Dabbling

A change was happening within the beast before her, cracks forming on the barrier that caged the demon. She watched as the being struggled with herself, a battle raging on within. She let out a sound that make her shake, the sound that escaped her maw was not from this world. The change kept rolling onward, making her head reel as she tried to keep up. What was happening? How was she going to handle this? It was slightly frightening, but her fear would simply simmer next to her growing rage. Watching Sinister grow into a more terrifying creature, she knew that she had to let her anger win over if she wanted to live.

Her hissing words made her growl and snap her jaws. She may be small, but she was mighty when she let her feelings rule her. Othello's swinging moods only seemed to aid her in this situation, where in all others it hindered her greatly. A fight was coming, she could taste it in the air around them. The humidity from both their anger crackled between them like lightening, fueling them both. While a battle was looming, both pale females seemed to be putting it off, but why? Why had they simply not launched at each other like the animals they were? These thoughts would need to be thought over later, she couldn't concentrate on such things right now.

And snap she did. Those words tore through her, unlocking her own inner being. No words had the chance to pass her lips as she let out an angry roar, aiming to lock her jaws around Sinister's muzzle. It was the closest thing to her, and she hoped to taste her sweet blood in her mouth. Talk was over now, there was no time for that. Jumping away from the dame, she used her smaller, agile body to quickly leap out of the river and onto the soggy ground, no longer caring that it sucked at her paws. It teased her, trying to draw her into the ground. But no, she was faster. Hoping that she was faster than the white female, she attempted to again bite her, but this time along her white tail. It was a sensitive appendage, it would hurt if her blow indeed landed.

Othello let her hate fire rage, her purple eyes darkening as she stood upon the mostly solid ground. Her muzzle skin pulled upward, showing almost all of her teeth. A bloody battle was sure to unfold here, most likely going to be fast and vicious.

ooc : sorry for the shortness dear, I slammed my finger in a drawer and it hurts to type :(