born to die

There was a certain chill in walking upon a stranger who watched so carefully yet gave no words, no sign of recognition. Not a muscle would flinch as Azalea approached the soot colored hell heathen. Her own words were enough to rally some attention, finally, the larger woman rising from her seat to bow her head. "Kalypso Darksidy," She would grant in return. Darksidy... it rang little a bell as Kalypso did and thus she suspected the female to not be of this land. A true stranger then. Azalea gave a little nod, her face a blank slate.

She was advanced upon, being circled much like the ravens did in the heavens above them. Eyes turned to slits as she followed the wolf who moved with silent precision. A viper in the grass.

Azalea was the clear underdog. This wolf moved with a confidence that the younger gal only pretended to have. Additionally there sat a good five inches between the two, as Azalea only stood a relatively small 31 inches. "Don't expect a tea party, sweetheart." Azalea grinned rather wickedly. As she assumed her opponent saw her as rather inferior for the task at hand, too young and too small to be a serious threat. She would beg to differ of course, though she gave no response to the words. Licking her chops her shoulders rolled in an easy shrug.

Their bodies aligned, space remaining between them. Her body had grown tense and with it her hackles rose to make her plush coat that much fuller appearing. It gave her a thick look, especially at this time of year when fur grew out in preparation for the colder months that lay ahead. Ears pulled back and her tail moved to be nearly form fitted against her left leg, away from the assailant.

Given their positioning, she anticipated the woman moving in for a strike on her right side, she truly had no other options. As she did so, Azalea's weight also went forward, though shifted off balance so that more lay on her front right leg. She pushed herself away from the wolf, head drawing back and nose tipping down to give some semblance of protection to her neck. Hind quarters lifted, paws leaving the ground. A jump in reverse.

Amber eyes landed on the shoulder that was angled toward her. Not an attack but rather a test of awareness, a prerequisite to what could and would come next. The shoulder barely brushed her side, hip and thus flank already drawn out of reach. As her hind paws landed, her center of gravity was low, legs bending and pushing her forward once more. Ivories exposed themselves as her neck extended and forepaws braced to keep her from catapulting into the other wolf.

Her teeth aimed an attack upon that shoulder that dare approach her, seeking to rip into flesh just below the shoulder blade though she could not be picky.

All this seemed to happen in slow motion, Azalea's breath coming fast and hard as the adrenaline filled her system and heightened her senses. If only her father and brother could see her now for she truly was a warrior.


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ooc: editted to fix my coding fuck up XD

defenses: hackles raised, ears back, tail angled away from Kalypso, center of gravity lowered, neck guarded by her face.

attack: lunging forward trying to bite Kalypso's left shoulder

injuries: none