Teeth pierced into the Pink's delicate neck, their jagged edge ripping through his jugular. The large winged beast released a low, thrumming growl, delighted in the taste of blood. Of course it did, that's what Eris created it for. Nothing new to the renowned Carver of Beasts. Golds across the solar system bought her services for hunting, collecting, and intimidating purposes.
However, her ego never dulled the disappointment she felt to see her creations used for vain and morbid leisure. While her creatures were made by her hands, they were still living beings with purposes in life, and to see them chained and used wounded her wild heart. But she could never oppress the Golds by declining their requests. That could mean certain death, or worse things.
Her winged lion-like monster dropped the small Pink from its jaws, bending to lap up the blood. The Gold beside her chuckled.
"Well, Eris, I'm glad you live up to your prime reputation." The tall, proper man mused, looking down at her with those golden eyes. She quickly looked away, knowing better than to keep prolonged eye contact with a Gold.
"Yes...I am happy you are satisfied with your purchase. I will inform your staff on my- your creature's care requirements." The correction was distasteful on her tongue.
Her pointed ears twitched at the sound of the beast popping the Pink's shoulder from its socket, tearing the arm away while holding the body down with its massive paws.
"Yes, yes." The Gold waved her off, suddenly ignorant that her creation was anything more than a dangerous luxury, "The credits have been sent to your account, Carver."
"I will take my leave then. " Eris bowed her head, her hair slacking around her implanted horns, "Enjoy your purchase."
"Oh, I will. Gorydamn time I spoil myself with a pet." His eyes drifted her way, staring at her animalistic form through his silky, golden bangs, "I'm sure you aren't on the table, oh wild Eris?"
Eris' eyes locked with his, her slitted pupils nearly drowned by a bright, lavender iris. Her tongue flickered across her sharpened canines, a habit of stress. Reminded her that she had the fangs of a tiger, therefore she could summon the bravery of one.
"You know that I have too many Golden interests that would be very upset if you took me away." she gestured to her creation with her clawed hand. The lion was watching, staring directly at the Gold, its wings half spread as if ready for flight. "You have that to keep your interest. Imprint it quickly, or it won't act so tame."
Distraught crossed his face only for a second before he regained composure. Golds always acted so when given orders or advice from lowColors.