Bearly know you
07-21-2022, 08:10 PM
Tove jogs after Kotori as they make their way through the willow trees when the scent of a grizzly finds its way to the pair. The older wolf watches a grin crawl across the earthen male’s lips and, as he turns to trot after it, a frown tugs her own lips downward. She realizes that she will have to reign herself in for this fight. Grizzlies had killed Bodin and Tove is determined to kill each and every one she comes across. The bear comes into view and Ko rushes in to get its attention before returning to her and telling her to start the fight.
Duel-toned eyes flash with deadly desire and Tove gives a sharp nod before turning her attention back to the irate grizzly. She squares up with it, stalking forward while growling deeply and flashing her deadly teeth. It roars, standing its ground and daring her to come closer. Invition accepted. Without warning, Tove darts forward, moving toward the angry ursine. Its front legs spread and it shifts to swing a paw at her galaxy form but it sails wide as the older wolf easily ducks underneath.
Suddenly she is in the beast’s space and Tove launches upward to latch onto the underside of its throat. It roars, paws planting as it moves to stand, front legs swinging at where the nebula woman had been moments before. But she is long gone, having released her hold the moment she felt its weight shift and her paws pull her back out of range. Spinning around, she readies for the next round.
"Tove Baade"
Duel-toned eyes flash with deadly desire and Tove gives a sharp nod before turning her attention back to the irate grizzly. She squares up with it, stalking forward while growling deeply and flashing her deadly teeth. It roars, standing its ground and daring her to come closer. Invition accepted. Without warning, Tove darts forward, moving toward the angry ursine. Its front legs spread and it shifts to swing a paw at her galaxy form but it sails wide as the older wolf easily ducks underneath.
Suddenly she is in the beast’s space and Tove launches upward to latch onto the underside of its throat. It roars, paws planting as it moves to stand, front legs swinging at where the nebula woman had been moments before. But she is long gone, having released her hold the moment she felt its weight shift and her paws pull her back out of range. Spinning around, she readies for the next round.
Tove is heavily scarred on her face, neck, and shoulders. Please note that none of her art depicts them but they are there.