donnie got to her feet laboriously and stood panting. She was covered in blood, most of it from Lysaras, and the taste of the woman's flesh lingered strongly in her mouth. She wanted to vomit. Very badly.

This thing on her back would have to be removed one way or another. Her arms were still hiked up behind her back, meaning that she couldn't just bend over or kneel properly without the threat of falling over. Spitting out some of the general nastiness from her mouth rather than swallowing - eugh! - she turned to the gawking people who still surrounded the great hall next to and behind some of the pillars. When no one made any move, she bared her bloody teeth and snarled. "Well?! One of you go and get me a fucking doctor!" Then she proceeded to bend over and vomit unceremoniously over the mess of the hall floor. There went the eggs, and the tea, and anything else that had decided to linger in her stomach for a second showing.

Surgery would be able to remove the bindings completely, but the fur would never grow back on the small circles of her back where the thick rings pierced flesh and muscle.

[Kiki]

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