Tell me sweet little lies

It was too late to back down now.

The fight was on and adrenaline flooded through Philomena’s veins.

Had she had time to think, to reflect further, rather than fall into anger then maybe she had seen what her brother was trying to say. She wasn’t fully wrong; she knew she had screwed up, and it had hurt. Still hurt. He didn’t know how she questioned if she deserved Memento. If she deserved any of her children. It wasn’t that she was a victim, no, Philomena knew otherwise. Yes circumstances helped make judgement hard… but she could have learned. She could have made better decisions. The fact that even now she struggled to make the right ones was something she didn’t want to admit.

Couldn’t admit.

Shutting down was easier.

Pretending it could be fixed by her anger, and fighting it, rather than accepting, was easier.

Her teeth sliced Ulric’s cheek, drawing blood. A victory short lived as she felt a shoulder slammed into her chest. It knocked the wind from her lungs and she stumbled, hardly able to keep her balance as her foreleg slipped from Ulric’s back. She was attempting to correct her balance as she fell, redistributing the weight to compromise for the limb that would be back on the ground so it’d be across all four, when she felt fangs slice into her lower neck.

The pain flared and a yelp fell from her lips as Philomena twisted her head to reach it over Ulric’s back, towards the base of his neck, and grab hold of the flesh there. Her right forelimb was lifted again as well and, using her best judgement, she attempted to bring it down upon the toes of Ulric’s left forepaw. Bruises, scratching… it didn’t matter what she managed to get done. She wanted him to back off.


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Philomena Lore vs Ulric Adravendi for Minor Maim {Facial Scarring} / Fall, Year 14 Fight Seasonal
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Navigator
Specialty: N/A