winners bell

her dark brows furrowed with annoyance at a bird that alerted her presence aloud-, CAW! CAW! CAW! her ears fell flat from the disturbing alarm as sol glared above with disdain. the loner returns her gaze ahead, coming to spot the larger female. a lovely navy blue specimen with rosettes and gold liner; a shame to meet on such graces. soleste strides forward until pausing into a firm stance just a few meters away-, her pale pink gaze unwavering with an unmovable confrontation. "tsk.. too beautiful to desire such trouble.., amour(love)..," she spoke with a poisonous tone that slithered out her fanged jowls. her pupils narrow- a subtle notion of her dangerous intent. "That is what they use to tell me." & like the wind, she began to move without solid form it seemed; her body blurring as she bolted into action with no yield. she aimed to meet the other's maw, fangs exposed & ready to cling onto the stranger without hesitation.


soleste vs widow for dominance
round: 1/2
age: over 1yr
size: large
build: balanced
skills: beginner fighter & beginner intellectual
specialty: n/a

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