Blood and Bone

The battlefield was the place she knew she could shed blood and not feel bad about it. Though of course, feeling bad wasn't in her system of feelings. Belle was souring the Klein name with the mud blood pups she birthed, though perhaps she wouldn't think of it that way had it happened with someone other than with that blithering idiot, Archon. Her tail lashed behind her, the iron claws she forged and wore leaving marks in the dirt as she walked in irritation. But when she hears the call for a fight, she adjusts her course to find him. The babe was eager to vent with a fight, which was why she'd come in the first place.

Spotting the man who had called, her lips played up in a smirk as she looked him over. Hmm...tall, dark, and handsome. And scars littering his body spoke a prowess he might possess. Her tongue swiped hungrily at her lips as she stood several feet before him, head held high in all her glory. "Hello there, Dear. I've come to meet you in a spar if you'll have me." She rumbled, lyrics dangerously sweet while her eyes betrayed the itch to fight.

"Can you see me?"