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*Raisa* · 02-02-2014, 11:59 AM

Raisa heard the call to challenge, and her blood began to roil of it's own accord. It was the season of vivacity and vitality, and she was in heat besides. There was no heavy threat in the call, merely a challenge of strength and will... Raisa could not help but to accept. She grinned and looked to Koros. "Your Grace, please, your health is more im-" Raisa darted off towards the sound of the howl, her laughter tinkering on the wind like some sort of ethereal birdsong. She knew Koros would linger where it was safe, and wait for her to return and collect him. She pushed the fox from her mind, focusing on what was at hand. It was not long before she came upon the dark fae who had issued the summons, finding her wary and ready for whoever came calling. She was larger than Raisa, but only slightly, and far less lean. Raisa would most likely have the benefit of speed and agility, and made a mental note of that before she slunk forwards to engage.

A chuckle bubbled from her, wrapping around her languid paw steps and lean form before filtering out into the air. "You rang?" she asked, her sanguine voice low and sweet. Raisa slid into her stance, the one her mother had taught her almost as soon as she was old enough to leave the den. Raisa's hackles raised, fur standing on spiked ends, giving her a demon's frame. Each paw was planted firmly and squarely on the ground, nails digging into the soft earth to keep her traction. She tensed her core, ready to spring this way or that if it was needed. Perhaps this fae would be quicker than she had guessed, and she would not be caught unprepared. The charcoal fae pinned her ears less they be caught in a maw, narrowed her eyes and wary of wayward fangs. Blindness was so unbecoming, after all. Her body was aligned with her center of gravity, tail erect to make certain her balance was steadfast. Saliva began to pool in her mouth. She was ready to begin.

RAISA vs. SIX for SPAR

ROUND 0 of 3

DEFENSES: Hackles raised, paws planted firmly and squarely, nails dug in for traction. Core tensed, ready to spring. Ears pinned, eyes narrowed. Body was aligned with her center of gravity, tail erect for balance.

ATTACKS: None

INJURIES: None

NOTES: Edit permission given by Canti to change rounds!

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