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ooc. Language warning to the max, I apologize in advance for offending many young minds here.
Just like that, peace was disturbed. The bulky form of a familiar sibling came catapulting up the mountainside. Not only was he ruining her day, but he was being a fucking shitstain. Audits would press flat against her skull. Inky lips would pull away from her fangs, tongue sliding between them a few times to indicate her displeasure. "What, think that can keep me away, hmm?" He questioned. "Not just you," she snapped, teeth clicking together forcefully in his direction. "cunt." She added, hoping to push him away. She didn't want him here. Him and his filthy fucking scent. "Don't think I'll leave so easily. Perhaps I could help mark your scent some more." he sauntered forth, and lifted his leg. Marking his stink all over her new home. He was trying to take what was hers. This would not stand. "That does it!" She snarled, lunging for her littermate. He had done it this time, and she wasn't about to let him get away with anything. Father wasn't here to stop her from destroying him. Sathanus vs Leviathan for Dominance Round 1 2 Shoulders rolled forward, pushing her skin forward to protect her neck. Tail tucked between her legs to protect her groin. Maroon eyes would squint in hopes of keeping him from taking one out. Chin would tuck towards her chest to protect her throat. Toes would spread, claws extending to grip the ground and allow for improved traction. Joints would loosen, bending just a little to lower her centre of gravity as she ate up the distance between them. Having been facing her brother's right shoulder, she continued forth. They were about five feet away from each other before she had started, and that meant there wasn't a lot of time to prepare on either of their parts. Her goal was to ram the point of her own right shoulder into the space just behind his, between the blade and elbow. However, she wasn't about to put all her eggs in one basket. Teeth would then attempt to snap at the flesh of his flank, despite the lack of anything to grab on to. There was a good chance that she was only getting a mouthful of fur here.
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