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Korona felt a wicked grin twist across her lips as the indignant voice rang out, sharp and defensive. The fog still curled around them, thick and suffocating and in the way. But the audacity cut through and stung her ears. "I ought to be asking YOU that?" Fucking!— The words made something primal flare inside her, something damn impulsive. Normal for Korona.

“Oh, yeah?” Korona mocked, her voice cutting through the fog with a biting edge. “You must be more lost than I thought, thinking you can talk to me like that.” Her growl vibrated in her chest, each word dripping with a challenge. Korona was a Raider, and Raiders didn’t take kindly to spittle being thrown their way, regardless of fault.

The shadow lunged, but Korona was no stranger to impulsive, reckless fights. The second she felt the girl move, Korona surged forward to meet her, paws tearing at the loose earth.

Korona shoved back with every ounce of force she had. The indignation of the challenge burned hot in her veins, fueling her wild grin and defiant heart. Let’s see if the bark is as big as the bite. She grappled, aiming to bear hug the other girl. As her opponent hadn’t gone for a bite, neither would she.

Korona vs Astaroth for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Quills (Defensive)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Intellectual


WC: 211
Total: 1188



"Korona Vanity Fallen"