A Dead Wolf Tells No Tales [P]
03-09-2013, 02:12 PM
The yearling had waited patiently for Destruction to move. At first, she had let out a low growl, and SwiftKill flattened her ears. Just thinking she would let the yearling go with words, SwiftKill had relaxed her body in that instant. "Do you realize who you're talking to pup? who are you to question my motives? You're nothing but a child. I could have killed you the moment I saw you, but I didn't. The way you're talking to me now makes me want to take back my earlier deicions." The words her mentor spoke made her snarl, audits flattening theirselves to her slender skull. The charcoal femme in front of her leapt, knocking her to the ground. SwiftKill snarled, ignoring the pain from the talons in her side. The snow around her seemed to melt, and Destruction seemed ready to kill her. SwiftKill couldn't hide the pain from flashing in her eyes for just a moment, but it was over as soon as it came. Smirking, the femme struggled from under her, growling to herself. She whipped around and let a loud snarl emit from her throat. Destruction needed to know that her apprentice wasn't afraid of her. No, SwiftKill wasn't afraid of her, or this brute. SwiftKill wanted to say something scathing about Destruction's pups, unborn in her stomach. But she simply circled around her. Quick as a fish, she aimed to dart under her and bite into her stomach. If she managed, she would surely kill Destruction and her to be pups. Full Dodge: Unused Half Dodges: Unused Attack: Biting at Destruction's stomach Defense: Slid from under Destruction Round: 1/4 [Not sure if we need this, but posting it anyway.] You cannot kill me. Nobody can kill me. |