I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

Nova a bit bruised broke away from the male with a snarl, she had won but she knew it was far from over, she needed to keep fighting. To fight until she could no more, was the meaning of being a fighter in her own views. She wanted to fight for Ethne, for her frightened brother, and maimed leader. These idiots maimed them when she only sought to amend things. But they signed their doom by aiming low with her younger brother. These wretched wolves deserved nothing but the sharp end of someone's fangs.

Then a light-pelted wolf went to her with darker desires than the previous opponent. She snarled as the female went to for her neck, managing to snag the loose skin of it. Angry Nova aimed to reach the woman's scruff attempting to bite on it and trash her head to the sides wanting to rip flesh from the bitch. She felt a sharp pain in her chest with Sidur's bracers slicing her skin slightly but still painful.

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