Salty Taste Of Blood

After speaking with Avacyn, Nirvana had gathered her cape, dagger, and companions for a trip. It felt like her mind was buzzing as she went, her mind drifting towards the Thrall of the pack neighboring Elysium. Such a curious woman… Nirvana let out a soft chuckle. The femme was eye-catching, but the woman didn’t let her mind dwell on her any more than that. It wasn’t as if she was likely to see her again. And besides… she needed to keep moving. Finding a land to strike her fancy under all this snow and ice was going to prove to be a challenge. At least she could be thankful for the cape that she wore. The feathers helped keep her warm as she passed alongside the territory of Valta. She was skirting the edges of the pack, mindful to be in the opposing territory, and moved without a sense of direction. She was looking for something, but what that something was she didn’t have a clue.

In time she had passed through waterways and arrived in sandier lands. She could smell the tang of salt in the air… ahh, the ocean. If it were one of the warmer seasons the idea of nearing the water would be more appealing. She had considered turning back, but a call from the beach beyond the snow covered foliage she wandered through caused Nirvana to give pause. A challenge, huh? Interesting. Her companion, Ridge, would answer the challenge with a cry of her own. Heh, if her falcon was ready to fight, then so be it. It couldn’t hurt to really get her body moving with a dance of battle. Thomas would shift upon her shoulders, the Genet preparing himself for his mistress to do battle with this stranger.

The albino woman would find the man on the beach, on a stretch where the snow was thinnest. As she approached it crunched under her paws, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and receding back into depths heard in the background. Ridge would circle in the sky above the man, and Nirvana would allow a small smirk to appear on her lips. He was of Valta. He should be worth her time then. “You called, I answered.” Thomas would leap from Nirvana’s shoulders as the woman slipped into a fighting stance. Her red eyes fixed on him before narrowing, digits splaying over the snow as she widened her stance. Her tail would arch out behind her, lifting the cap at its base to help aid her balance. Her ears flicked back, an expression of seriousness slipping over her features.

Then she kicked off against the ground, giving the man just enough time to read her intentions and prepare himself before she barreled at him. Her body was leaning toward the right, betraying that she wanted to come in alongside his left side. But Nirvana wouldn’t go alone. With a battle cry her falcon dropped from the sky at the face of their opponent, beating her wings toward his face in an effort to limit his vision of her mistress. Nirvana on the other paw began to move in a wider arch and turn her attention to the man’s back leg. Jaws parted as she attempted to lung and clamp down on the meaty section of his leg. He wanted a fight, well he got one.

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Nirvana vs Khranbari for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feather cape
Companion 1: Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Genet, Male - Battle
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator

"Speech" 'Thought.'