cute yandere animals

Freya is queen.

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~Whitney~

- Seems normal enough when you’re around her. However, when you’re out alone, she’ll watch/stalk you from afar, just so that you don’t get into any trouble.

- Like Freya, she enjoys the cold weather. She’ll make sure you’re nice and bundled up when you go out.

- She’s leniant about other people talking to you but she will keep a close eye on them. If they step out of line, she’ll bite!

~Audie~

- This wolf will openly speak about how much love she has for you. How happy you make her and how you belong to her.

- She’ll boast and brag to others about how perfect you are as a person and a lover, and will make sure to emphasize that you are not up for grabs.

- Audie will not have a moments rest of showering you with constant love and affection, and will put you in the cutest clothing she has for you.

- Will literally bark and growl at anyone that gets a little too close to you. Heck, even her own reflection.

~Skye~

- Pretty obsessive and manipulative towards you.

- If you’re ever at her place, (which is often), she’ll come up with every excuse in the book to keep you in her home. Even too the point of guilt tripping if you try to stand your ground.

- If you end up spending the night with her, you better get comfy. ‘Cause leaving the bed is not allowed without her explicit permission.

- God forbid if anyone lays just the tiniest of fingers on you, Skye will holler at them on the spot. Then, scold you for not being careful enough around others, which is pretty embarassing out in public.

~Vivian~

- Probably the meanest and strictest out of the bunch.

- Talks down to you. Make you feel stupid. Won’t let you speak unless spoken too.

- Though, she’ll give you enough love and attention to make you not hate her.

- Like she’ll say something very harsh that’ll make you tear up and then she’ll switch to being gentle, nice, and comforting you. And will always say that whatever she does is just out of “love” for you.

(you don't have to do this if you don't want to!!)

Eyyy, thank you for the complement! ^w^

While I’m not too familiar with Benjamin, I’ll try my best for the doggo!

!YANDERE BENJAMIN HEADCANONS

Benjamin is a drifter. Usually. Always going to different parts around the world. Stay in a place for a month or so, see the beauty and scenery of it, and then he’s back out on the road.

When he falls in love with you, however, he just might stay in your town for a lot longer than he normally would.

He loves anything to do with food, nature, and anything geography related. If you ever so mention anything of these topics to him then get ready to have your ear talked off about it. It’s just hobbies he’s very passionate about.

Though, now that he’s met you, he’s got a new passion. To be with you.

He loves to share snacks with you and while not normally giddy about flowers, if you hand him one, he will cherish it forever.

He adores watching you plant and terraform your town and will never be short of compliments of your work. Everything you do is just perfect to him.

While he’s normally a “live and let live” type of dog, he can’t help but feel bothered seeing other villagers talking to you. ESPECIALLY the ones that may be sweet-talking you a little too much.

You were his in his eyes and while he would usually never hurt a fly, he wouldn’t mind having a little “talk” with these other people.

If he does go out and kill any “stealers” of you, he’ll never harm them directly. He’ll instead lock them in a cold, damp cell and starve them to death. What irony of Benjamin being a cook and not feeding his “guests”!

Don’t worry. With you, he will always make sure you’re properly fell fed. Always asking “Are you hungry?”. 

He hides those radical feels most of the time around you; under his laid-back personality. He wants you to see him as innocent as possible.

He really likes the idea of just snuggling up to you while you were fast alseep and if you fell ill, he’ll be sure to cook you up something to make you feel better.

After a while, he would become very close to you. A little… to close. 

He would most likely, one day, decide that it was time to “step up” a little bit with you. By that, I mean he would forcefully take you away and have you travel the world with him.

On one bright, sunny day on your island, you were called to assist one of the townsfolk there. None other than Ankha has requested your services into helping her with rearranging her backyard. She wants you to dig up a hole in her yard and place one of her sarcophaguses she has displayed on stone-tablet tables, into the hole to bury. Really to just say she has one buried and to also make room for more Egyptian-themed furniture. 

You accept her favor not because of an incentive reason but just out of the kindness of your heart. You were always willing to help out with whatever you can with your neighbors. Even with people like Ankha who can be quite rude to you at times, given her snooty personality. You bare it, though. Hoping to eventually see a soft side of her underneath her outwardly, cold, blunt shell.  

So, there you are as you just finished digging up the hole she needed. Now time to transfer the tomb to its new home. You pick it up a little and start to slide it off the stone table. As soon as you slid it enough over the edge to let gravity take over, you realized that it was a little bit heavier than you expected. No biggie, though, you can handle it. You may not have as much strength like a jock villager but you were willing to try your hardest. You carefully guide the tomb off the table to place onto the ground. Challenging, given the material it’s made out of but you eventually and successfully place the gold, stony coffin safely on the ground. Now all that’s left is to get it in the hole. However, there was one little problem though... 

“What did you do?” 

“Hm?” You respond, wondering what the cat was talking about. 

“It’s ruined!” 

The pharaoh cat kneeled down to see that a piece of the marble trim at the foot end of the sarcophagus has been chipped off. Most likely due from letting that end fall onto the ground when you were trying to stand it up off from the table.  

Ankha fiddled with the broken piece for a minute, then looked up at you, giving a hostile glare.  

“YOU CHIPPED IT OFF!” She hollered. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THESE THINGS ARE, ME MEOW?! UGH!”  

You were stunned and taken aback by her sudden outburst. You start to take a few steps back from the raging cat. You felt sorry for what you did but at the same time, a little confused on why she’s making such a fuss over a small piece. It’s not like it was the end of the world!   

“Ankha, I’m sor-” 

“No, SHUT UP you idiot peasant! You were not careful and you clearly don’t know how to handle other people’s belongings! Don’t you have a brain?!” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit insulted. You didn’t mean to break it; you were just trying to help. She was the one overreacting. You try to remain calm and mature in the heat of the moment though. 

“I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!” 

“I DON’T CARE!” She yelled back. “All I asked of you was to dig and bury this tomb but you couldn’t even do something as simple as THAT right. You just HAD to screw it up! It was in perfect, pristine condition until you manhandled it like an ape. Honestly, me meow, I shouldn’t have entrusted someone as stupid as you to do this... it was perfectly fine and now it’s RUINED!” 

The cat screamed as she angrily threw the piece of chipped marble at you. Hitting your chest, it didn’t really hurt but the fact that she threw it at you like a child throwing a temper-tantrum was REALLY testing your patience. You start raise your tone by just a tad as you try to reason with her. 

“But it’s gonna be buried anyway! Who’s gonna see it and who’s gonna care seeing a little piece broken off?”  

Ankha, without any hesitation, slaps you across your face.  

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME LIKE THAT!” She hollered, disliking how you tried to stand your ground against her. She was never really one to settle losing an argument no matter how much of the wrong she was in. Most people despised her attitude and always tried to avoid as much confrontation with her as they can. And when they do find themselves at the end of her wrath, they would always back down. Giving up and just telling her she’s right no matter what the situation was. She got used to being told she was right, obviously. Used to getting her way without a challenge. But on the rare occasions her arguments were challenged; she was prone to resorting to a little violence to get her opponent back in line. Much like here... 

The slap from the rage-induced feline stung like hell and lingered on like a burn. You were shocked. Flabbergasted. Unable to even utter another word out of your mouth before the cat pointed outwards behind her.  

“Get out of here you peasant before you ruin any more of my precious belongings!”  

You remained silent as you reluctantly strolled out of her yard. You could hear her ranting to herself about you. About how much of an “idiot peasant” you are. As you walk away from her house, you cannot help but feel guilty about the whole thing. Even though you know it was just an honest mistake, you also knew that Ankha was a major drama queen. Always looking to make any small matter a big deal. You still were saddened that your recent interaction with her was quite sour and now will be an unwanted memory you were stuck with.  

You strolled around a bit. Head dangling in shame as you sat on a bench to think about what you have done. Not even two minutes alone with your thoughts, you hear a rather familiar voice calling you out of the blue.  

“Why, hello there, (Y/N).”   

Barely lifting your head up, you eyed to your left to see your new conversation partner. It, of course, was none other than Freya. The tall, pink wolfess who was always so delighted to see you. Anytime she caught a glimpse of you out in the world, she could not help but run up to you, hug you, and have a nice, little chat. She was someone you grew quite fondly of from your time on the island. Even though you could not help but be a little shy around her as she towered over your small body.  

Unfortunately, you were obviously not in the best of moods at that moment. You simply and sheepishly let out a small “Hello” before going back to self-loathing. 

Freya was quick to pick up on your current mood and sat down next to you. 

“Uff da, what’s wrong?” 

You steer your head away from her, not exactly wanting to speak of the recent and unpleasant experience you just had. But you knew you had to, especially with people like Freya. She was someone who liked looking out for you. Always wanting to know how you’re doing and feeling and if you had a problem, she would not leave you alone until you opened up. Of course, you appreciated her gesture of being someone you could confide with. Though, on occasions, the wolf can come across as overbearing and even a tad invasive.  

“I-it’s nothing...” 

Freya tutted. 

“No, no, it’s something, dear... tell me.” 

You sighed, feeling a little annoyed of being pestered to speak. You just wished to be alone right now but you knew full well that the wolfess would not let up.  

“Ankha yelled at me...” You began. “Because I accidently broke a small piece off from her sarcophagus that I was trying to move...” 

Freya was immediately struck with what she just heard. An audible but soft gasp escaped her mouth as you continued on.  

“She screamed at me... calling me ‘stupid’ and hitting me with that broken piece and slapping me.” 

“She did not!” Freya exclaimed, not wanting to believe what she’s being told. You turned your head towards her but still looked down to avoid eye contact while feebly nodding.  

“Aww...” Uttered the wolf as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder and held you close for comfort. You continue to explain the ordeal to her.  

“I was only trying to help...” 

“I know, uff da... I know...” Freya was gently caressing your cheek, the very one that has been assaulted by the Egyptian cat. “You didn’t do anything wrong, dear. Accidents happen. It’s okay...” 

“I know...” You respond, feeling a little comforted by the wolfess and her nourishing, Nordic voice. It was always good to have a shoulder to lean on. 

Freya continued. 

“You have to remember to not listen what Ankha says. You know she grew up being spoiled and materialistic. That’s why she’s always so rude and pretentious.” 

“Mhm...” Was the only reply you could respond with. It was not like Freya was entirely wrong. 

“And even so, uff da... she still has no right to talk to you like that. And if she’s going to treat you poorly for a little accident, then I suggest you just stay away from her. She’s not worth your time or energy. You are way too good for her. And if she keeps giving you problems, don’t hesitate to let me know because I’ll have a few things to say to that little witch...” 

You looked up at the wolfess with a faint smile. You genuinely started to feel better and became thankful for Freya always being there for you. 

“Thanks, Freya...”  

The wolf gave you a big embrace. 

“Anytime, uff da.”  

It was the best feeling for the wolf to make you feel better. There was always something about you that she could not help but to be drawn to. She liked you. A lot. And after befriending you and getting to know you, making sure that you were safe and happy were gradually becoming her main priorities as the days went by. And while she felt elated that she was able to make you smile after what you went through, on the inside, her blood was boiling. Seething with anger and disdain towards the cat. She never really cared for Ankha that much and, like most other folks, were turned off by her demeanor.  

Throughout the rest of the day, after you two had parted ways, the pink wolfess became more and more enraged. How could she talk to you like that? Was all that was running through her mind. Normally, Freya was rather stoic. Never letting her emotions get the best of her and always tried to maintain a level-head. Even when she would get upset, she would not lash out on others and instead would opt for healthier remedies like breathing exercise, writing down her thoughts, or picking up a book.   

However, this time was different. No amount of breathing or reading would settle the rage building up inside of her. The thought of her precious little friend being abused by such an unpleasant little cat was driving her over the edge. Freya could not help but feel extremely protective over you. Like a mother with her children. She could not stand the thought of someone who was always so nice and kind-hearted towards her and everyone else, being treated like dirt. You did not deserve it. You were so caring and thoughtful and most people knew that you did not have a single mean bone in your body. 

As the night fell and the wolfess was sat in her home, her thoughts would start to spiral out of control. She started talking out loud to herself. 

“How dare that little... she needs to be taught. She needs to learn. She needs to never bother them again... and I am going to make sure of that.” 

The following day came and went but Freya did not partake in it. Most of the villagers did not notice however, as Freya usually hangs out in solitude. She spent that day in her house... plotting. 

Night came. All the residents of the island have turned in. Not a peep was to be heard from anyone. It was peaceful just like any other night. Except one was still wide awake. Freya.  

After spending the whole day inside the wolf finally left her humble abode. Albeit at an ungodly hour in the night. She ventured off in the dark, sporting a rather unusual outfit. Instead of her normal green sweater, she wore a black, leather jacket with a black tank-top underneath and some black skinny jeans. She also had the jackets hood up, making it hard for any bystanders to recognize her from a distance. 

The wolf quietly went to another villager’s house and started knocking. As she stood outside, she would take a few glances at her surroundings. The resident of the home finally came and opened up. It was Ankha. She wore a simple black night gown and looked as though she she could barely keep her balance.  

“Ugh, Freya, what do you want?” The cat groaned. Irritated that her sleep was being interrupted for seemingly no reason. She almost just wanted to slam the door shut in the wolf’s face.   

“Don’t you know it’s three in the morning, me meow?” 

“My apologies but I’m here by request, uff da.” 

“Request? Request of what?” 

The wolfess grabbed for what seemed like a folded piece of paper from inside the jackets pocket. She remained silent and made a notion for Ankha to grab it. 

“What’s this?” The feline asked as she unfolded it to see it was some kind of hand-written letter. 

“An apology letter to you from (Y/N), for what they did the other day to your tomb. They felt awful about it and wanted to properly express their remorse. They sent me to deliver and they want you to read and sign it, accepting the apology.” 

Ankha rolled her eyes back at the mention of your name. 

“Couldn’t that idiot peasant do this during the day? Don’t they know that I have to get my much-needed beauty sleep at this time?” 

“They just ask for a signature; it’s not like you have to get dressed or anything.” 

She sighed and rolled her eyes again. “Let me go grab a pen...” She turned and strolled off in the darkness of her house for the utensil. Freya followed along, lowering her hood as she entered. 

The cat glanced back at her, annoyed that she’s entering in uninvited and had left her front door wide open. However, she was too tired to comment and just wanted to sign the letter, hand it back to her, and then go back to bed. 

“Oh, yeah, speaking of getting dressed, that is the trashiest outfit I’ve ever seen you wear.” 

Freya made no comment to Ankha’s snarky remark. She could not care less on how the cat viewed her fashion sense. 

“Good thing no one’s out to see you in that rugged get-up but don’t worry, me meow, I won’t tell anyone~”  

The pink canine smirked a little at her statement. No one was out to see her. No one was out to see both of them. They were completely alone and unbothered.  

Ankha acquired a pen that had been stashed away in a drawer beneath her counter. She then turned on a single lamp nearby to dimly light the room up, making her actually see what she was going to read. 

The feline skimmed the letter silently, gaining a malicious little smirk towards the end. 

“Well look at that...” She started. “Not only are they sorry but they’re willing to pay for the damages, too. That’s something I could get used to...” 

Freya had to hold herself back with every ounce of her being from clawing the cat’s face off. She felt disgusted that Ankha was immediately thinking of ways to exploit your kindness. That greedy little... 

The cat wrote down her signature and gave it back out to Freya.  

“There. Signed and apology accepted.” 

Freya smiled but her eyes narrowed in on the feline. 

“Thank you.” She responded. Grabbing the letter back while her other hand was busy rummaging around in the other pocket of her jacket. 

“Now, would you please leave-ACK!” 

The cat suddenly felt her entire upper body jolting and leaning forward. Her mind went blank, not being able to register on what had just transpired. Her right hand suddenly had to cover a spot near her stomach. Though, she was unable to. She looked down to see that the wolf had lodged a pocket knife right into her right abdomen. Ankha’s breath and body simultaneously went cold as she looked up at the towering wolfess who seemed to not be showing any signs of remorse on what she had just done. The cat’s eyes were fixated on her piercing, cold demeanor as her breath started to pick up in pacing. 

“Oh, I’ll leave, uff da... just as soon as I’m finished with this...” She growled in her tone as she tugged the knife in deeper. 

The feline shrieked at the motion and instinctively stumbled back a few feet the second Freya pulled the knife out. Her hand was now covering the wound that was just created, with blood leaking out between her yellow, furry fingers.  

“What...” Ankha huffed, finding it difficult to focus on speaking. “...what are you doing...?” 

Freya did not give a response and simply started to approach the now wounded feline. The murderous glare from her yellow eyes gave a fright in the cat as she backed up once more, holding out her left arm to keep the distance between her and the ferocious, furry wolfess.  

“Wait, wait, WAIT! Just wait-” 

Another shank to the cat, right above her previous gash. This one was far swifter than the last two, with the knife already pulled out before Ankha could process it.  

But as soon as reality caught up with her, the cat’s immediate decision was flight. She made a break for the wide-open front door. If she could just run outside and try to hide in the dark of night, or make a big enough commotion, she could wake someone else up and have them help her fend off the wolf.  

Not much more thought was put into whatever plan she wanted to execute before she bolted for the doorway. Freya, however, caught on in an instant and hastily pursued her. Unfortunately for Ankha, Freya was faster. Only a few feet from the outside world before the wolf caught up to her, pushed her to the floor, and slammed the front door shut and locked it. She then proceeded to take a key that was hanging from the wall right beside it, trapping the cat inside her own home. 

Even though the fall was on Ankha’s left side, the impact made the pain from her injured right-half shoot up. She still clung onto her wounds, with the blood now getting all over her egyptian-themed floor. Looking up, she could see her aggressor looming over with a taunting smirk on her face as she jangled her house keys.  

“Going somewhere?” Freya said mockingly before placing the key in her pocket. 

Ankha laid still frozen in fear.  

“W-why...?” She could feel how cold her breath got with every word she uttered. 

“Why a-are you doing thi-” 

The wolf kicked the pharaoh cat right in the stomach, not even letting her finish her question. Ankha fell on her front, having both of her arms wrapped around herself from the painful kick that she received. For a moment there, it numbed the pain from her stab wounds. Though, now she felt like she was ready throw up. 

“Because you’re a pest but before I go on... please excuse me for a moment.” 

Freya halted her aggression and walked over to the kitchen. She started rummaging through cabinets before finding a clean glass cup. Ankha looked up to see what her assailant was doing. A little confused on her current actions, another idea went off in her head that she needed to execute immediately as she now found herself caught in a “now or never” situation. Survival mode has kicked in. 

She painfully got up on her feet, feeling weak in the legs. She found her balance to be off a little, swaying back and forth before stabilizing.  She hastily retreated to her room while Freya was busy filling up the glass with water from her sink. Ankha remembered that her phone was on her bedside table and she needed it to call the police.   

The cat’s mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Part of her wanted to believe that this was just a dream and that she was still peacefully asleep in her bed. Though, her rational side suggested that it was mere wishful thinking.  

Ankha quickly snatched up her phone, not caring that she was getting it covered in her own blood. Her hands and her brain felt like they were having their own little seizure as it seemed like she was having a hard time navigating through her own device.  

Freya was chugging down her glass of water as Ankha finally got onto her keypad. The second she dialed “9”, a loud smash could be heard from the kitchen. This startled the cat, making her mess up on her next input on her phone. Her head spun around, not yet noticing her mistake as she stood frozen, knowing that Freya was the cause of that. Presumably breaking her glass and now she might be on her way to resume the assault.  

Ankha forced herself to snap out of her fear-based paralysis to continue dialing the rest of the number. Now seeing her error, she was losing precious seconds by deleting the unwanted number and replacing it with “1”.  

The cat finally managed to start an emergency call but not before hearing footsteps coming her way. Her phone rang twice and wished it had just picked up right away.  

Before the third ring, the cat felt a sharp pain penetrating the back of her shoulder. She howled as she bent forward a little. Her grip on her phone loosened and was swiftly snatched up by the wolf, who had now continued on her assault by stabbing once again. Ankha did not know if someone had now received her call since Freya hung it up and threw the device against the wall, breaking it.  

Ankha held her bloodied shoulder, knife still lodged in it. Seeing how all of her pacifistic attempts at escaping failed, she knew she was left with no choice but to try to fight back.  

Adrenaline fueled up in the felines body as she flung herself towards the wolf. She uttered an intense, harsh hiss as she started throwing her now claw-exposed hands at the wolf’s face. Successfully striking both of her cheeks, leaving behind bloodied claw marks.  

Freya, while a little stunned to see her victim fighting back so fiercely, quickly and stoically took back control. Catching both of her arms with her hands and tightening her grip. The cat shouted at her, struggling with all of her might but to no avail.  

Freya swiftly kneed her in the stomach before letting go of her wrists to deliver a single, south-pawed smack to the cat’s face, making her fall to the floor once again. Groaning from the blows she received; the cat once again admitted a howl from the knife getting violently pulled out of her shoulder-blade. She gripped her wound tightly, looking back she found that Freya is now pressing down on one of her legs with her foot. Preventing the feline from going anywhere at the moment.  

“Please... j-just tell me why...” 

“What’s happening is the consequences you’re getting from abusing someone’s precious little darling.” 

“Wha...what?” 

Ankha was genuinely confused at her statement. What on earth was Freya talking about? Darling? Was she on something or- 

Freya got off her leg and kneeled in front of the cat’s face. 

“You know...(Y/N)? The one you hollered, insulted, and hit, just because they broke a teeny-tiny piece off of a stupid tomb that’s, let’s face it, probably not even authentic. You’re a spoiled little brat who is a threat to what is mine. (Y/N) is mine and it’s my job to protect them from people like you.”  

She stood up and walked out of Ankha’s line of sight. 

“That’s why you’re gonna die tonight...” 

“Wait! No, no, NO, PLEASE!” 

Ankha lifted herself up a little in fright about her demise. Hearing those words, she could feel her heart ready to explode outside her chest. She almost felt like she as choking on air. Now she felt desperate. Ready to do whatever it takes to not get herself killed. 

“J-just... just...i-it’s okay... you don’t need to do this...” 

Freya narrowed her wolfy eyes, annoyed by the constant voice of wailing from the cat. It was becoming like a nails-on-chalkboard type of sound to her. 

“I’ll leave them alone! I won’t bother them, or-or ask them for anything... I won’t even look at them if you want!” 

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, uff da.” 

“N-no, no, please, I’ll leave! Look, I-I'll pack my things and move away, never to be seen again! Just, don’t kill me, please! I don’t wanna die!” 

Freya kept her disappointed glare down at the now sobbing cat.  

“Pitiful. Especially right before, you were so eager to exploit them for money.” 

“I was just joking! I just talk, okay? Y-you know me, I just talk and put on an act...” 

The wolf once again kneeled down in her face. 

“Yeah... I know, Ankha... you just talk and lie your way through life. Making everyone else do the work for you like some kind of slave-driver. Now, I’m gonna make sure that you won’t talk anymore...” 

Ignoring the feline’s plea’s to not go through with this, Freya stood herself up and got herself into a position to easily and repeatedly stab the cat’s backside.  

With the constant overstimulation of jabs, Ankha could not even bring herself to scream out in pain. She was only able to let out soft yelping sounds that only grew softer with each jab, signaling that her lifeforce was draining. 

It wasn’t long when Freya switched to those yellow and blue, twitchy legs of hers. She punctured half-a-dozen holes in each leg, making sure there was absolutely no way for the cat to have any capability of getting up and running. Though, Ankha could not even stand up if she tried. She laid there, helplessly. Coughing up her own blood while she let her tears run down her now half-red face. She could not even let out any kind of shrill scream or yelp that could be heard in the next room over. This is it... she thought to herself. She could not believe that this is how it ends, that it’s all because of something so miniscule. She was, whole-heartedly now, regretting her previous actions towards you. If she could just rewind, knowing the events that would transpire, she would have just acted like it was no big deal. 

Freya finished, standing up and huffing as she looked down and admired her work. Though, she was a little frustrated that the cat was still alive, however. Nevertheless, the wolf knew she had practically accomplished her goal. Even if she had just left right then and there, Ankha would still die from her injuries not long after. Freya was debating to herself to either go for the head and end it or just watch her bleed to death. While she stood there for a moment, contemplating, something caught her attention in her peripheral.  

Sat on the dresser across for the bed, there were a couple rolls of gauze bandages. Most likely used and practiced as mummy wrap by the pharaoh cat. A lightbulb went off in the wolf’s head as she made her way over the dresser to inspect it. Picking up a roll and stretching it out, the wolf liked how adhesive they felt. She turned her attention back to the almost-dead cat, still silently crying to herself. 

Freya went back to her, kneeling down as she lifted up her the cat’s feet and started to wrap them. 

“The least I can do for you is give you a burial that’s appropriate for you.” 

It did not take Ankha long to feel what was happening to her and what it. Her heart sank like a boulder as her blood ran cold. Her “burial” was clear as day and she was not about to be fond of it at all.  

With the tiny ounce of strength she had left, the cat squirmed her legs all around, trying her best to wiggle the wraps off or at least loosen them. She whined and pleaded and spoke about how against it she was to have this be done to her. 

Freya was not bothered by Ankha’s feeble resistance and merely held down her legs without much effort. 

“So fussy...” The wolf remarked.  

As the minutes went by which felt like hours to the feline, Freya had completely wrapped Ankha from the waist under. Now she was moving up to her torso. The cat could feel the bandages slowly moving up her body as she kept trying to resist.  

Soon after, the Scandinavian wolfess yanked both of Ankha’s arms down to her sides so that she could restrain them in the wraps. And the second that Ankha would resist that notion, Freya would yank them back to her sides again, each time more violently then the other, to the point where she almost pulled them out of her socket.  

The cat was more compliant to keep her arms down after that. Though, reluctantly.  

The wolfess soon managed to wrap her arms to the point where she did not even need to hold them down anymore. But of course, she was not stopping there. She continued on, mummifying the feline’s body and ignoring her pleas for resignation.  

When Freya moved onto her head, from the neck up, Ankha realized that in the next minute or so, her ability to speak might be taken away for good. If she was going to go then at least speak her mind. 

“You’re... y-you're going to Hell for this...!” 

Freya made no comment and simply kept wrapping. Only a couple layers away until it reaches her mouth. 

“I hope you suffer! I hope they arrest you and lock you away in the dark for the rest of your life! A-and if (Y/N) ever finds out about this, then you can be sure they’ll turn you in, in a heartbeat! They won’t ‘love’ you, anymore, me meow. They’ll want you dead, just like you with m- MMPPHHF!” 

“That’s a cute story, uff da. But now it’s time to lay you to rest.” 

Ankha kept uttering furious, muffled sounds at her while all of her head, say for one eye, was wrapped and mummified completely.  

Ankha was now fully trapped, unable to move any limbs. Freya lifted her up and slung her over her shoulder. She strolled out of the room and to the front door with the cat in tow. The wolf took the key out that she stole earlier to unlock it, peering her eyes out to see if any soul was out and about.  

Luckily for her, no sign of movement anywhere.  

The wolfess stepped outside in the darkness, closing the door and locking it again. She ventured into the squirming, softly sobbing cat’s backyard where she found the hole that you had dug up, still wide open and empty.  

“Looks like I’ll have to finish this project for you. Not surprised. You never worked a day in your life, I bet.” 

Ankha, while deafened a little from the bandage wraps, was caught a little baffled by what the wolf had said. Why would Freya care about that stuff now?  

Then, after a few seconds, realization hit her like a train. Again, the cat’s heart sank even deeper than before and she could swear that time had stopped for a brief moment in the midst of her conclusion. She was about to be buried alive!  

Adrenaline ran through her body once more as her struggles and muffled whining instantly became more desperate. Though, of course, no matter how much she fought, the wolf was stronger.  

Freya kept ahold her tightly as she flipped open the sarcophagus, the very one that had been chipped off, and promptly placed the frightened-to-death cat inside.  

Ankha’s breathing was short and shallow. Already having a hard time breathing as it is with her nose and mouth being covered. It was only made worse when she eyed her surroundings, knowing exactly where she is at and what was about to happen next. 

She looked up at the looming, menacing wolfess. So many feelings ran rampant towards her. Frighten, obviously. But also disappointed and a bit saddened at who she thought she was. Initially thought to be just a quiet, classy, and rational wolf lady who never bothered anyone, who is now turning out to be an unhinged, murderous werewolf who did not seem the slightest bit remorseful at taking the lives of others. 

There was shock, too, towards the wolf. And, of course, anger. Hatred. Disgust. Anything negative-feeling you could think of is what Ankha felt at this moment. If she had her strength back and was not trapped in the bindings of her own mummy wraps, she would be the one burying the pretty, pink wolf in the ground. 

Though, in reality with any situation, Freya would always overpower her small, feline body. 

Freya went and wrapped one final bandage around her exposed eye, covering it up and leaving the cat blind. She winced at the darkness forced upon her and her body writhed with fright before hearing the creaking and snapping of the tomb closing. 

Freya, annoying could still hear the faint but audible cries from within the tomb. She promptly started to slide the tomb over to the hole where she let it fall. 

The pain from all the stab wounds that the cat received resurfaced sharply the moment the impact was made from the sarcophagus.  

Without missing a beat, Freya got to work with a shovel at filling up the hole. She quietly started taking dirt from the mound that had built up and placed it back in the hole, stopping to look around for any spectators from time to time.  

Ahkha could barely hear the crumbles of dirt, hitting the stone marble material that she found herself trapped in. Every time she heard the dirt hitting the tomb, the more fear built up within in. Blind, restrained, and trapped beneath the surface, she knew full-well that this is where she’s going to rest for eternity. She wondered if anyone is going to find her body. Days? Months? Years? At all? She might turn to bones before that happens. Was her body ever going to see the light of day again? Is there anything after her soon-to-be-experienced death?  

While her mind was busy in its final moments, running at a million miles-per-hour, Freya had finished filling up the hole and smoothing out the surface. She huffed and wiped the sweat off her face. Glad that not only does she finally have some peace and quiet but now felt like she successfully removed a threatening thorn from your body.  

Freya tossed the shovel aside, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down and smirked maliciously at the now covered grave. Not caring anymore if Ankha was even still alive or not.  

“She’s gone, (Y/N) …" She whispered to herself.  

“You’re safe now... that Ankha is never going to be a bother again.” 

The wolfess turned around and walked out her backyard and towards her own house now. Now sprinkled with speckles of the late cat’s blood all over her. 

“Now I would do well with some laundry and a much-needed shower.”