Culling of Perfection
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Walking into the cavernous underground deep red eyes glowing with a deep flame sweep the room before her, there are tables spread around piled high with cash and random papers. Her eyes cut to the tvs before turning back to the occupants, shifters of all sorts along with other paranormal’s move from bar to tables; hovering around a sunken ring lined with ceiling high cage wiring. Closing her eyes for a moment she inhales deeply, her senses pushing past the scents of lust and stale beer; cigarette smoke mixed in with a number of other drugs. Hidden deep under all that is the metallic tang of blood and fear mixed with sweat and rage, the heady intoxicating scent makes her shudder in anticipation as her lips curl into a twisted smirk. Unable to hold back she opens her mouth allowing her canines  to break through her gums making her groan, the stale humid air hitting wet enamel making her groan and her eyes flutter. Sensing the approach of someone her eyes snap open and land on the leggy leopard shifter who approaches her.

To any who didn’t know her seeing a “girl” who stands at less than four foot ten feet tall and hardly looking like a threat in such an environment they would assume she was a trafficked druggie sent into the proverbial den of snakes for others amusement. But the leopardess knew better and stood a few feet away not saying anything as Raeni looked her over, lifting her hand and dismissing the woman after nodding she turned her attention to the room again; moving between the tables with the ease of one who knew where everything was despite the assumed blindness due to the mask over her face. Black leather straps crossed over her eyes seemingly obscuring her vision, dry flecking blood clinging to the material leaving only her lips and now protruding canines showing. As she passed the bar she stopped for a moment and took the drink that was handed to her before continuing down the stairs to where the real entertainment awaited.

Once the leopardess had switched things around it didn’t take long for the announcer to move to the middle of the ring, bouncing with obvious excitement. Rolling her eyes she finished the drink and handed it off to the Komodo dragon shifter who stood near her, taking the black duffle bag from him she opened it and sat on the couch beginning her warmup and prep mode. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” the announcer begins, “We have a real treat for you tonight. Brutus Leonidas will be taking on the ever illusive, the savage and unforgiving….Moonstruck!” As her moniker was called a chorus of gasps, boos and even screams of delight filled the area surrounding the pit. Raeni had found these fighting rings not longer after her return home from…well there. And ever since she had been occasionally frequenting a select few, soon making a name for herself. Her ferocity and quite feral nature made her a crowd favorite and the fact that compared to most of her opponents she looked like a porcelain doll that would break with a single hit made her even more notorious. “Place your bets ladies and gentlemen…this is going to be a screamer”

Raeni ignored the uproar from people scrambling to place last minute bets, all the while she wrapped her fingers and hands in black tape and partially shifted so that her torso was covered in a fine smarting of black fur which was tipped red in some spots and white in others. Flexing her fingers she unsheathed the black pointed points that served as her claws and stood unbuckling the straps around her chest that had served as her breast band. As she walks down the steps her opponent shifts revealing a larger than normal lion, he seems to think his “enhanced” bulk is going to help him even though it makes him even taller than he already was in his human form. Stopping a few feet from him she cocks her head to the side, he must be blitzed out of his mind if he doesn’t realize his size means nothing to her but alas that will be his own undoing. As the ref goes over the rules Raeni instead listens to the crowd a small smirk on her face; a lot of these idiots don’t even know her and the ones that have seen her before don’t know her true nature and  that is because she had kept her full form a guarded secret inside of these rings and she only ever shifts enough to give the impression of some kind of canine.

The male tries and fails to get her in his grasp, using her size and agility to her advantage she simply avoids him seemingly unphased by his antics. It is as if a child is playing tag with a kitten, yawning as if she had all the time in the world she side stepped the brute again snickering when he rammed into the concrete wall; Playtime was over…and she never played fair. Shaking his head the male stands before shifting into a half shift sneering at her with his malformed face “Don’t worry little girl I won’t kill you…but when your pinned under me you will wish you were dead” he said laughing as he cups his crotch in a disgusting display causing her to suddenly stand eerily still. Her mind goes blank as she is taken back to her imprisonment, the threat that caused her emergence makes her hands clench at her side. Without a word and within a blink of an eye she is across the ring slamming him into the ground with her claws digging into his throat causing his blood to gush around her.

“The last male who threatened to rape me found out just how bad of an idea that is, time for you to learn” she hissed as he swipes at her side leaving bloody furrows in her flesh. Jumping off him and back she crouches low watching as he staggers to his feet, his neck is already healing due to their kinds healing abilities but that doesn’t deter her. Shooting across the ring again before he can take another step or utter another dirty word she takes him back to the ground “I was going to let you limp out of here, but you crossed the line..” she whispered to him before her face morphed. Opening her mouth she let out a glass shattering howl before she clamped her teeth around his head squeezing just right to make him scream like a little bitch, for a moment her eyes meet with the Komodo who still stands in her box; his nod unnoticed to the masses before she twists and yanks. His head rips from his neck with an audible snap before she tosses it to the side. Standing her mind comes back from the spiral it went down and the silence around her is almost deafening, Blood drips down her face into the fur of her chest. The announcer, finally picking his jaw off the damn floor, comes running into the ring to declare her victory but she pushes past him heading back to her seat. The crowd finally gets the memo that the fight is over and while she can feel the angry glares from what seems to be the dead lions pride mates she could care less.

As she sits the Komodo hands her a fresh drink before walking into the ring picking up the dead lions head walking back to her “Send it back to his father….maybe piss on it first. Its not worthy of being in my collection” she tells him absentmindedly as the leopardess from before appears with two large gorilla shifters flanking her “My Lady, your winnings” she says motioning to the men who proceed to place what seem like hat boxes in front of her. Leaning forward she flicks open each case revealing not only stacks of cash but a few flawless gems, nodding she closes the boxes leaning back again sipping her drink “Have the cash added to my account and the gems put in my safety deposit box I will deal with the rest later” she mutters laying out along the couch just as the Komodo returns snarling at he others too close to his charge. The thrill of fresh blood on her fur and another soul swirling down her gullet leaves her tired and perfectly content to sleep, even this deep in such a dangerous place.

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