Goddess Awakened

The sun had awakened, and throughout the morning, the lone charcoal fae had slept peacefully. She dreamt of tasting blood on her tongue, of swimming in a pool of the crimson liquid. She'd woken up some time during the early afternoon, to the disappointing realization that her joys in blood had all been made up by her restless imagination. The ebony girl sighed, stood, and stretched her limber body. She either needed to find someone who needed some killing done, or she needed to at least fight. However, since arriving at Alacritis, the girl had noticed a depressing lack in vengeful canines who dared not bring death to another by their own paws. Many of the wolves she'd come in contact with were polite, peace loving, and generally lacked any ill-nature. But she'd heard of a place where warriors tended to congregate, to cool down their heated blood. Perhaps this prevented these hot-blooded wolves from killing others? After all, it had been whispered to her that the Battlefields were not a place to kill.

Sri Simin sighed again. She had a strong desire to kill today, but she supposed she would hold her desire at bay. At least this way, she would still be able to feel blood on her teeth and even get in some exercise. It wasn't the same as being conniving, killing from the shadows, sneaking poison into her victim's body. But it would still work. Her sturdy limbs brought her lean, midnight body to the place where the Battlegrounds were said to be held. Not long after, there was a summoning call from a potential challenger. Sri gladly loped in the direction. Instinct told her to hide, to attack from the shadows and dart away, to slowly weaken her opponent until she could successfully make a kill. But she remembered the rules, and decided to attempt to be a noble creature, if only for a day. Licking her black jaws in anticipation, she slowed when she saw the figure who had to be the caller. Her opponent was several inches taller, and looked as though she weighed a bit more. But she still had the appearance of an agile figure. Sri grinned, giggling softly. A girl after her own heart. "Shall I introduce myself?" Amber orbs seemed to glow with ill intent.

"My lovely mother gave me a title - not quite a name, but it works just as well. I am called Sri Simin." Her voice was a lilt, a high-pitched, but soft tone. The charcoal female bowed her head in respect, though her mischievous grin did not leave her maw. Though her paws itched for movement, her stomach grumbled for blood, the girl did not move. She would not move. She would wait for her opponent to strike first, so that she may see how to best battle her. In preparation for an attack, her body crouched low, perhaps lower than most, her chin tucked against her chest to protect her vital throat, her limbs spread to balance out her body, claws digging into the earth for more stability, eyelids squinting to protect her eyes, ears folding back and pressing tightly against her skull, her tail stiff and standing level with her spine. No matter the attack, Sri was confident that she would be ready for it.

SRI SIMIN vs. FREYJA for SPAR
ROUND: 1/3.
ATTACK: None.
DEFENSE: In preparation for an attack, her body crouched low, perhaps lower than most, her chin tucked against her chest to protect her vital throat, her limbs spread to balance out her body, claws digging into the earth for more stability, eyelids squinting to protect her eyes, ears folding back and pressing tightly against her skull, her tail stiff and standing level with her spine.