Winter's Heat
Her frustrations about her missing mate were growing. Driving her to do things she normally wouldn't do...in this case, it was fighting. It helped her vent out the frustration that grew. Leaving the Orchard while her children slept. Her last born, the runt of the litter....was growing weaker by the day. She feared the inevitable would happen...but when that would be she didn't know. She tried her hardest, but her youngest child was falling. It frustrated her more, and subconsciously she was trying to suppress the stress and sorrow by channeling it through anger. She didn't understand how Newol could do this to her after all he said, after all they promised. But here she was, raising their children alone, and one dying.
Strolling into the range, a thick snowfall fell. Her large paws kept her from sinking, and a layer of snow was gathering on her fluffy pelt. Drawing closer to the structure that she had been to once when Seracia once stood here, she stopped several feet from its entrance. Her eyes threatened to spill tears, but she held them back as she threw back her head and called for someone to fight her. Her message was clear in what she sought, and whether she won or lost, at least she'd feel something besides the hurt she felt in her soul, no matter how temporary. |
Oh, what was this? Someone else who was looking for a little action? The pale woman let out a peel of laughter, raising to her paws and shaking off the snow that had settled on her coat. She pretty much blended into the landscape, and with a smirk, she tried to use this to her advantage. Seeing out the caller, she was careful to stay downwind from her, trying her best to stay silent as she crept through the snow. Mercy wasn't always about playing fair, and right now she was just eager to paint the snow red with blood. Her whole bodice trembled in anticipation, the fact that she was in heat right now did nothing to cure her blood lust. In fact, it almost made it worse. Fighting turned her on, and her body was already on fire. She didn't care about the fact that this woman was... well a woman. As long as she good some good bites in, it was as good as sex to her. Mercy attempted to come up behind Avalon, charging when there was about four feet between them. The pale woman tried to align herself with Avalon's rump, her shoulders rolling forward as she tried to slam right into her back side. Her left shoulder was aimed for Avalon's right side of her rump, her right shoulder aiming for the left side of Avalon's rump. Mercy was aiming for each shoulder to strike an equal distance apart from Avalon's tail. Mercy's purple eyes narrowed, her lips pulling into a snarl as her toes spread, nails biting into the frozen earth. Each leg was set an equal distance apart, each limb bent slightly. Hackles were raised as her tail rose to align with her spine, weight set evenly over all four legs. Mercy's chin tucked towards her chest as she tilted her head towards her own right, jaws parting and aiming for the base of Avalon's spine, two inches above the base of her tail. Her top jaw aimed for the left side of her spine, lower jaw aimed for the right side of her spine. Mercy tried to bite down as hard as she could, ears pinning to her skull as she tried to achieve a grip. Hopefully she applied enough pressure to the woman's spine to cause a lot of pain, but not hard enough to break it. After all, Valentine wouldn't be too pleased if she crippled is newest member. At the same time Mercy's left front leg rose, aiming to snake it forward and wrap her right wrist around Avalon's back right leg, right around her knee. In the same movement she tried to pull her own limb towards her chest, hoping to hook Avalon's right back leg and hug it against her own chest. The pale woman was hoping to keep Avalon's leg against her chest, keeping the woman off balance. Mercy's balance shifted towards her own right to keep herself balanced, and to make up for her tripod stance. There were no words spoken, for there was no need. She was only after one thing, blood. -------------------------- Mercy vs Avalon for Spar Round 1 of ? |
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.
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The day was growing colder, but her call would be met with a hidden opponent. At least, as far as she was unaware. She would look around, paws slowly churning the snow as she shifted a little to keep warm. She didn't know exactly who lived here yet, save for the few faces she saw at the challenge...but other then that, she knew no names. Everyone was a stranger to her, everyone was a shadow. It was only when she turned halfway to her left that she would catch the movement coming from behind. As Mercy charged at her, Avalon had no more then a second or two to brace herself, muscles going rigid and her eyes shutting tightly as Mercy slammed into her left side, her left shoulder and ribs taking most of the impact and leaving a little more then moderate bruising in its wake. As quickly as it happened, Avalon's muscles went rigid, her teeth baring as her eyes narrowed to open slits. Was this how Valentine's members fought? Playing dirty with no sense of honor? Her ears pinned to her skull, hackles rising along her spine. She bit back a cry of pain as Mercy's teeth bit down upon her left shoulder blade, a snarl ripping from her throat. Due to her having turned her body some way around, Mercy's paw would take hold of nothing more then air, leaving Avalon's legs free for movement.
Although she was nearly caught off guard and definitely caught by surprise, Avalon would quickly find her bearings and prepare herself. Her chin tucked over her throat, shoulders rolling forward to protect her neck while her scruff rolled to bunch around the back of her neck and shoulders. Her weight distributed evenly among her legs, toes spread and claws dug into the earth for traction. Her tail flagged out to lie level with her spine, knees bent slightly to allow her to ease into her movement. Avalon would twist her body to her left, towards Mercy. Rising slightly onto her hind legs, (weight redistributing for balance) her right foreleg aimed to drape around Mercy's left shoulder and her left foreleg aimed to hook around Mercy's left elbow in an attempt to push Mercy to the right while pulling the leg towards her in an attempt to unbalance the sneaky woman. Simultaneously, Avalon's jaws opened up, her head turning sharply and further to her left as she attempted to grip Mercy's top jaw in her own. Yellowed fangs sought to grab onto Mercy's top jaw, top fangs over the bridge of her muzzle and lower fangs aiming to wrap beneath Mercy's top jaw. She didn't aim to break it, but if this woman wanted to play dirty then Avalon would show she could do it too. Her aim was to get a hold and not let go, though her attempted bite wasn't bone crushed, she wanted to apply plenty of pressure as she tried to push Mercy to the ground.
Snow churned beneath the pair as they moved. She didn't know how brutal this fight would be, or if it would even get that bad, but she hardly knew anyone in this pack or the tactics they would use. Let alone how far low they would stoop to secure a win. Even so, Avalon would keep to her morals and her own tactics, the darker ones of this so called family would not drag her down that road...or so she hoped. Avalon versus Mercy for Spar Round/Move: 1/3 Defenses: Out Of Character Notes: Sorry for taking long, won't happen again D: |
MERCY vs AVALON for SPAR
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