Bestial Huntress

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I'm Jessica, and this blog is gonna be full of all kinda of things. As you can see for the way I've edited my blog, it's a little morbid. So expect some gore and violence kinds of things. Read the...

My muse with a pet

"Oh? What's this?" Nidalee spoke out, watching a scrawny house cat weaving it's self through her legs - tail curling around her calves. She stood in the midst of the Institute, now almost frantically looking around for an owner. She didn't tend to have much to do with house cats, since they were so much different to pussies such as herself, but she couldn't help and scoop the ill looking kitten into her arms and give it a brief nuzzle. House cat or not, it was upsetting to see an animal akin to her own kind so emaciated. 

After having waltzed around the Institute with the cat wrapped up in her arms in attempt to find it's owner, the word had been spread, but there was little more that could have been done. With that in mind, Nidalee had carted the cat back to her own room and was currently getting down to feeding it - having cooked a batch of cod for both her and it. What cats couldn't resist fish? "Here, you have this.." The Huntress purred, setting a dish before the famished feline. Ears twitched and head slowly turned, listening to the familiar footfalls of her friendly Summoner. 

My muse dying in their bed

The time had finally come, eh? If only I had said all the things I wanted to and seen all the things I wanted to when it counted. In the end, I was just as useless as I was back then. I couldn't save my parents and now I can't even manage to save myself. Selfish! Leaving the only family I have left... What have I done? 

Those were the dying thoughts of the Huntress as she laid in her Institute quarters, unmoving. Her eyes were half lidded, sweat crystallising on her face and all over her tawny, torn up body. All she could feel was guilt and shame. She was leaving her family when they needed her most. Who else could protect them from Rengar's wrath? If she didn't survive, the only jungle dwellers willing to take her in would die. It's all my fault. 

Her death was coming slowly, first draining her of all energy or adrenalin. Second, her muscles began to freeze so she was unable to move. Third, her organs were shutting down, making the once easy task of breathing an impossible task. Blood crusted over the deep gas that went from one side of her stomach to the other. It hurt, but not nearly as much as that haunting negativity that trapped her in this shameful mindset that she simply had never done enough. 

My muse in bed with someone else

Nidalee had previously admitted to being unfaithful with none other than the busty baker that was Morgana, but the situation between herself and Vi was still very much complicated. They still had to live with each other for a while longer, until the coast was clear enough for them to totally separate. Both were going through an awkward and upsetting patch, Vi had turned to going out and venting her anger on the hunters that chased them, whereas Nidalee spent all of the time feeling sorry for herself with Morgana - hoping everything would simply disappear. Even now. 

The Huntress and her Angel were in one of the bunks at their temporary home. Both were loud, making it unmistakable for what exactly was going on. In honesty, Nidalee hadn't expected Vi to return home so soon. She assumed she was on one of her violence and drinking rampages in town, but she could have been more wrong. With a sudden crash, her previous partner had burst in. No doubt hearing the lewd callings they both gave. Cheeks flushed heavily, and an uncomfortable lump instantly formed in her throat, making it impossible to speak or reason. 

"Get out, Morgana." She managed to choke, so very obviously scared of what was to come now that she had actually been caught in the act. 

"No, I don't want Vi to hur--" 

The Huntress tilted her head to the side, gazing at her partner in mostly confusion. She really didn't know who had come up with the idea that stroking a cat's undercarriage meant certain death, but it was far from true. For her family at least. For her, it was actually one of her most desired spots to be rubbed, but she never thought of herself as a cat that followed the norm. After a few seconds of observing the female, Nidalee coughed up a brief laugh and added a shake of her head. "You're very serious about getting to know all of my soft spots aren't you, precious?" Cooed the cougar, promptly changing her form to accept the challenge. 

OutofClaws: I don't understand how it works, or how someone wins. I've decided for my 100 give away, I'll do something like art, or a fancy name thing. Since there is no way in England that I can get those little League skins vouchers. (Plus the fact I kinda have no money at the minute). So yeah, we'll see! I'm open to suggestions for what I should do for this give away too if you have any ideas.