&& THE RUSSIAN GRIM REAPER

Moonlight shimmered across the swaying field of grass that shifted so delicately in the whisper of an evening summer breeze.  Karabela rested atop a bounder, golden eyes shimmering bright and eerie in the light of the full moon, her ebony coat nearly melting into the darkness if it weren't for the stains of white and blood red earth that accented her pelt.  The evening was warm and pleasant… an excellent night for spilling blood.

Stretching in slow, practiced movements the behemoth of a beast descended from her perch and set out on a quest for a little rough-and-tumble fun.  The night air seemed to throb around the young warrior, the earth beneath her paws hummed with the possibility of once again sharpening her fangs in the arts with which she'd been brought up.  Her body moved with sinewy elegance, slowing to a stop only when her piercing golden gaze fell on an older, black-pelted femme.  A more experienced opponent perhaps?  Well, she'd see about that.  She watched the other woman for a moment, taking in the smaller woman's movements, the shifts and ripples in her body.

Karabela moved to approach the woman ivory cheshire grin on her face. "Hello there, enjoying the evening?  I don't suppose you'd care for a little physical violence?" The answer of course would be yes regardless of the other woman's vocalizations but Raba thought it polite to ask anyway.

"Speech"