don't punish the commoner, she'll bite back.
09-13-2014, 08:01 PM
The woman was appalled with her rank, all but demanding a new one. A humorless chuckle rolled off her tongue as she peered down at the woman. The preparation to fight was evident in her stance, her pale bodice would coiled, ready to attack at any moment. "Very well darling, lets see your potential?" Her skull would lower to align with her spin, chin tucking as her shoulders rolled forward to add extra fat around her throat. Ears pinned against the skull, eyes narrowed, her hackles would lift while lips peeled back to reveal ivory daggers. Her tail would align with her spine, ready to act as a rudder. Limbs would spread equidistant and bend at the joint while toes splayed and claws dug into the ground for traction. Jaws would unhinge slightly against her throat. A low guttural growl would rumble from her larynx. "Your move baby doll." Her abdominal muscles would tighten in preparation for the incoming attacking. Muscles would ripple beneath her pelt with sick anticipation. Adrenaline flooded her system, kicking her heart into overdrive and hitching her breathe. Several feet stood between them as the air crackled with tension. OOC: I'm good with 3-4 feet between them.
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