Don't Play Me, Don't Hate Me

How her eyes shown, alive with interest and desire. The beautiful woman before her, be her a devil or demon, was calling to her oh so sweetly. She was certainly no angel, for those feather brains were no fun at all. Issy didn’t mind a fight, even if she’d much rather prefer to be doing something else with the other femme. Perhaps, the femme thought, she might even have a chance at getting both yet from the temptress before her. Time was going to tell… and Isabella had decided that she had some patience to spare this time.

But oh how the growl that came forth made her shiver with delight. She perks her ears, a child who was playing with a new, and dangerous, toy. But her orange optics are not yet narrowed even though she moves lightly into more of a defensive stance. Her position was widened, weight distributed across all her limbs, shoulders squared, and finally her tail was aligned with her spine to aid in balance. Claws lightly bit into the soil, ready for however this evening was to turn out.

“So quick to fight and shoot me down…” Isabella cooed. “Surely I can entertain you in another way…?” She arched a brow at these words, giving a sly grin. “Though if you covet blood alone than I suppose there is nothing for it. Come then! Show me pain.” The she-wolf tipped her head downward, aiming to keep her throat at least somewhat protected. Her muscles tensed, she narrowed her eyes, and her ears pinned back flat against her skull.

Let the battle begin.

Isabella "Quinn" versus Quill for Spar / Dominance?
Round 0/2?
30"
Medium