Sick of it all [Dominance]

The world was hers to mold, as she so desired. Those that lingered in the depths of Amenti belonged to her and her family. They were all their possessions. She had been ever vigilant with boarder patrol. It seemed new wolves were flocking in like flies on shit since her wonderful father had claimed the pack. Why wouldn?t they? He was a god to be admired, He had a voice to be heard and he was force to fear and respect. She adored him and why wouldn?t others? Why wouldn?t they be so attracted to the king who held the Amenti throne? However, she was not ignorant to the laws and the laws stated trespassing was a zero tolerance.

The aroma of Tortuga filled her lungs and anger boiled in her veins. How Dare one of those wolves trespass into their domain! Did they know nothing of the dangers their family possessed? Well, the insolent wolf that had so obliviously ignored the aroma of the borders would be in for a serious hurting. She lowered herself to the ground, almost dragging her belly. Her ears were glued to her skull and her tail was tucked against her underbelly. She looked as if she were groveling but the distance was still far enough that she could not see the transgressor and they could not see her. She crawled slowly and carefully creating as little noise as possible. Her emerald gaze shifting over the area as the infuriating aroma of Tortugan grew ever nearer.

Her toes were splayed as she pulled her body slowly along. She managed to center her body and her fur had stood on end with her aggression and added protection of her skin. Her jaws were open and at the ready. Slowly she moved and quietly. She wanted the wolf so caught up in what ever they were doing that they sensed nothing wrong. Felt no presence and knew nothing of their impending doom. She would make her father proud! Vyv wasn?t the only one who could make the world bleed and she would prove her worth.

Finally the wolf in question was in her gaze. She paused in her movements. Allowed her body to settle low and continue with her defenses. She was approaching from the left, the females body on a very sharp angle as she silently collected her herbs, Syren was still far enough to not cause a disturbance as she watched the woman eager collect the herbs she was searching for. She was seemly distracted and eager to collect as much as she could. Syren drank in the woman?s appearance. She was young and slightly larger then herself. She was about four or five inches taller and perhaps and little lighter in weight. She wasn?t quite built for brute strength just yet, however, her speed was to be unquestioned. She was a slim 90 pounds and was roughly about 30 inches tall. Not quite her adult weight or height just yet. She still had so major growing to do.

She took in a deep breath and pulled her body upright in a very slight crouch position. She tightened her abdomen, flattered her ears, narrowed her eyes and centered her body. Her toes opened and pushed into the ground for purchase. Her hair was upright and her shoulder pushed forward. Her head was lowered as she pushed off the ground with her back paws. Her nails dug deep into the ground as she launched herself forward. The distance was still great between them and she was hoping to use it to her advantage to build up speed. She kept her tail low and level with her body. She ran on the tips of her toes and launched her body towards the back right side of Ashanti. She was aiming to slam her right shoulder into the back right portion of Ashanti?s ribs. Her head was pulled to the side, head down to protect her throat, and her jaws were open and ready to grab at anything she could. She was attempting to slam her right side of her body into Ashanti?s and possibly knock the woman off balance. She was hoping that Ashanti would maintain her fixated gaze on her herbs until it was too late. If she were successful then she would attempt to push her body onto the woman and attempt to bite and hold what ever she could grab.

Syren vs. Ashanti for dominance

Round one of three

ATTACKS: Attempting to slam her right shoulder into the ride side of Ashanti's body at the lower portion of her rib cage. She is attempting to slam her body's full force into her side and knock her to the ground. If she is successful then she will also attempt to push her body over hers and bite to hold what ever she can.

DEFENSES: body lowered to the ground, narrowed eyes, tightened abdomen, splayed toes, tail level with her body, head lowered to protect throat, body centered, fur raised, jaws open, nails digging into the ground, and running on toes.

INJURIES: None