Putrid Pride

Immediately the monochrome woman hunkered down her own defenses, lowering her head enough to block any moves to grasp her throat; her hackles raised as aggression flooded her ivory body. Nails dug deep into the ground, bracing for impact as her ears laid flat against her skull. And there. It came.

The older man much bigger than herself made it appear as though he would bulldoze right over her, instead he feigned a right- then a left. Absinth had enough time to brace for the right, leaning into it so she could dodge just as he were to strike- only she’d been taken for a fool. His attack redirected from her left instead, jaws sinking into her  side scruff and she was indeed jerked along with his heavier weight. Just as he intended. But she was a bitch full of surprises.

Absinth released a hateful snarl, anger thickly laden into her voice. She was caught, but not optionless. Never that. The emerald eyed woman did as she did best. Giving as good as she got. She twisted her neck to align her jaws with his shoulder, attempting to sink her fangs into the the Saxe man’s flesh. If he remained within reach, Her fores would come to offer her some balance by wrapping around his neck, the other over top his back and her hind legs fought to push back against him in an effort not to be taken to the ground. She could not go down easy. This man held no affection for her, there was no telling what he would do once she was defeated.

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