furry violence

Vanta had found herself drawn to the north lately, her homesickness bringing her to circle her home territory from a distance while her desire for something new kept her from biting the bullet and approaching the border. She missed her family terribly, but if she were to return there, would she ever find the strength to leave? The Armada may have been her birth place, but something there was missing – something that kept it from feeling like home.

She was lost in thought and consideration when she approached the clearing, distracted enough that she did not see the bear until it called out, enraged. It drew her focus, her head snapping to the side so fast that she swore she felt her vertebra threaten to crack. Stranger yet, before her was the likes of which she had never seen before - a two-headed wolf, poised for battle.

Her initial reaction was simply shock. Not at the relatively common sight of a wolf standing it’s ground against a bear (this was the hardy north, after all) but at the doubled visage upon the wolf’s shoulders. Vanta hesitated, assessing the situation with confusion (was she dreaming?) before forcefully focusing her resolve. The bear was clearly the aggressor, and despite the strangeness of the wolf, her innate sense of justice kicked in. She couldn't ignore the threat to these wolves, no matter how unusual they appeared.

With a low growl, Vanta prepared to act.

She moved swiftly, positioning herself behind the bear, ready to use the element of surprise to her advantage. She was a protector by nature, and even strangers - even those as peculiar as these ones - deserved her aid. The thought of the two-headed wolf’s reaction to her intervention lingered at the back of her mind, but it was the immediate need to act that drove her forward. She would defend these wolves, strangers or not, and deal with the consequences later.

As the bear reared, its focus wholly on Sol and Khonsu, she seized her chance. She lunged from the shadows with a burst of speed, her body a crystalline tipped projectile aimed directly at the bear's flank. The bear, sensing the new threat, twisted with speed, its massive paw coming around in a powerful swat aimed at Vanta’s crown.

She felt the rush of air as the paw narrowly missed her, the force of it enough to tell her that a hit would be devastating. Her attack, however, had found its mark. Her newly developed crystalline sabers sank into the thick fur and then the thick skin beneath, rending the muscle as the teeth cut a deep passage beneath flesh.

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