Blood-lust And Feral Instincts | Melon

Change of plans?

Hauling the bleeding body of the female hybrid into the car was a monumental task for the lone Shishigumi member. Once the unconscious body of said hybrid was in the back seat of the car Melon ordered from the passenger seat that she have restraints put on, just in case she woke up. Reluctantly the lion obeyed orders and put the restraints around Y/N's wrists. "Um...boss...maybe would should bandage her up before she bleeds to death." Agata speaks up softly, his tail flickering nervously behind him as he stood in front of the window on the passenger side. The hybrid leader of the Shishigumi frowned at the young lion, reaching his arm out he points the gun Agata's head. The young lion takes a step back, his eyes widening in fear as Melon cocks back the gun.

"It takes two bullets to kill a hybrid, my lion friend. Maybe I should waste the second bullet on you instead, since you, Agata obviously think that you could tell me what to do with my prey." Melon says with a disgusted look on his face, clawed fingers itching to pull the trigger. "Now get in the fucking car, before I blow your head off." Without any further instructions Agata hops into the driver's seat and starts the car, driving quickly to the hideout. Upon arrival to the hideout Melon's excitement could be no longer contained as he quickly hoped out of the car before Agata could even park the car. The other lions of the gang gathered around the car. At once Melon shouted out an order for them to bring her inside before she woke up. As quickly as possible the group of male lions, aided by their boss, picked up the young female hybrid and carrying her to Melon's personal room.

"Strip her." Melon ordered with a grin, his hands rubbing together, in an attempt to not touch himself while the lions were still in the room. Having done this many times before with their own prey, Miguel, Dope and Sabu make quick work of her clothing. Melon shoves them aside to get a better look at her naked body. Parts of her fur are matted with blood that slowly pours out of the bullet wound in her chest, nipples perked up slightly from the cold room. The position of her legs as she lay on the sofa gave Melon a clear view of her bare sex. "Leave." Melon says with a growl and the lions leave with haste, not sure of what their boss was doing yet still not wanting to find out.

"Time to have some fun." The leopard gazelle hybrid says to himself as he begins to untie her. Taking the restraints that once held the female, he begins to tie himself up. He was going to be her prey.