LIKE A HOUSE IN A HURRICANE
A crowd had begun to grow rapidly, surrounding the arena in numbers far to vast. It would take far to much time for the pale Queen to arrive, and when she finally did, she thought it necessary to give a speech. A bored sigh would roll from her lips, her gaze slipping towards Maija who had taken a seat beside her. Slowly her nieces and nephew would trickle in, taking a seat around herself and their mother. Verdant gaze would rest on the red Queen, a smirk tugging at her lips as her voice lashed out like a whip towards her adversary. Her friend would attack without warning, lunging towards her opponent, giving the woman little time to prepare. Out of the corner of her eye, a pale form would slink forward, one that was unfortunately familiar. Tattered ears would swivel on top of her crown, as she became aware of the ghosts growing proximity. Before snarls could leave the girls mouth, the Queen was rising, turning to face the girl. Lips peeled back over ivory daggers as hackles lifted. The power hungry bitch could only be after one thing. Her crown. She paid no attention to the crowd that had begun to gather, paid them little attention, her gaze focusing on only one. Defenses slid naturally into place. Eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, ears pinned tightly against her crown, her skull would align with her spine as chin tucked against her throat, shoulders rolled forward to push extra fat and fur around her vitals, hackles lifted high as her tail flagged out behind her, ready to provide balance. Abdominal muscles tightened, as powerful limbs spread and squared themselves, bending slightly for better balance, her toes would spread as well, claws digging into the ground for traction. A vicious snarl would rip free from creamy jaws as she stepped forward to meet her opponent in a new arena. The pale girl was only a few inches smaller than herself, leaving both nearly equally matched in height and weight. But the newly appointed Queen was not phased in the least. Tongue rolled angrily behind fangs as she attempted to close the distance to only a few feet. She would stand tall, an air of confidence surrounding her, blood would be shed today, and one of them would fall, but this girl was after her crown, and she would defend it.
No words would be spoken. She had nothing to say to this foolish girl who thought so highly of herself, no matter of her previous victories. Muscles coiled beneath her russet pelt as the Queen launched herself forward, jaws opened slightly. She would charge her adversary head on, stepping to her left at the last moment. Her right shoulder would aim to collide with the righter portion of the girls chest, right in the natural groove between the shoulder and chest, hoping to dislocate the shoulder, or at least bruise the area. Jaws unhinged fully as fangs aimed themselves at the right side of Artemis?s throat. The Queen intended to use her height advantage, no matter how slight, jaws aimed themselves higher up on her opponents neck, behind a pale ear, wanting a grip that would give her control over the bitch. Next her left forelimb will come off the ground, her weight shifting onto her remaining three legs, and she will aim to have the appendage land across her opponents neck, just before the shoulders. Her goal is to put pressure along the girls neck. High legs would have moved back several inches, her right hind leg slight farther back then the left to support her weight and help in preventing her from being knocked backward.
DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, skull level with spine, chin tucked, shoulder scrunched forward, hackles lifted, tail flagged out, abdominal muscles tight, legs squared and bent, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction
INJURIES: None, first round, (though possible bruising to her right shoulder if she collides with Arts chest/shoulder) |
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