At the beginning of her trek over to the oasis she never imagined she would bump into a familiar face, one that she would soon grow to despise. Never did she think their encounter would include some mild tension or jealousy, let alone a verbal fight. After all, she was Varda - she never thought such thoughts. But this, what was this? How had it come to this, this escalated fury? Both of them didn't bother concealing their inner thoughts anymore, instead spitting the raw rivalry against each other. This wasn't how the well-mannered Varda behaved, not the Varda who she had thought herself to be. Had her impulses taken ahold of her reasoning yet again?
Her bicoloured gaze widened with surprise as the woman retaliated with her own raging shouts, telling her to stay away from him. Anger ravaged beneath her ivory pelt and raised hackles bristled, just like when her home had been invaded by the vikings. She had fought that day, and though she hadn't emerged victorious, she had tasted the blood of her filthy opponent. She could do it again, tackle the ebony woman to the ground and snap at her face. Why, maybe then she'd be quiet. How dare she infuriate her so much. How dare she tell her what to do, tell her who to see. How could she dare think about taking Miksa away from her? Lies! Lies! All lies! She didn't even want to hear them! She just wanted to tear those lips right off her bloody face! "Shut up!" she screeched over the other woman's venomous words, lips curling into a snarl.
** fight starts here **
Naturally, a defensive stance fell over her body, and this time she greeted it with open arms. Limbs were planted an even distance apart, weight evenly distributed, abdominal muscles tightened, shoulders rolled forward, hackles raised, head lowered, legs bent at the joint, eyes narrowed, lips curled into a snarl and ears folded back. The adrenaline was pounding in her veins, making her muscles tense and screaming at her to fight. Her mind didn't control her anymore; only wild, chaotic impulses. This wasn't Varda. "Just shut up!" And with that, she would attempt to close the distance between them in a swift lunge, approaching Esarosa's right flank side-on. (ref here) Without hesitation, she would attempt to ram her left shoulder blade into the the other woman's right shoulder blade with as much power and force, hoping to inflict bruising and disrupt balance. Simultaneously, her chin would tilt downwards as she attempted to grab a hold of her opponent's scruff with her canines, and at the same time she would raise her left forepaw upwards, redistributing her weight in the process, and attempt to slam it down on Esarosa's right forepaw, hoping to bruise the paw if not dislocate a few bones.
VARDA vs Esarosa for raging hormones DOMINANCE
Round ONE of two?
"Speech"
