Fruition of dominion

Absinth's gaze flickered to Elysia as she heard the familiar feminine voice accepting her challenge. There was a sense of respect for the woman who opposed her, a fellow warrior with the same determination mirrored in her own eyes. Absinth was resigned to the fact that she cared for her pseudo-sister Elysia, but with her resolve to challenge her for the rank, their paths were now set to collide in a clash of wills and teeth.

A flicker of amusement danced across Absinth's features as she locked eyes with Elysia, acknowledging the challenge that hung in the air between them with a flick of her charcoal tail. A giggle. There was a certain thrill in facing off against a worthy opponent, and she could sense the intensity radiating from Elysia's stance. She was ready. But Absinth herself was more than ready to embrace the challenge, to prove herself worthy of the title she sought.

With an impish nod of respect towards Elysia, Absinth's lips curled into a wicked grin as she aligned her body with Ely’s. “So be it.” She purred, her voice laced with anticipation and dare. Her ears flattened against her skull, shoulders rolling as she distributed her weight and spread her toes in preparation for the fight. “Come, Elysia~” And with that, the stage was set for the battle for lead militant.


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