Venemous Bitches

She feels as though she has rusted; distracted, alone, she has become a statue after the words of the hag reached her auditoy system - a stiff representation of hazardous capabilities forgotten. What did she said? Amunet Ithuriel? Ithuriel? Ra Ithuriel? Her father? Her father's sister? Queen? Millions of question rushed through her mind in matter of seconds as time seemed to stop for the golden Goddess. Her siblings, her uncle and now her so proclaimed aunt...all in one place. So soon. To soon. and She found herself stunned, srurprise clear upon her beautiful visage unfortunately she was not paying attention to her surroundings, her psyche to busy making connection and identyfing patterns. Pain. A whine escaped the voluptous lips of the babe. Pain? From where? The time she returned to reality was the exact moment when her aunt's first hit had landed. Chest slammed into chest, hair threads mixing together and hides the bruise that is sure to form as pain runs down her spine making her shiver. Her jaws unhinge. Gaping in preparation as she met fangs with fangs, attempting to meet her aunt jaws with her own. Her lower jowl drops across her throat, black kissers peeling back with a slow snarl that leaves salivated fangs deliciously exposed. No! another reverent growl was released, the rest of her defenses sliding into maneuverable play, her shoulders curl upwards, hackles rising in the process as her head finds the room to now comfortably dip down, the precarious skull sitting carefully before her jugular. meanwhile her stance sprawls, crouches; her legs spreading slightly on either side while her knees bend just so before she lifted her claws and prays to the ones above that her attempted hit will cratch some soft tissues of flash anymore on her aunt right side.


Nephthys VS. Amunet for Dominance
Round 1/2
Height: 36"
Build: Light
OOC: Extended time is fine by me. <3

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