Let Us Fight

N/A · 08-06-2014, 11:36 PM

Sparring. That's what the young woman needed. Fighting. The girl needed to loosen her bones and let out her anger on whatever she could get those tiny little paws on. And last spar she had lost to the violet queen...and feeling quite ashamed with herself, she made off. Hanging around with her dear friend Bass and making herself comfortable with the world. No more of that. She needed to feel blood slush through her mouth. To feel claws rake down her sides and to feel that warm blood of hers slide down her tan fur like a snake. Yes...
Wren slowly rose off the grassy earth, a howl ripping through the air. One that called her- told her to come to them. A spar. The woman immediately began to propel herself toward the howl, dirt and dust thrown up at her heels as she ran. And finally, after about an hour of running and walking, she arrived. This woman was multi-colored...brown with a bit of white. Her eyes were emerald, like hers...too bad she just wanted to claw them out.
She would slowly make her way in front of the dame, a smile outstretching the edges of her neat inky black lips. But those lips would part, and soft lyrics would gently roll away from them. "Salutations. The names Wren-...and I wish you good luck." With that, the tricolor babe gradually began to set all of her defenses. All the defenses she knew, that was.
Slowly would Wren push out all four of her limbs, distributing weight to each of her four paws for even balance on the ground. Her toes would outstretch and act as nails into the ground, digging in and securing her balance upon the ground. Knees would bend ever so slightly as an addition to her balance- while her head and tail lowered and rose to align with her spine. Her lip curled into a snarl, in which scrunched up the delicate flesh upon her muzzle and slackened her jaw. Ears would pine back against her skull, and with a roll of her shoulders to bunch the flesh on her neck, she would lift her hackles and tighten her abdomen safely. To top it off, the woman narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her brows to protect those emerald gems of hers.
"You may have the first move..."
- - - -

WREN v EMILY
zero - one - two
for spar

DEFENSES listed in...fourth paragraph.
ATTACKS none
INJURIES none
"Speech"

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