shuriken v medusa

The princess stood at her full height and sidestepped the crowd to get more room. Her pale eyes darted from one wolf to the next as she drew herself up and waited for someone to approach her. There were many who looked worthy to be her opponent. She wasn’t entirely sure what to think of the other wolves here, there were plenty of new and different faces. Young like her, and younger even.

Ike took in a deep and steadying breath as she tried to disassociate with the chaos around her. Her performance would surely be put off if her mind didn’t settle into place. She was here to prove herself and here to represent her pack. She knew she was too clumsy to win anything, but the competition got her blood pumping. Kiyohime always enjoyed sparring.

Already she was instinctually falling into her fighters stance, her gaze sharpening as she leaned into her toes and bent her joints. Loose and light on her paws she was ready.


"Kiyohime Shuriken Ōritsu Abraxas"