SEVEN NATION ARMY
Impra's call would remain unanswered as it seemed all of Valhalla was occupied by their own battles. The cherry blossom she wolf would be left with no one to answer her call and so she felt victory rise within her chest. A howl of pure delight would leave her maw suddenly, but she would not let herself be distracted long from the battle. She could still feel the tenseness in her abdomen and the adrenaline that pumped viscously through her veins. Her presence would not be left alone for long, for the so called queen of Valhalla would suddenly break away from battle and turn her attentions to the albino she wolf. "Sorry I was a bit... preoccupied." The voice would alert her to the coming attack, Chrysanpthe would approach from her right side her paws would draw her near to the candy apple princess, Impra would swing her hips behind her and attempt to face the woman head on. Her own sturdy legs would stand tall as her spine became aligned and her tail drew itself above her for balance. With her weight centered and evenly distributed, knees bent, toes splayed, and claws digging into the earth she would be hit by her opponent. The queen's paws would ram into her chest she could feel the force pushing her back, but she would keep her footing. Chrysanthe's paws would remain planted on ivory shoulders, her claws seemingly digging into the fur and flesh. Awful bruising was felt almost instantaneously. With only a few steps taken back her defenses would be put back into place before her assailant was able to land her attack. Chin would tuck and shoulders would roll as her opponent's teeth met her upper right shoulder painfully. She would feel the daggers bite into her coarse fur below her neck and reach the flesh underneath. moderate punctures would break the skin, she was thankful for her wintery coat otherwise the bite would have been much worse. With pinned ears and narrowed eyes she would let out a bark of anger. |