wont feel nothin' better

He reacted appropriately to her, just as she hoped. Mentioning her royal lineage, and she herself thought it quite obvious. Not everyone was trained to see it, and while she doubted that Dag was at least he knew to continue with his compliments. Belle nearly purred under his gaze, though his more common birth would keep her from truly allowing herself to submit to his touch, she enjoyed the attention. ”Is that so?” she asked in mock surprise at his bold words as he mused almost to himself.

Deathbelle’s form shifted as well as she pushed her legs beneath her as he offered a ‘tussle.’ She debated his meaning for a moment, and decided on both. With his hackles raised and bringing himself to his full height there was little question of a spar, but he also suggested much more. Belle had no intention of allowing him to touch her in more intimate ways, but if he did best her in battle she would more heavily consider the proposition.

”You sound much too confident, Dagfinn.” She told him as an amused grin tugged at her features. ”Because it will surely be me, rolling you in the sand.” and not in a good way. Her tail lashed at her dark furred hips as she lowered her head to align with her spine. Dark hackles raised down her spine as she pulled her lips back in a snarl that oddly looked like a grin.

She didn’t waste any time. There wasn’t much room between them, but Belle would attempt to rush towards him. Aiming to thrust her right shoulder into his chest and wrap her teeth around his right cheek. This would be a battle fought in close quarters, and already her skine was alight with fire.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 1 of 2?
Height: Large
Build: Light
Skill: Advanced