[ Ava's grip on Jon's arm is like a vise. Her growl is a rattle close to his ear as she leans in close, her eyes drawn to the smear of viscera on his lips. She looks deeply into his eyes until she can see the sharpened focus of fear. Quietly, she rumbles: ]
Get. Away. From. Me.
[ And with that grip, she shoves Jon towards the lift as she rounds on the surgeon himself, who looks like he might die of terror just by looking at her. With a smooth movement, with the grace of an acrobat or a dancer, Ava leaps upon the man backs him into the wall. She clings to him like a spider and sinks her teeth into his throat. He barely has time to shout before he's lost to the intensity and bliss of her bite, and the scream becomes a curdled, whimpered moan as he sinks down onto the floor with her still attached. ]
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Date: 2019-09-15 03:55 am (UTC)Get. Away. From. Me.
[ And with that grip, she shoves Jon towards the lift as she rounds on the surgeon himself, who looks like he might die of terror just by looking at her. With a smooth movement, with the grace of an acrobat or a dancer, Ava leaps upon the man backs him into the wall. She clings to him like a spider and sinks her teeth into his throat. He barely has time to shout before he's lost to the intensity and bliss of her bite, and the scream becomes a curdled, whimpered moan as he sinks down onto the floor with her still attached. ]