It had been quite a while since she'd gone out to the fields of battle in search of a spar, and this was her first time within the boneyard. The name seemed...fitting, and she could see why. There were bones here, old, new, piles, scattered...it was strange. Did wolves often die here? Or maybe they were bones of other creatures as well? The sights sent a chill down her spine, but being as old as she was, she had seen it all by now. Large frame moved across the field, amber gaze alert and peeled in the event someone tried to sneak up on her. It wouldn't be a first, and it would be her luck if Mercy decided to come out of hiding and tried to surprise attack her...again. Luckily for her, Tan was flying above her, the raptor almost disappeared in the light of the sun. If anything were to happen, she knew she could depend on her companion to warn her of anything. "Speech"

OOC: Hope it's ok if I join. Hoping to start getting points on Quill towards her fighting skill :)


Bones shifted upon bone, a satisfying sound to the woman's ears. She wondered on the story each one had to tell as eyes cast upon them for a moment. They settled upon a skull, mouth jarred open in a silent and old scream. I hope yours was particularly slow and painful. Grin split her maw as crania lowered and nudged the remains with the tip of her snout. Powerful frame rose upwards and limbs set forth in steady rhythm once more. Cerulean blues cast about lazily, taking the land in and committing the details to memory. Muscle clad frame seemed to belong among the bones and this was the only piece of land she had come across that seemed to fit her so far.

Nares flared with intrigue as she recognized the scents of blood and wolves, mingled together to create the pleasant aroma of war. One she had come to miss. How long had it been since she had been able to stretch her bodice in fight? How long had it been since she had felt flesh so tantalizing between her ivors and felt the instantly release of blood across her tongue. This seemed like the place to come if you were looking for a spar, that was certain.

A figure caught her attention though, pulling her back to the present. Maybe my prayers have been answered? Demoness purrs beneath the veil of her being as she changes course, proceeding openly in the direction of the stranger. The distance is hopefully closed without too much of a wait, her frame lax but the flame of challenge glinting silently behind blue illusions. "Looking for something?"

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It doesn't take long for someone to find her. Tan had dipped a bit lower, circling overhead. Avalon sees the shadow flashing before her each time, the silent signal that someone was approaching her. Looking around, she spots the female coming towards her as she slows her pace, fiery amber gaze watching. Waiting. When the woman stops closer, Avalon's ears flick at the strangers question. "I am, actually." She looks the new femme over, the woman obviously years younger than herself and a good bit shorter as well. She supposed it'd be good to try herself against a younger opponent, though it had been a while, she always did try to keep herself in prime shape. She was generally healthy, she was a warrior, after all, anything less would be no good. She didn't know what kind of woman stood before her, but Avalon generally didn't care unless they intentionally tried to threaten her or those she cared about. Still, this woman was but a stranger. "My name is Avalon, and yours?" ooc//sorry for such a short post T^T

The woman studies her and she returns the steady gaze, not bothering to size up her opponent. Her posture is bold, tail arched upon her back and head high upon her shoulders. Everything about her is confident and suggesting she had done this before. My name is Avalon, and yours? Audits come forward to accept her speech and she takes the woman’s façade to memory. She smells strongly of other wolves and she has now realized this will be the second pack wolf she has met here. Memory triggers harsh against her temples though. The other pack wolf she had met before was of the same pack as this woman. Sterling. Name springs to mind and she smirks inwardly in response as she remembers the nervous girl. Focus comes back to the woman though as breath slips across her lips. ”Quill.” Feminine lyrics curl outward like smoke, aiming to wind themselves around the stranger’s audits.


OOC: Mine was just as short. lol. I promise it will be longer once we get into it!