———- Part A ——— Gleefully, Queen Mittens trots over to Lord Quintin's manor through a dirt path crossing the woods. A basket swinging as she does.
An unsettling giggle echos past her lips. She stopped for a moment. In her way was a frog. The frog was small and a dark green.
Queen Mittens didn't move or the frog would hop a way, out of her reach. Cleverly, she lets her claws slide out slowly before carefully setting the backer down.
In one swift motion, Queen Mittens captures the poor creature with her clawed nubs. The frog moved moments to late and frantically wiggled.
Queen Mittens slowly squeezed the frog for several minutes before it became mush. She happily pinched a leg and held the dripping, dead creature above her head.
Queen Mittens let the fluids drop onto her opening mouth. Blood and intestines slide down her serrated throat, like a smooth liquid as she slurped the limp yet warm corpse.
Once done with her soft snack on her way to a good friend, she picked up the basket and continued her walk. ——- Warning: Blood ———
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Queen Mittens reaches Lord Quintin's manor in time. She knocks on the door, getting a bit of blood on it.
Lord Quintin opens the door and finds the blood to be a pleasant addition to the decor.
He lets Queen Mittens in and takes the basket from her. She sits at a table with flowers at the center.
The flowers were wilted and somberly hanging on to life. Queen Mittens disregards the flowers struggle by casually throwing the whole vase through a large window in the tea room.
The glass shatters and Queen Mittens watch in fascination. Lord Quintin returns and is once again happily surprised by Queen Mittens' impeccable manners and etiquette.
Lord Quintin sets the plate holding the tea on the table Queen Mittens sits at, then he walks over the shards of glass- the feeling of the sharp piece are a wonderfully numbing sensation as the saggy, wrinkled skin of back nubs tear.
His back nub's padding is revealed from under the sliced tissue and puddles of blood trailing behind him.
Lord Quintin opens the rest of the windows let in the warm air.
