Against Your Walls Against Your Rules Against Your Skin

Someone beckoned. A booming call to battle, from an unknown source. The howl echoed through the mountains, threatening the tumultous terrain with the chance for yet another quake. What bastard would be up at this hour, raring to fight? Someone who had better be able to back up talk like that, for sure. Heaving herself to her feet, the dark bitch shook the remnants of sleep free of her mind. Though it was the dead of night, the wraith was hardly one to turn down the promise of a half decent scrap. The spring had brought a heat season with it, and thus she was decidedly antsy. Thankfully, it was faded now and she finally felt comfortable in her skin.

Thundering down the incline of her own mountain home, she made a beeline for the battlefield. Moonlight washed everything black and white, turning the familiar landscape into something eerie and unfamiliar. Blending seamlessly into the murk, the bitch found herself steeped in the familiar scent of blood soon enough. Another, vaguely familiar musk struck her. It took a few moments for her brain to process the scent, sleep addled gears turning slowly. Finally, it clicked. Lips peeled away from sharp ivories in a wordless snarl. It was the bastard who had driven her from her home on the peak.

Broad paws pounded the dirt until she came upon the wolf who had been the centre of her wrath for some time. To finally lay eyes on him... was disappointing. He was smaller than she would have expected. Skinner, too. Coal dark, like herself, but marked up with shades of grey. As she circled around him, hackles bristling, she got a better look at his face. Eyes like a big cat, with just as much intensity. It would be good to finally beat the shit out of him. Settling herself roughly five feet from him, pivoting her hind end so that she faced him head on. Having to look up to meet his eyes was infuriating.

"You!" She roared. "You're the one who claimed the waterfall peak! I've been waiting to see what you looked like." it was no compliment, as she very rarely paid them to another. Sliding her tongue over her fangs, she gave him another quick once over. If it was a fight he wanted.. "I'll give you the first move, challenger." she announced. Without further ado, she set her defenses. This wouldn't be like when she fought her brother. This man was bigger, even if he was a skinny beast. She'd have to be careful. In the low light, this fight would be... tricky.

Limbs settled themselves equidistant apart, knees and elbows bending just enough to centre her. Spreading her toes, she aimed to have a solid grip on the ground, claws digging into the dirt beneath her. Hackles bristled furiously over her shoulders and down her spine. Carmine gaze narrowed to slits, focus riveted to the male before her. Chin tucked towards her chest, and tail slipped firmly between her thighs to brush her underbelly. No way was he getting in any easy hits. She flattened her ears tight against her skull. Bunching the fur and fat around her neck, she hoped that it would make for a difficult target for the male.

Sathanus vs. Tyranis

For: Tyranis' Dommiel Rank Promotion

Round: 0 | I | II | III

Height: 33" | Build: Medium

ooc. just wondering if his companion is present or not? You didn't say in your post, but your signature has a disclosure for her constant presence, so I just wanted to settle that. Also, lemme know if you would prefer a different distance between them. You know my discord <3

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