CHARGER!

Given my ability to change others' sizes, my explosive temper, and an enjoyment of Left 4 Dead 2, Ahastar came up with this animation combining all the above. This is just another example of why you do not mess with a minidrake.

Here's a version without the music track.

Nanoraptor crush (art by Ahastar)

Ahastar really should know better than to piss off a dragon who can control the size of those around hir. But, alas, the raptor found himself shrunk to the size of dust and crushed beneath the paws of a two-inch-tall dragon...

Murder on the Dancefloor (art by Ahastar)

Ahastar just had to challenge me to a game of DDR. He then tried to win by cheating, so I had to put him in his place.

Another Day, Another Dollar

Perhaps the best story anyone's written for me to date. It even hits on all of my kinks! A lovely gift by Lucidrasilver.


...Shira yawned and stretched out on hir bed as light streamed in across hir eyes, rousing hir from a deep, restorative slumber. Another day, another dollar, shi thought to hirself. Unlike most, though, a wide smirk was spread across hir face with this in mind.
The miniscule dragoness considered recalling some prior experiences to paw off to, but figured shi could hold out until later. Shi was already late for hir job, but knew that it wouldn't really matter. Nobody minded if shi was late, just as long as shi showed up. Sliding out of bed and into some casual streetwear for the sake of decency, shi headed on out. Hir mind briefly considered the emptiness in hir belly, but experience had taught hir that shi'd be more than full quite soon.

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Shira fluttered up onto the desk in the lobby of the club shi worked at, panting a bit from the flight as shi folded hir wings against hir back. As usual, the wolf stationed behind the counter didn't see hir arrive, so shi walked over to the little bell and hopped on top of the metal button, jumping a few times to make it ring.
The wolf looked up from her paperwork, her eyes looking around for a moment before turning down to look at the tiny creature trying to get her attention. She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm telling you, we need walkie-talkies." She leaned down, almost resting her lower jaw on the desk. "How're you today, tiny?"
Shira laughed and hopped off of the bell, padding over and giving her nose a friendly hug, wings stretching out to hold the sides of her muzzle. After a moment, shi stepped back and replied by shouting out to the exponentially larger wolfess, "Same as every work day! Yourself!?!"
The wolfess stood up after listening to Shira and reached for a file, opening it and browsing over it's contents. "Oh, I'm alright. Nothing new, unfortunately. Your client is waiting in the guest lobby. Go on in to room seven and strip, I'll make sure your cloths get back to your place tonight."
Shira waved up to her in confirmation, figuring she wouldn't hear any verbal reply, then unfolded hir wings and launched hirself into the air, heading towards the specially built entrance for hir in the larger conventional door of room seven.

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The dragoness paced around in the bedroom nervously. Part of it was hir good acting, part of it was genuine nerves. It was always hard to know how these things went. Hir long tail swished through the air in long arcs, both pondering and remembering all the various things that could and have happened in here before...
The door to the guest lobby opened, letting bright light into the formerly dim room, the dragoness only able to make out a massive figure as it enterd, blocking out the light from beyond before the door close again. As hir eyes readjusted, shi looked once more.
Even at hir size, shi could tell that this male was very tall by typical standards. His broad shoulders were draped in a plain black shirt, just tight enough to hint at his muscular form. His dark blue jeans likewise illustrated his firm thighs and calves, ending just above his bare feet, covered in a bit of dirt and muck. He must have come from outside the city where the recent rainy weather would have softened the ground enough to make that sort of thick mud.
His bright blue eyes quickly locked on the colorful dragoness contrasting against the pitch black carpeting. Many of the features of the room were, in fact, designed for the sorts of things that would be needed to enjoy hir as well as any of the normal sized clientele. Shi was a special feature, after all, and brought in a good bit of money all by hirself for such rare services rendered.
He kept his eyes on hir as he stripped his shirt away, exposing his powerful chest, covered predominantly with gold scales with dark red ones wrapping around his sides and back. The dragon tossed it into a near corner and opened up his jeans, taking a step closer to Shira. Hir eyes stared up with fear, not afraid of being stepped on, but at the massive golden cock that floped out of the front of his pants the moment he opened it enough to free it. Soon after, his heavy balls were revealed to hir as he slid the pants down. The heavy sac bounced against his thighs as he kicked the pants back with his shirt into a careless pile.
He fell forward with a massive thud that made Shira's legs shake with the tremor, landing on his hands and knees. His neck arched in the air high above, bringing his nose a few scant inches above hir. His smoothly scaled lips were parted slightly in a predatory grin, letting hir see his viciously sharp teeth locked together firmly just beyond. He spoke in a deep rumbling whisper, hot air flowing over hir naked body, the rancid scent of decaying meat on his breath from previous meals... "Hello again, Shira. I think it's been too long since we last got together. We'll have to make up for lost time."
Shira's fearful composure subsided marginally and shi stretched out a hand, lightly touching the dragons lips. "Hello, Lou. I guess that means that you've got something special you want." Shi and him were friends outside of work so he would partake of hir services occasionally. They could, of course, do such on any of hir days off, but there was a more real element of power in purchasing hir without hir knowledge. Lou knew that Shira was consenting, and shi knew that he would stop if shi ever really wanted him to, but they both thoroughly enjoyed the power play and the very real damage that was done.
He didn't bother to reply, simply scooping hir up in his tight, rough palm, causing hir to squeak and struggle a bit. Even if shi did enjoy it, it was still a little painful and hard to breath. He laid himself down on his stomach atop the bed and tossed hir almost carelessly behind himself. Shi first hit the upturned underside of his heel and continued to roll down his deeply carved arch, finally coming to a stop in the up curve of his toe arches, completely covered in the sticky black muck and having to struggle to pull hir limbs out of it. He could feel hir struggles, so he clenched his toes, making them wrap around hir and trap hir among the filth for a few seconds before letting them rest again. "If you couldn't tell, I took a nice, long run today and I need to have my feet cleaned. Oh, and you can only use your hips and face to push it away, just like always."
With no way to protest, and no will to, Shira went to work. Shi crawled through the mess up onto one of his broad toes, moving to the tip so that shi could work backwards and not mess up what shi had already cleared. Shi buried hir muzzle into the mess and pushed, making it break up and fall off with a bit of effort, revealing the stained red underside of his toe, covered in winding swirls and lines. Knowing that shi hand to clean those out as well, shi dipped hir muzzle down again, shuddering as hir tongue curled into the ridge and scooped out the gritty mess, tasting surprisingly heavily of his musty and salty foot sweat. To make hir task that much faster, shi began to thrust and grind hir hips against his toe, pushing off clumps of gritty stuff while smearing it around hir groin, the rough stroking against hir genital slits forcing physical arousal upon hir.
After ten minutes or so, he turned and reached back, grabbing hir tail between his thumb and forefingers and pulled hir into the air so he could examine hir as shi thrashed and yelped out, even his light careful pinching too tight for hir comfort. "You pathetic little slut, that got you hard? Ugh, and look at yourself, you're a damn mess. Well, I guess I'll just have to clean you off."
Shira started to cry out and struggle frantically, knowing fully the ways he could cleanse hir. He slid off of the bed, not even bothering to check hir cleaning progress, and landed on the floor, sitting on his knees. He set hir down on the carpeting, though he kept a good hold of the end of hir tail. His other hand moved up above hir, wrapping around his semi hard shaft and pumping it to fullness, the golden flesh jerking firmly and dripping large drops of clear, musky smelling pre cum to the ground quite close to Shira. Shi tried to scramble away as hir eyes fixed on the underside of his gargantuan malehood, many times hir own size and weight, but the grip on hir tail only allowed hir to move back until it tightened painfully between hir body and his unyeilding fingers.
Using his grip on himself, he angled his pointed tip downward, the slit pointing right at the tiny dragoness, cowering in fear as shi heard him sigh out high above. The slit spread wider for a moment before a rush of fluid as golden as his skin and scales flowed out in a slight arc, the little stream easily knocking Shira back against the carpet and pinning hir down, forced to be doused in his acrid piss, making the mud splatter and flow off of hir sides along with the urine. The stench filled hir nostrils, stinging them with the powerful scent, but the liquid soon flowed in as well, making hir nose burn and hir head spin. Even worse was the taste that seeped between hir lips despite hir attempts to keep them sealed, salty and acidic and vile, obviously having planned to give hir his worst.
Shi was forced to lay spread out helplessly on the floor, the stream that was mild to him being a torrent to hir. He continued to relieve himself for about half a minute before finishing with one last spurt, brutally slamming against Shira's exposed belly and knocking the air out of hir lungs, forcing hir to gasp for hir breath, the horribly strong stink making hir throat and lungs burn with irritation. Even hir scales started to grow sore from being exposed to his piss, more acidic to hir small, weak form.
He let out another contented sigh as he watched hir sputter, eyes quickly finding the penis jutting up from hir hips, the exposed skin feeling like it was on fire as urine driped down it and between hir legs. "Mmmm, that's my good little dragoness. You love being covered in my piss, don't you? It's so much more valuable than a weak, horny little slut like you, after all. It's an honor."
Had shi the breath to reply, shi might have. Without it, though, shi merely sputtered and coughed, trying to rid hir airways of that pain. He did allow hir some time to rest and recover from the battering. As shi began to recover hir senses, though, shi realized that he was busy at work on hir next torture, whimpering pathetically in fear at another flood as his hand jerked up and down his cock swiftly, little droplets of pre getting thrown around hir as he kept his pisshole aimed right at hir. Helplessly worn, shi could only watch and listen as he pleasured himself, easily picking out all the hints of the coming torrent, the roiling of his heavy balls as they pulled up closer to his body, the heavy throbbing of his prick in his own hand, the growing slickness coating his fingers, his groans and panting from the sky far above.
Letting out a loud moan he finally reached release, his blazing hot and sticky semen hitting hir in a powerful burst, gobs splattering off around hir. So forceful was the impact that shi could actually hear one of hir ribs crack, the rest strained to the point of almost snapping, making hir scream out in pain. While the piss that damaged hir body was washed away by this new flooding, it's made hir very sensitive, the white hot spunk scalding hir scales and flesh alike. At least the musky scent replaced that of the urine that had been there, allowing hir now damaged lungs to inhale without burning.
The next burst wasn't quite so hard, having some cushioning in the form of the first shot between the micro and the jetting semen. It quickly spread out to cover hir entire body and easily slid into hir willing muzzle, gulping the salty, musky cum, if only to help wash away the remaining taste of piss.
Covered in jism, it was hard for Shira to tell exactly when Lou's climax ebbed away, though he definitely let hir rest in the little pool on the carpet for a short while, his spunk seeping under every scale and completley covering hir form. Eventually, though, he reached down and plucked hir up by the tail again. This time, though, the poor thing didn't have enough energy to do anything but dangle helplessly and whimper in fear, knowing that he would not be done with hir just yet.
He raised hir in front of his face, making sure shi could watch his lips and teeth move while he spoke. "Mmm, despite being such a little thing, I do believe you'd make a tasty little snack now...ah, but I think you'd be a bit crunchy for my tastes. Don't worry, I know how to fix that."
He set hir down on the wooden table set beside the bed with surprising care for all that he'd done thus far, and for what he would do. He made sure to lay hir on hir back, forcing hir to look up as he moved closer, his still hard cock hanging in the air above hir, throbbing lightly with his heartbeat. Shi could clearly see all the details as he held there for a short while, all the thick veins and lines that created the texture of his massive shaft, as well as the huge ridge that ran along the underside into the pointed tip.
His hand came down and he wrapped a finger and thumb around the base of his shaft, giving it a few flicks above hir, and shi started to struggle weakly as shi realized what he was going to do to hir. With a frightened squeak, the dragoness watched as he flicked his cock upward, then jerked it back downward, slamming down with a loud thump against the solid wood around and under hir. As his tip bounced up, hir body was broken, most bones having snapped under the powerful impact, blue blood splattered amid his white cum, the combination making a film that stuck to the underside of his member and the table, forming long strands between them.
Shira tried to scream and thrash in utter agony as much of hir body was pulverized, but found that shi could not. Biologically speaking, shi was instantly killed when his flesh had come down upon hir, but shi still felt it, felt most of hir guts liquefied, hir brains seeping out of hir ears and nose, hir blood flowing out from every orifice and wound. But shi couldn't so much as close hir ruptured eyes.
Lou lifted up his messy handiwork once more, dangling the morsel by the tail, and grinned savagely. "Ahh, I think that will work." He tilted his head back and opened his jaws wide. Through damaged vision, Shira could see his golden tongue curling eagerly in his mouth, strands of saliva stretching between his teeth, lips pulled back even farther than his jaws, able to look right down past his uvula into his throat. Shi could watch as a strand of sticky cum, streaked with blue, stretched down from hir body and snapped off, landing near the back of his tongue and sliding deeper.
He let go of hir soon after, letting hir feel warm air rushing over hir body before his teeth snapped, cleanly cutting hir body in two just above hir hips, hir innards spilling out as hir front half tumbled down, bouncing against his tongue a few times before hitting the back of his throat. Surrounded by darkness, shi could feel his heated throat open up around hir, then clench on either side, pushing hir downward with smooth muscular contractions, the soft gullet stroking against hir body along the trip.
The heat grew around hir before shi was finally released into the chamber of his stomach, landing with a splash in his acids. They quickly flooded over and into hir carcass, the fourth and final soaking that he would subject hir to. Today, at least. Shira could feel the acid doing it's work on hir body, corroding hir ripped flesh and shattered bones, quickly leaving hir body little more than a bluish stain in the soup of chemicals. Shi finally lost all sense of self as hir body was broken down into fundamental elements within the dragon's belly, slipping into the familiar unknown...

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...Shira yawned and stretched out on hir bed as light streamed in across hir eyes, rousing hir from a deep, restorative slumber. Another day, another dollar, shi thought to hirself. Unlike most, though, a wide smirk was spread across hir face with this in mind.

McD's Crush (art by Sij)

Bye bye McDee's.

Sersar #03 - Recollection

"When the enchanter came back in, I could tell something was different right away. I'd dismissed it as just being groggy or still under the effects of that dream, but now that someone else was staring, I knew it was not just my imagination. 'You... are... smaller...' he stuttered, confirming what I felt. I stood up and walked towards him... where yesterday he only came up to my chest, today I was just below eye-level for him. He apparently had quite a gift for understatement.

"After he shook off that initial shock, he invited me to sit down at his table. He looked nervous, and eager for me to get the heck out of there, but steeled his nerves enough to at least talk. I had, apparently, been cursed the day that giant - literally - came through our village. That curse, apparently, had given me some kind of resurrecting power... if I died, I'd return to life at the next dawn, exactly as I was at sunrise the day before. I glanced behind me at my broken wingstumps... it had been a sunrise since then; not even that power could bring them back now.

"That's when I asked him about the shrinking...He looked me over for a moment, then shook his head. He said that was something different, unrelated to this, that he couldn't fully explain. 'It will be explained when it needs to be,' he said. Yeah, real comforting, buddy. I'd sooner just believe I've gone insane than get told some sort of screwed up riddle like that. At least the curse thing made sense, or else I'd have discounted him as being insane himself.

"So, how I had to wonder what to do next. Far as I knew, I was cursed, shrinking for no reason, had no true purpose left in my life, and had no way at all of ending that life. Great. At least the enchanter fed me before sending me on my way, giving me a full stomach and an overfilled mind. I had more thoughts in my head that day than there were stars in the sky. I took a short walk around the village, but I saw nothing else I could do to offer anyone, as everybody seemed to be doing perfectly fine on their own. Nobody needs a fallen dragon...

"Once I left the village, I started walking faster, soon breaking into a run to get away. I didn't know why I had to get away from there, but I did. I couldn't stay a part of civilized society, not after I'd failed completely, then seen just how useless I'd become. I kept going, ignoring the feeling of lead in my legs, weight strapped to my back... if I died from exhaustion, I didn't care, not that it would make a difference in how I was living. If I did die, I'd just 'wake up' at dawn thanks to the godforsaken curse and start running again. Big deal.

"I kept going, several miles in that one direction along the trail, though it soon faded into the forest, apparently long-forgotten and never maintained. Finally, away from everyone. Away from everything. I was sure I could find enogh food and water to survive around here, and some kind of shelter... yeah, it would work. It had to. It just had to...

"That's when I heard some twigs snapping a few yards away. I looked around quickly for some hiding place, but the only way I had to hide was getting up into the trees, and none of the branches were low enough for me to reach; even the lowest were twice as high as I was tall. So I just stood and waited, figuring that any escape would just make things worse for me.

"I braced myself, preparing for the worst... it was only a deer walking by, though, though the deer stood perhaps a foot taller than I did, maybe two... it was unusually large, I remember, even though I knew I hadn't gotten any smaller. Getting all worked up over one deer... I took a few deep breaths, trying to relax myself. Slowly, I started to look around, taking note of where some things are, and wandering around to find others. By the end of the afternoon, I'd found a source of water, several kinds of fruits, and a cave system I could use for cover in bad weather.

"However, for my first night out, I didn't want to be completely out in the open, so I walked up to the caves, and slipped into one of the smaller ones, hoping at least that nothing would be able to fit inside with me. After a day of running and exploring, I think I needed about six seconds to fall asleep, if that. Sure enough, the dream came back to me again, and the titan was larger than ever... wait, this time, he was growing steadily larger even in the dream this time. I loved it... I wanted him even larger... and I got it.

"This time, however, I looked around, seeing the village again, in the distance... I started running towards it, even as he stomped it into nothingness with the same cruelly calculated precision he did before. I did manage to get to the city before he finished it off this time, and he paused to look down at me, considering... I remember hoping he would do something to me, even if just to give me a show... I watched, wide-eyed as he took his erect shaft in his paw and aimed right at me, showering me with his hot, gold urine again, knocking me to the ground and soaking me with it, forcing my muzzle open with the pressure.

"I was forced to the bottom by the pressure, yet - for better or worse - I came back to the surface before drowning, coughing and gasping for air. I could just barely move, and every movement I did make was hard, through the stinging liquid around me... the giant kept going even with me effectively pinned in place, stroking himself faster as fewer and fewer buildings remained... he walked away, to the far part of the village, leaving me only to watch as he loomed larger once approaching again, his feet crushing down even more heavily as he grew. Every time he crushed one building, my gaze shifted to the next one in his path, just to see it crumble.

"Soon, once again, I was the only one left of the village. He roared out as he climaxed, aiming right at me once again, coating me with his thick, white seed, near-drowning me once again, though his overpowering male scent alone nearly could have left me unconscious. The giant crouched over me, moving the tip of his shaft closer to me... I could have nearly fit inside, with how much he had grown. He clocked me out with a claw, though, and dropped me onto the dry ground outside where the village was."

The dragon pauses for a moment, berathing rather heavily... he looks down between his legs and blushes deeply. "I don't think I need to say that I was enjoying it now, do I? There was just something about the way he could casually destroy buildings we spent years creating in a matter of minutes, something in the way he crushed out lives or people as I would an insect... I've long since given up on trying to explain that appeal, but I know it's there. I know I like it. And I'll truly be damned if I'll give up one of the few things left that I can like. I just never thought I would ask for it like that, even in a dream.

"I silently begged him for something to give me release, any show of his power on me and me alone. He obliged when he placed his foot on me, though without with any real weight behind it, just pinning me squarely against the ground. Then he started to roll me about, some of the blood from those he crushed rubbing off onto my scales, as if painting me with the guilt. Slowly, he started to press down, grinding me against the earth as I was rubbed out, my bones creaking with pressure before they started to give way, one snapping, then another... then a sound like someone stepping on ice and I blanked out again.

"When I came around, in the morning, I knew it was just a dream, though the scent of male still lingered in my memory. I mrrred as I thought about the dream, then stood up... then paused when I realized there hadn't been room for me to do more than crawl around in there last night. I reached up for the ceiling, but it was out of reach. However, I thought I heard voices outside, so I started running for the entrance of the cave, hoping for answers once again."

Stress Relief (art by Zed)

Zed always seems to have run-ins with dragons. Since he's so angry at the species, he's now taking out his rage on a smaller member of the species, soon to flatten hir underpaw...

Attack III

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

Altair scanned the ground below for another victim to toy with. The past two had been fun, yes, but shi wanted more, something a bit larger perhaps... "Perfect..." shi said in a low growl, catching sight of another silver on the ground below, curled up on a small hill. This one was larger, though still just under an inch in Altair's scale. It was the perfect size for what shi had in mind now.

Shi took to the air, gliding in slowly, silently, like the most efficient predator would stalk prey, but this tiny one would be good for more than nourishment. This was going to be another bit of fun. The silver was too stunned to move, having hoped to escape by leaving the city; now that shi'd been spotted, it was just pointless to run, from what shi'd seen. Even if shi had been thinking, shi probably wouldn't have even wasted the energy trying to get away, knowing it would have to be conserved to help keep hir alive for whatever horrors the towering form flying overhead had in mind.

It was a long few moments before Altair landed, not-so-gently placing one toe atop the smaller herm, pinning hir to the ground. The silvery wriggled, pinned on its back, forced to look at the form towering overhead, the form seeming almost unending. Well, I've had two sex-toys already, but I'm going to give you something different..." Altair said, attempting to sound innocent yet mischievous, but the grin on hir muzzle gave away something. Shi pressed down a little harder, hir scales scratching roughly at the silver. "You're going to stay at my feet for as long as you survive. Somehow, I doubt you're going to have a long lifespan..."

The screech of terror that came from below went unheard as Altair started to twist hir paw back and forth, the rough earth scraping some scales clean off of the silver. Altair knew just how much pressure to apply without causing any permanent damage - no, shi wasn't going to kill the silver yet - as that would have ended the fun far too soon. It wasn't too long before the silver had been ground far enough into the soft dirt and small rocks that shi would be pinned there regardless of what Altair did.

Altair realized that as well, and pulled hir foot away slowly, looking down at the silver, crouching over the little one for a moment. "You better get a good look now, because this is the last time you're ever going to see another dragon." The silver shivered a bit once the reality of those words set in: this was the last time shi was going anywhere at all. Altair's foot lifted up into the sky again and started to come down, agonizingly slowly, the moments seeming to last an eternity.

In that moment of sheer, ungodly panic, the silver's senses started working overtime, taking every detail of what was happening. Altair's form glistened slightly in the sunlight, which reflected off of hir scales, save for the shadow-hidden underside of hir foot. The scent of the paw wafted towards the tiny one, taking up most of hir sense of smell, yet the dirt around hir added its scent, and the faint hint of a herm-dragoness's arousal also filled the air; the miniscule silver shivered as shi thought how this was comparatively gentle compared to what the others had received.

Hir thoughts were interrupted as Altair's foot finally reached hir, but settled down lightly, only pressing far enough down to block out all the light. Shi started moving hir foot back and forth, slowly, as if using the silver as some twisted kind of doormat. Despite how shi was pinned, the silver slid back and forth along and in the ground, suffering harsher scrapes and bruises this time, while hir mind started to float from a mild concussion.

Altair kept on for a few minutes, then suddenly leaped into the air, aiming with hir other foot right for the herm pinned on the ground below. Another pathetic cry went up, the silver fearing yet welcoming the end, but Altair's wings snapped out just in time to slow hir fall to nothing more than a feather's touch. A feather that weighed several hundred thousand tons. The same happened under the other foot; the silver could feel the dirt wedging under what scales were still intact, as well as hir organs being compressed within hir, as Altair was not being careful much longer. The weight and pressure began to build, and the silver screeched again as a rib finally gave way, then another...

Just before the herm passed out from suffering too many broken bones, Altair stopped. Shi didn't have to look down; shi could quite easily feel the damage shi had caused just by pressing down slightly with hir foot again. The tiny one underpaw could do nothing more than just pray to the gods that it would end soon, sobbing slightly, yet trying to remain silent, hoping Altair would mistake hir for dead. But no, this was still not over yet. Altair pressed down hard and dragged hir foot along the ground, taking the silver with it. Hir foot slowly slid back along the mangled, compressed form, with the ball of hir foot pressing into the silver's neck, then one of hir massive toes, before a single toeclaw pressed against the throat.

"Do you give up yet?" Altair said, chuckling coldly from above as the tiny tear-streaked muzzle was revealed again, not that shi cared about the tiny one's feelings. The silver wasn't sure what to do again, but Altair applied just a bit of pressure, hir claw scraping at the scales again. With a meep, the silver nodded rapidly, hoping this was hir way to escape. "Then I'll just end your misery..." Altair said, before quickly applying all of hir weight onto hir foot, the pressure instantly turning the bones into mere pulp, leaving the silver in agony for a brief moment before hir toeclaw went through the throat.

"Another satisfying playtime," Altair said, wiping hir foot a bit on the ground before walking away, leaving the mangled remains, and again going to search for another toy...