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Ásvor

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The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 2Pride - LesbianBeeventVolcano
05-07-2018, 08:53 PM


Ásvor wasn't really aware of anything in the moment save for the disturbing way his coat was rippling before her very eyes. She certainly hadn't seen the male simply enjoying himself here on this private island, nor did she think anything of his presence here. Her gaze was zeroed in on his coat of assorted greys and russets and whites, hardly noticing much at all about his expression. She hardly even looked him in the eye, she was so caught up in the inner workings of her own mind rather than what was actually manifesting itself in reality.

The slight snarl that tugged at her lips grew more visible by the second, a low growl rumbling deep within her chest. His approach only worsened her frantic state - now rather than simply disturbed by his presence, she felt threatened by it.. especially as he moved closer and as the writhing beneath his skin grew more evident. Just taking some time to himself, eh? Sure looked like it. Not. She wasn't totally sure what sort of creature this was, but surely this was some test sent from the gods, a way to prove her faith once and for all..

"Miach, hm?" She spat back at him, another threatening snarl ripping from her lips. "I do believe you've made a mistake today..." It was obvious enough that something wasn't quite right with her - her eyes could barely focus on him at all, and the way she trembled was unusual. However, she didn't give him much time to react; what she saw she was certain of. So certain, in fact, that she was willing to risk her own safety to defend herself from the invisible threat.

She mirrored his stance for just a moment, head ducking low to the ground and her limbs instinctively bending at the joints. Asvor only remained in that defensive posture for but a brief pawful of seconds before leaning forward to strike. Her jaws parted wide as she pushed off with her back legs, aiming to strike him right in the face - hoping to grab him by the muzzle, or the cheek, wherever her bite fell. She simply wanted blood - she didn't care where it came from.