HORRIBLE SANITY

*Six* · 02-14-2014, 05:21 PM

It was the day. She was going to fight the Red King. Or whoever had the throne. Six could care less. The daemon just wanted the throne. The number had heard so much about how the throne did not matter, it was how you held yourself within that throne. If the throne did not matter then how would you be able to sit down and expect others to respect you? Wolves read way to much into it. Isardis.. Sendoa.. Everyone read way to much into it. Six was a woman of the Wolf. The wolves way was her code. To be a strong leader. To be a faithful mate. To be a strict and reliable woman. The girl was born to be what she may come that day. It was her duty.

Her massive two toned paws fell upon the muddy earth as she slithered through the battlefields. It was raining, which she did not mind. It made it more interesting. Her tail was high and her head was higher. Six was ready. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up to the dim sky, no sun was found. The mud would throw the more off balance and would play into the fight. But, it was just more fun. To her at least. Her head tilted up to the dull sky as her song was emitted from those inky jaws. She beckoned forth the leader of Amenti for their throne.

The behemoth got ready. With her eyes already narrowed she squared her shoulders and bent her knees. As she got lower the woman aligned her ebony tail with her spine for maximum balance. Her claws dug into the earth and her hackles were raised. She was slightly more eased then usual for the throne may be just handed to her. But, some Wolves were dirty and fought unfair. She would be ready even if the fight was not near starting. She really hoped Aldoro would show, she really did. The girl did not care about anyone else. Just her mate. She wanted to make him proud.

Six v Virgil

for amenti

0/3

Defenses: With her eyes already narrowed she squared her shoulders and bent her knees. As she got lower the woman aligned her ebony tail with her spine for maximum balance. Her claws dug into the earth and her hackles were raised

Attack: n/a

Injuries: (pre-existing lung injury that occurs after a long amount of physical activity. Should only play a part in the last round or so.)

Speech,

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