SEVEN NATION ARMY

N/A · 11-06-2013, 10:53 PM

Rayne

This was wasted time. She let herself go limp with submission, her adversary releasing her as Obsidian struck. The moment jaws parted, the pale dame took to the ground running. She needed to get back to the Healers den and help with the wounded, there was no one on the battlefield. Long limbs stretched, pushing her across blood stained grass, her two toned gaze intent on her destination. She kept her head low, tail tucked, an attempt to avoid being grabbed as she sprinted to the safety of the den. The scent of blood flooded her nostrils, Obsidian could handle herself, the healer wasted no time.

-exit-

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