The Thunder Rolls
09-13-2014, 10:40 AM
Marbled vision would look to her king, head still tilted downward. Talons would claw into the muddied earth as she would debate on her approach. To attack him without warning or to be formal? Ah, but was it not a chance to show him her full capability? Head would pull itself up in its noble setting and she would make her way to Bass, merely an inch or so from him. She slithered forward, left cheek to his right - hairs reaching out to tickle his skin. Lightning and thunder clashed loudly as she would speak - gods encouraging her. Naharar. One dark, whispered word that would seem like thousands. She would take in the king's aroma before taking a step back. Had it been any other battle, she would have simply bound into the war without further words. Surprise giving her a temporary advantage. But this was no war, rather a battle of royals for a rank. Body would then circle the male once, eyes zoning in on any areas of weakness. Playing attacks through her mind carefully. Her tread would end back in front of the king. Body shifting so that she faced him perfectly, fore paws resting a good foot from him now. She would give him a chance to gather his thoughts and allow the king to deny or accept the challenge she summoned him to. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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