[The images clear, leaving Octavia to fall back on to her ass, unable to keep the crouch after that spectacle. She sits there for what seems to her for a long while, head down, hair forming a curtain around her.
Eventually, she does raise her head. Her face is contorted into an amalgam of disgust, rage, and hatred, lips almost forming a snarl. In the back of her mind, she can't help but think it's been a while since she'd felt loathing this intense. The doll in her hand is clutched tighter and brought to her line of vision. The wolf should be able to see as well.
Octavia takes one of its arms in her free hand-- the one that was holding the leash-- before pulling as hard as she can. The tearing starts slowly, but quickly culminates into a loud, echoing rip sound, followed by silence.
She looks over to the only other being in the room, a dry, empty expression in place.]
I see what you mean now. Tear this bastard apart. [The dismembered arm is chucked aside before she hurls the doll back his way.]
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Eventually, she does raise her head. Her face is contorted into an amalgam of disgust, rage, and hatred, lips almost forming a snarl. In the back of her mind, she can't help but think it's been a while since she'd felt loathing this intense. The doll in her hand is clutched tighter and brought to her line of vision. The wolf should be able to see as well.
Octavia takes one of its arms in her free hand-- the one that was holding the leash-- before pulling as hard as she can. The tearing starts slowly, but quickly culminates into a loud, echoing rip sound, followed by silence.
She looks over to the only other being in the room, a dry, empty expression in place.]
I see what you mean now. Tear this bastard apart. [The dismembered arm is chucked aside before she hurls the doll back his way.]