may I have this dance?

March had approached this change with animosity, the same she gave most pack matters. It wasn't like she didn't care, she just didn't feel too strongly either way. A part of her noticed this deficit, and it worried her to some degree, yes. This was supposed to be her pack, her people, but that thought didn't stir up any pride or feelings of affection. It was better than defensive hostility at least, but the feelings she had delegated to outsiders had begun to encroach upon her normal life too. The line in the sand was blurring. March didn't like it. She hadn't had much to leave behind, nothing but bad memories and moist earth. Others had more tangible connections, the loss of such taking a visible toll, but March was slowly discovering how little she actually cared. She'd let the mourn, sure, it wasn't in her place to say that they shouldn't. Just don't go looking for her sympathy.

March did not know Asmodeus, and he most likely did not know her, so it might as well have been a stranger answering the call. She did recognise the scent, the one they both carried. This would earn him a more respectful interaction at least. "Hello." She padded into view, eyeing the man, cogs ticking in her brain. "I'm March- one of Proserpina's children. And you?" It was more words than any of her previous spar partners had gotten. She took a steady stance, head lowering and muscles beginning to tense. She'd had her ass handed to her twice before, and was certainly looking to break her losing streak. Her blunt aggression had been tempered however, by the fact that this was 'one of her own.' That, and he was visibly older than previous combatants, and assumedly more experienced. A loss to him would be another blow to her ego, but a lesser one.

She'd let him initiate, having taken the offensive twice before. Maybe her luck would shift with her strategy.

Marchosias vs Asmodeus for Spar
Round x/x
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator