Don't Play Me, Don't Hate Me

OOC: These two are going to be so fun!!!!


Dancing. It’s the only word that would describe the two women as they prowl towards each other. Bells of war and alarm sounding silently in the thick night air. She speaks and the level of self-confidence in her demeanor makes her fur prickle. Heat races within her frame, bringing with it the familiar longing for the fight. The longing to feel flesh break between ivors and even for the smart of pain from a lucky blow landed by the competitor. Paws are spread wide for traction as she continues to close the distance, hopefully stopping in front of the woman with the barest spaces between them. The stranger is similar in size to Quill but she was build for speed, being light in build, which she was clad heavy with muscle for war.

I dare you to try. The words caress audits, coaxing forward the woman’s inner demoness as she snaps angrily in her cage. She pulls at the bars and Quill can feel it deep in her chest, a low growl echoing from her vocals. Muscles twitch lightly in response, begging to close the distance but she stills them keeping the thoughts at bay. You say you know suffering but I would love to show you a complete other level. Thoughts are a hiss, echoing quietly in the caverns of her skull and her iced optics dance with excitement and hunger. Every part of her is alive and buzzing. Finally something interesting was happening around these increasingly boring lands.

”I am not dear to you, and if it is a fight you seek I would more than happy to give you one.” Words are cold, cast down hard to the small piece of earth between them. Ivors flash in the moon light, risen full above them to give the lands that ghostly glow. It seemed the lands around them were holding their very breath to see what would come of the pair.