[Moving towards her in long strides, his hand gives a single and almost delicate jerk as his claws extend, nails sharping into deadly points. By the time she's begun to turn her head, most likely in response to his footsteps, he's already judged the distance, the length of his fangs and how deep he'll have to cut to keep her from crying out.
In the single instant her eyes meets his, he slashes. A single, straight cut across her throat.
It's a wasteful way to kill prey, he has to admit. So much blood will be lost in that initial gush but he needs to keep her from drawing attention with a scream. At this moment? That's all that's important.]
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In the single instant her eyes meets his, he slashes. A single, straight cut across her throat.
It's a wasteful way to kill prey, he has to admit. So much blood will be lost in that initial gush but he needs to keep her from drawing attention with a scream. At this moment? That's all that's important.]