TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge

Aerndís had started to follow the handsome male when some wormy little slut opened her stupid little mouth.  Well… Aern had wanted a fight and there was no question the lavender-eyed woman probably deserved it.  A sick grin spread across the gladiator's maw.  "Ohhhh I wasn't aware the poor wittle prince wasn't able to make his own decisions.  Does he need his baby girl's permission to live his life?  Or is he merely his mothers pawn?"  She doubted very much that the handsome male was merely Arcanum's puppet.  He seemed quite capable of making his own decisions.  "And why the fuck do you care?  You his nanny or something…. girlfriend maybe?  Stand back love.  I'll show you how a real woman pleasures her man."

Yet it seemed the youth was not inclined to move except by force.  Aerndís moved to face across from Meinx, eyes drifting to Qanik for a moment.  Well, good to know there was another wolf in Solstice with some backbone.  "That's quite alright, I can take her.  I don't know the alpha pair as well as you go support them.  Leave the trash to me."

With a smirk, the goddess readies herself for the time honored tradition of battle.  The thrill of violence makes her blood run hot and she thirsted for pain so sweet, for new scars to add to her growing collection.  Ears pin tightly to her skull as she aligns her head and tail with the rest of her spine, chin tucks against the curve of her neck while her abdomen tenses with anticipation.  Hackles bristle down her back as her shoulders roll forward, neck scrunching back to push fur, fat and dense muscle over her vitals.  Eyes narrow dangerously as her legs spread equidistant apart equally distributing her weight, limbs coil and bend, lowering her center of gravity.  Snow-dipped toes spread as her claws dig into the earth.  Maw parts, showing ivory fangs as she snarls.

Muscled limbs flex and uncoil as Aerndís launches head-on at Meinx in an attempt to close the distance between them.  She attempts to position herself just slightly to her own right in order to line up the top part of her left shoulder blade with the base of Meinx's neck in the center, right above the sternum as she aims to collide her shoulder with the other woman's windpipe, aiming to cause severe bruising to cripple her opponents breathing or at least knock the breath from her.

Fangs dart straight forward, as she aims for the other woman's nose, head tilting just slightly to her own left.  Aerndís attempts to dig her upper canines into the flesh right behind the top of Meinx's nose, her bottom canine's seeking to dig into the underside of Meinx's lower jaw about an inch from the front.  Aern's goal is to snap Meinx's foul jaws shut for a moment, shredding the woman's delicate nose in a brutal attempt at disfigurement.  She knows it's unlikely she could gain a solid grip.

Weight shifts to her back legs and right forelimb as her left forelimb lifts off the ground, already partly raised for the shoulder throw, as she aims to slam her left forepaw onto the toes of Meinx's left forepaw, aiming to sprain or even fracture the sensitive digits.  She will teach this whelp not to meddle so freely in affairs that do not concern her.

Aerndís vs Meinx for MAIM  (removal of nose)

Rd 1/?



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