The she-cat ducked, allowing the scythe to graze her face. She let out a small sigh, before aiming an attack at the other tribute's side. She wanted to draw this on as long as possible. So, it mildly annoyed her when the other tribute collapsed on the ground. Dakota tilted her head to the side, licking the excess, thick crimson liquid off of her muzzle. For the first time, the she-cat's pokerface broke. She felt her lips lift up as the realization washed over her. She had won. Her second kill in the arena. "Ah, what a pity. It's nothing personal." She hummed as she took the mask from them and whatever she thought might be useful in the future. No remorse. Just one less opponent. She was way better than all of them, anyways. So Dakota didn't need to waste her tears on those lowly insects. At least, that's what she told herself. The cat in front of them was still alive. Liriel. That was their name. Oh well. They were fatally wounded, and would probably run out of air soon. As she walked further away, a camera, hidden in a tree, caught her eye. "I promised a show, yes? I hope that watching many tributes suffocate and bleed out will entertain you tonight. Alas, I assure you that there is more to come." She flicked her tail, disappearing under the foliage, silently wishing that this wouldn't have messed up her fur. But her fur wasn't the only thing on her mind. dakota is my character liriel is by @fav_graywing, thank you for battling with me, they will be missed. rest in peace <3
