killing strangers

When a dark figure began to cut across the grasslands, he knew it was the sick queen before she'd even gotten properly into earshot. Gleefully cackling like a hyena all the way, and clinking softly as her bone armour rattled against her thin frame. Who else would it have been? A growl rumbled in his chest, watching the tall grasses begin to shudder and flick as she drew closer. At least she had the decency to meet him face to face before they went at one another's throats. When her ivory marked form finally broke through the cover of the tall grasses, the prince's handsome features twisted into a scowl. Cherry red lips peeled away from his fangs when she spoke, a giggling admission that was equal parts disappointment and delight. There was a brief flash of hesitation, a second thought- kill her. Quickly overturned in the name of urgency, of getting the fuck out of here and finding Galho again.

He held his skull aloft as he watched her settle into a loose fighting stance, shaking her body and letting her armour settle comfortably. Toes spread apart and gripping the hard earth beneath them. Viscera couldn't help but remember that this was the woman who had bested his mother in battle, and defeated her mate within the following weeks. Nothing to sniff at. She'd probably leave him a bloody mess, even if he won this fight.

***fight starts here***

Rather than waste time, he settled himself. Loosened his joints up, folded his ears against his skull, and bared his fangs. Ivory tipped tail flagged parallel to his spine for balance as he shoved off with his hind legs, closing the distance between himself and Medusa. This was going to be a bloodbath if he had any say in it. His weight would shift to his right as he got close enough to strike, aiming to create some leverage as he tried to launch himself into Medusa's left side. Viscera's pale jaws parted to reveal flashing ivories, drool flying as he lowered his head and sought to sink his teeth into the left side of her neck- just behind her jaw. He wanted control of her head, and he wanted to feel her blood pumping under his tongue. If he could gain a grip on her neck, the pallid prince hoped he could give her a good shake and disorient the bitch. The pull of her flesh against his teeth would likely cause some tearing of the flesh, drawing even more blood from her neck to stain his pale jowls.

Viscera Klein vs Medusa Mortem for Freedom

Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Maine Coon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Vampire bat, Male - Flying
Mutation 1: Eagle talons
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer

ooc. I'm trash at fights, so if anything is unclear/wonky plz DM me and I'll be happy to clear anything up <3

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