It's Possible

Determined words flowed easily into Jupiter's audits and a smile upturned the corners of her ebony lips, a fond chuckle rumbling from the depths of her chest. Optics attentively observed as the other woman shifted into a battle-ready position. "That's the Aria I know..." came a low, almost sad statement of what could be passed as relative affection. Memory flickered back to their previous "spar"--a draw only in the mind of the other. Before, there had been not an inkling of malice--it had been a standardized test Jupiter had dropped to a level lower than the Sol usually performed at. Shaped to receive any potential skill level and dumbed down to the lowest average, it had been simple and fit so that even a yearling could have broken even with her if they had even an inkling of battle knowledge.



But this was different.



A goal unknown to Aria sat lightly in Jupiter's mind, permeating her thoughts as she considered her actions. Legs shifted outwards slightly, her weight distributing easily and evenly about her limbs, focusing toward her toes. Triangular audits tipped back to pin firmly against her skull as she recalled the chunk missing from the middle of her left ear, received in her final battle for Ludicael. Tail evened to parallel with the level of her spine, Jupiter's sight taking in once more Aria's lack of the appendage as well as her partially-damaged sight. The Sol's own undamaged eyes narrowed at the slightest, lips curling in a silent snarl and jaws gaping just a tad, prepared to snap open at the slightest of notice and seek flesh. Her head shifted defensively backwards to bring the fat on her neck thicker about her throat and her shoulders shifted forward to minutely guard her chest. With her weight equally distributed and not heavy upon her front limbs, her shoulders blades remained naturally tucked under the planes and curves of her back fur, making the bony area much less of a target.



With her muscles tensed and legs slightly bent in preparation should extreme movement be needed, Jupiter allowed a breath to pass evenly and calmly through her lips, another rumble of a chuckle lightly quaking her.



"As it is you that wishes to fight for your freedom, it is you that will make the first move towards it."


Let the games begin.





JUPITER VS. ARIA

for

DOMINANCE AND FREEDOM

round 0/3


ATTACKS: n/a


DEFENSES: ears pinned, neck srunched, weight evenly distributed and forward on toes, eyes slightly narrowed, tail even with body; shoulders pushed forward and shoulder blades not sharply protruding. Legs slightly bent and shifted outwards and muscles tensed in preparation to move should it be needed. Jaws slightly parted to try and deter the appeal of an attack on the base of her jaw/upper throat and to snap at flesh.

INJURIES: n/a

"speech"