Leera watches her comrade, silently satisfied with their success, tail twitching and curling like a cobra. Even still, she could feel the chemicals of adrenaline coursing through her entire being, and although the kill is over and done with she still feels very much alive.
She meets the woman's violet-gold gaze head on, curious to know what she makes of their little competition. There is some truth to be found in Nephthys' first mutterings, and Leera folds her ears and nods in agreement. In the end, however, the hunt's a draw -- whether each of them believes it or not, they're more closer to equals than they are any different. Leera nods again. "A draw it is then," she murmurs, and turns to depart easily, blood still smearing her lips, her chest, her paws. She retreats into the treeline, but her thoughts of Nephthys will continue through the night.
-exit-
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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