lips soft like silk, tongue sharp like knives ❣ open , injury

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Belladonna had taken a short hunting trip for an afternoon snack, her senses heightened and her eyes sharpened. Raising her nose to search for another piece of prey to carry home, the scent of blood panged in the back of her throat, and her eyes snapped wide. Quietly following the way to the scent, she slowly, but surely, came across Mary Lou, with a knife in her throat and blood seeping from her paw... she didn't... cut herself, did she? "Woah there, Mary," she mewed softly, trying not to alert the puppy, not knowing what had happened, "You uh, you alright?"

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[align=center][sub]MARY LOU[/sub]

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[align=left][sub]Surrounded by a dense collection of trees the golden pup continued to walk at a slowed pace, her heavy paws thudding against the course grass blades. Mary had felt agitated as of late, a sense of boredom had settled in her stomach and it irritated her greatly; she yearned to go out, to explore this vast environment of which she was still so unused to. Each plant was unknown to her, she took delight in experiencing the delicate smells of the flowers, the course texture of the leaves; all while taking in the sounds of chirping birds from high up in the trees. Mary walked as though she was in a daze, her head spun from all the new sensations, it was a feeling similar to a headache with the adrenaline of a high. Tail wagging the young canine couldn't help but let excitement take over. There were so many things to see and smell and see and smell and see !... Her paw erupted with a sharp pain, making Mary yelp so loudly the noise continued to echo after leaving the pup's lips.

She looked down to see crimson red blood begin to ooze out an opened wound, her paw pad split open and stinging painfully. But what had cut her? Grimacing in the pain, Mary's attention fell onto a sharpened blade, the knife was small but had delicate gold embellishments that decorated the steel. The flat edge sparkled in the rays of sunlight, making the golden retriever's eyes glisten with excitement, although her paw continued to sting- the pain of which was truly unbearable, this petite weapon delighted Mary. She had never seen something like this before, while the knife appeared to be so delicate, just by the looks of her paw there was no doubt it was truly deadly. A combination which made the canine's heart jump with joy. Lowering herself, she picked up the knife in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the cool handle, unsure of how she was going to get back to camp with a busted paw pad.

(( Simplified ❣ : Mary wanders out of camp and steps on a knife. So one of her front paws is now bleeding (the actual paw pad is cut), but out of fondness for the knife Mary has picked it up to bring home. ))[/sub]