A Dead Wolf Tells No Tales [P]

No one had taught the damn child respect for her elder, given she'd murdered the only elders she's had. Well lucky for her, Destruction was here to give her the lesson of her life. Had she simply stayed down after Destruction's first swipe then it would've ended there. But no, the little wench kept fighting, kept coming at her, trying to hurt the she-devil. Her children would never be this stupid, she would make sure of it.

Much to the she-demon's satisfaction, her incisors found purchase, digging into the yearling's shoulder, easily puncturing the white fur, crimson liquid seeping easily from the wound. It wouldn't have been so bad for the kid had she not tried to pull away, deepening Destruction's fangs within her shoulder. The she-devil did nothing to make the wound more severe allowing the child to pull away. Swift moved away to stand not to far from her, eyes narrowed in a glare as she flung what she thought to be insults. A bellowing laugh boomed from her massive chest. You stupid child! You think your pathetic words insult me?! You merely speak what I already know foolish girl. I should severe your damn head from your shoulders for speaking to me in such a way!

Nostrils flared wide, Swift's blood pungent in the air, chest expanding and deflating in an attempt to control her blood-lust. It was becoming difficult for to restrain herself, wanting nothing more than to clamp her powerful jaws about the youth's neck and listen to the sickening crunch of her spine severing. She held herself back though, for reasons unknown to her at the moment. And the. The white she-wolf was circling her, coming around to her right shoulder before she launched herself towards the massive onyx dame, aiming for her shoulder. Destruction was ready for her. Frame was dropped quickly to the ground, allowing the girl's teeth to find small purchase against her shoulder, fangs scraping against her skin before the vixen rose to her feet quickly, using the youth's momentum to propel her up and over Destruction's powerful body to land in a heap nearby.

Crown whipped around, lips curled back in a blood-thirsty snarl, ready to rip into her downed opponent when suddenly Diabolitio spoke up, his own blood-curling snarl erupting into the atmosphere as be strode forward, reprimanding Swift and siding with the dark dame. Wise words for a stranger. the dame spoke, his having agreed that disrespect was unacceptable winning him points in her book. Gaze was returned to the fallen youth, awaiting her next move.


Round 2/4

No dodges used

Injuries: shallow scratch to her underbelly, another shallow scrape to her shoulder

Attack: none

Defense: dropped to the ground to avoid a full bite before suddenly standing up to ram into swift and knock her over