as we collide

*Azalea* · 09-06-2013, 10:09 PM

Affection spread through the opposing crowd like syrup on pancakes. The pepper colored male "loving" on a darker female. It was her assumption that the female at least was related to Isardis, the facial features bore a most striking resemblance, at least in her eyes. Had they met in another place and under better circumstances, she might have asked the woman. All the Glaciem wolves held deep rooted hatred in their eyes and she wondered if it would remain like this for the rest of time, Glaciem versus Valhalla.

She could feel the males in the crowd withdrawing, hear the Glaciem females' outrage, and her eyes quickly reverted back to the fight at hand. Chrysanthe was aiming another blow and this one was... interestingly placed. A wicked grin spread over her face, fire burning in her eyes. His balls. Of course, it was a brilliant attack but at the same time one to surely gather a backlash like no other. Isardis seemed overly fond of his manhood and his ability to reproduce prolifically.

Cael arrived then, herbs on hand in case they were needed. He was late but he had arrived none-the-less. Her attention was ripped away as another outraged cry came from across the way, it was Argent. ?i warned your alpha that if she tried to overwhelm us i would place another challenge,? The crimson eyed woman stated. It took Azalea's mind a minute to catch up, the realization washing over her like cold water and her mouth dropped open. Her face became a picture of both horror and frustration.

?Come, defend your king, or he is my prisoner,? And just like that another fight was opened. Like a healing wound the scab was ripped off, once more exposing the delicate tissue below. Much more of this and there would be an all out war! Azalea didn't even stop to think, to be logical. Argent was much larger than her and had a good year on her as well but this didn't stop the white and red female from jumping to her feet. "You fucking bitch!" She screamed, stepping forward.

Her mind was lost to the heat of the moment, who knew if someone would save her from this. Azalea moved forward: one, two... three more steps. Her senses were heightened now, very aware of the adrenaline rushing through her body. Azalea was not quite on the field but already she was sizing up Argent involuntarily. The female was setting her stance for the fight ahead, lowering and solidifying her center of gravity to make her better prepared for an attack and also to attack.

Azalea was on her toes, fur on end and legs stiff. Her eyes flashed around the field. Chrysanthe, Cromalin, Cael, Gideon, and then across to the pair who hung on each other and to Vixe. Actions and reactions all around her but none she could see more clearly than her own now. Argent was on the defense and if no one stepped up to the plate soon, Azalea would be returning to Valhalla bloodied, with or without Gideon. Her paws tingled, her adrenaline filled limbs practically begging her to rush out onto the field and engage in a possibly life threatening fight.

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