A fragile peace, shattered in an instant as the viper struck. She burst forth from the shadows that had cradled her like a mother, plunging with merciless precision upon those unsuspecting lives, wrenching their mother from them in a single, brutal motion. Held fast between the viper’s cold, threatening white daggers—tight enough to deny flight, yet not enough to pierce flesh or break her neck. A cruel, sadistic trap from which the poor lagomorph mother writhed to escape, struggling with all the desperation of one who refuses to surrender to her fate.

Garance—the viper—was forced to maintain her hold, paws pressed to the frail body of her captive, claws digging in, her grip unwavering. Not far off, the aid she called for.

I need an assistant! Would you be so kind as to lend a hand? Her voice was sweet, almost melodic, her angelic smile at odds with the grim tableau unfolding before her. It was as if a macabre play were being staged beneath the lilting song of a young maiden. A delicious dissonance Garance delighted in.