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Battle. Lately, this is the only time that Tove really feels alive. While this may just be a spar, the familiar tingle of adrenaline hitting her veins causes a chain reaction within the woman. Her pupils dilate, pulling in more light and sharpening all the shapes around her. Nostrils flare as she inhales deeply, pulling in more air while also dragging in the scents around them. Víðarr smells of steel, oiled leather, pine needles, and sweat and the galaxy coated warrior drinks in the strength of him. They dance, her nose striking his neck without her mouth ever opening.

Fate draws them together, pulls them apart, and slams them back just like the fight that unfolds. Where words fail, their actions speak and they fight as if they are shouting at each other. They never back off, a whisper of air all that separates their forms as they move. He moves, a foreleg snaking out to wrap around her while he pressures her. Tove does not falter, instead stepping into him as he hits the back of her neck and lays his neck across her. Anger flares hot and jagged in her mind, hating that it has taken him this long to see her.

A warrior’s spirit in a delicate female form, once beautiful, no scarred and ugly. Tove feels the all too familiar sting of tears in the back of her eyes and strikes out, mouth still firmly closed as she aims to hit the man in his chest. A leg shoots forward, attempting to wrap around his foreleg and pull it out from underneath him. This may just be a spar but she is determined to win… or at least show Víðarr just how strong of a warrior she truly is.



Tove vs Víðarr for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

OOC: Will be using my (under Hermes OOC) black cat’s foot for this fight


"Tove Baade"