The lion suddenly lunged forwards put his hands on her woolly shoulders, pinning her in place and making Bellwether squirm and fight against him. “get your hands off me or I’ll sue you to pieces” she kicked out in a cry that betrayed the fear she was trying to hide, but the lion simply chuckled and look right at her. Before licking his lips in a mocking, slow manner... “oh no my dear, it's time to deal with you in the way that you deserve. It took quite a bit of wrangling to make the prison warden agree with this plan but there's no other way to deal with a mastermind like you, if I let you go you'll simply escape and cause even more havoc. And of course there is some personal enjoyment wrapped up in this for me, revenge is just so sweet.” the lion let go of one shoulder and reached behind him for the suitcase, Bellwether wondering what exactly his plan was although she had a good idea, and the item that he took confirmed her worst fears. “a night howler dart, one of yours I believe, call this barbaric or proving you right or whatever you want, I prefer to think of it as poetic justice.”
And with that Lionheart shoved the dart into the side of his neck with a yelp from both him and the sheep, who took the chance to throw his huge pawed hand to the side and run for the door, kicking at it as the mayor convulsed and grunted behind her, “let me out! He's gonna eat me!” But no response came “you can't do this....” she turned back around to see Lionheart shredding his expensive suit into shreds and falling onto all fours. Bellwether had seen this happen with test subjects but she'd never been this close, able to smell the feral scent suddenly lingering in the air as Lionheart's fur got more frazzled and his back muscles more pronounced, if she'd had a frame of reference the sheep would of realised he looked exactly like a feral lion would in the wild plains of Africa. Large, imposing and devilishly hungry, a true king of the jungle ready to devour anything in its path.
He advanced on her position, Bellwether's woolly form quivering and searching around for anything she could use to stop this ravenous beast....the suitcase! She jumped forward and grabbed the heavy contraption before slamming it at his heavy head, the lion putting his paw up to stop her and scratching the suitcase in two with his monstrous claws. Bellwether could only look silently at the remnants of the weapon in her hand, the mayor's files and pens flying to fill up practically every corner of the cell as he sat there panting, angry at what his feral mind saw as a direct attack. No predator liked it when his prey fought back and Lionheart, albeit briefly, considered fleeing but then he remembered that the sheep had nothing else up her sleeve. She was completely vulnerable now and terrified of the massive, hungry beast beginning to prowl around her.
As he moved closer and closer the feral began to salivate and quietly sniffed the air around Bellwether, her smell full of fear and uncertainty. “hrrrr, tasty...” Lionheart growled and grabbed the wriggling sheep by the shoulders again, this time opening his maw as he did and directing her towards the pink flesh it was hiding. She tried to wriggle away and cried out for the guards still standing outside to come in and save her but there was nothing that they or Bellwether could do to prevent her fate. Lionheart was taking his time too, letting his tongue curl out and lick across the sheep's cheek to taste the muttony flavour of her tender flesh, his smelly breath washing over her and letting her know that his last meal consisted of some sort of fish. It must have been a while ago, if he was planning on swallowing her whole... “stop!” that last thought made Bellwether renew her struggles “you can't eat me, I'm. Not. Food.”
