Shayera awoke with a groan, not even bothering to open her shining emerald eyes, she knew where she was, who she was, and what had happened the night before; typically the three best things to have situated on a normal basis, especially when getting drunk. Her throat was hoarse, dehydration tended to provide such an effect; through further regain of consciousness, she found that her body was stiff and cold. When her limbs made the automatic action to stretch above her head and shudder in tune with her wings, they were held in place. She couldn't move as she desired and quickly grew agitated with this fact, needing to stretch to some degree for her wings to refrain from being stiff. With a grunt she slumped precariously in an uncomfortable upright position, scrunching her face up in anger; a new feeling seeped into her head as the fell into the realization that there was something hard stuck to her face. Her head began to throb as she twitched a curved eyebrow in the attempt to remember what had happened before consciousness slipped away from her. Wracking her brain she felt a muscle in her wing twitch uncontrollably, she ached and pulsated with the warm blood that flowed throughout her nearly motionless body. The breath hitched in her chest when she looked cautiously around her, getting the lay of the land and investigating her surroundings further, she came upon the realization that she was completely naked. Fists clenched so tightly that long Thanagarian claws would have pierced through her flesh, had she not possessed skin tougher than that of an Arlaxean Hound. She grit her teeth in anger and yelled out in rage, wanting to tear out the throat of whoever had the audacity to put her in such a position. Laughter echoed through the large room as she fought against the shackles binding her wrists and holding her against a cold metal wall. "Coward! Show me your face so I can mount it on my fucking wall!" Her blood boiled inside her veins and she wanted nothing more than to rip them to shreds. "Where are you?!" She screamed.
"Right here." She heard a whisper echo from her right and her head instinctively turned in that direction. As her head turned, the left side of her exposed neck was licked by something; her head whipped back around to the other side in the attempt of catching sight of the captor. When her shining emerald eyes flitted back and forth in the black rafters above, she felt something cold and hard being wrapped around her neck as her crimson hair was being held out of the way. The collar that entrapped her pale throat tightened instantly, barely leaving enough room for her to swallow. "Or maybe I'm here, darling." Shayera turned to see a woman covered in golden fur and long, luxurious, red hair.
"Cheetah." The Thanagarian exhaled, the name sliding from her lips like venom; it was as though the very word was bitter in her mouth.
"Yes, Shayera, its me." She thrust her arms out on either side of her body, displaying herself to the other redhead. "Sorry about the collar but I had to be sure that you wouldn't be able to get out of your restraints when I'm not watching you."
"What do you want, Barbara?" Hawkgirl's voice dripped with malice as she turned hard emerald eyes on the woman standing above her.
"What do I want? I want to make the precious Amazonian Princess suffer and leap back into my arms in tears at the destruction of your relationship." She examined her long black claws absentmindedly, but smiled broadly when her emerald eyes flitted over to the bound Thanagarian.
Shayera fought intensely against her restraints, screaming incessantly in pure and utter rage; all she could think to do was tear the throat out of the feline felon in front of her. "Leave Diana alone." The words were poison dripping from her bloodied lips, the blood that poured from her open wounds tasted bitter and filthy against the lips that revealed bared teeth.
Cheetah leaned into the face of the Thanagarian, breathing heavily in her face, "I'll do whatever it takes to fuck that Princess again, I will have her."
"No!" Shayera screamed, forcing her way through the restraints until she felt them fall off, before lunging at the woman who threatened the happiness of her relationship with Diana. She was prepared to kill what stood between her and the love of her life. She leapt from the ground, with a feral roar and talons extended, to slaughter the feline in front of her, but she found that she was held back by the collar Cheetah had attached. Growling low in her throat she clawed at it, if she'd had a few moments left to work on the infernal thing, she was sure that it would he in a pile on the ground. However, Cheetah pushed her arms up against the metal wall behind her; their lips met and Shayera remembered that she was completely naked save for the collar making it difficult for her to breathe. Her wings wrapped around her body while Cheetah's sandy tongue entered her mouth, outraged by what the other woman was trying to do the Thanagarian warrior bit hard into the feline's lip. Blood rushed to meet the chained redhead and she flashed a bloody smile as the other woman jumped back with a yelp of pain. A laugh jumped from Shayera's throat and she found it extremely difficult to stop when the cat hissed at her and slashed across her face; her shoulders shook with laughter even as she felt blood pour from the wound that stopped just above her eye. Cheetah began pouting but her eyes went wide and she held her breath when the winged beauty stopped laughing and turned her face up to look at her captor, shining emerald eyes shone hard in the light and her voice did not waver when she spoke. "I'm going to get out of this, and then I'm going to kill you."