Everything Ends (Ebony Meeting)

*Sindri* · 05-05-2015, 06:18 PM

There's a smidgeon of strong language below.

As Kass visibly crumbled Sindri pressed closer to comfort him. His words stalled her efforts and she stilled, going numb as the warmth of her body seemed to drain out the soles of her paws. Disbelief froze her features in a mask of horror. She couldn't believe it. Couldn't fathom a life without her brother. They'd been through hell together; he couldn't be gone, it just wasn't possible. But Kassander wouldn't lie. He wouldn't put on such a show for a cruel laugh. It had to be true, but it couldn't possibly be. Sindri's expression crumbled as tears stung her eyes and she found herself suddenly unable to breath.

A ringing in her ears made listening difficult. The words spoken by Katja sounded distance and warped, almost as if there was water in her ears. She just wanted to be alone. At the moment she didn't care who was in charge or what their plans were. All she wanted was the chance to mourn her brother's passing by herself. That is, that's what she wanted to do until the gross mirth by a new arrival halted her progress. Going ridged, Sindri turned slowly to stare disbelievingly at the brute. His smug, ratty little face leered at her, at all of them, as he mocked their sorrow. Once again she went cold. Her voice a stunned whisper, she breathed, "How dare you." Her hackles rose, her ears flattened, her eyes narrowed and her lips peeled back in a threat.

Suddenly she was rushing forward, seeking to come at the brute from the front in the hopes of closing the distance to a mere two feet so she could get in his face and tell him just how much of an ignorant asshole he was. Sindri's voice rose with her temper, each word laced with righteous anger. "Listen here, you giggling idiot. We're such a "fun group" because my brother died today." Her words became a hiss, each one laced with enough venom to kill a small mammal. "And your lot is being given -yes, given- this pack because that's what Kassander thinks is best. Given. There was no glory. No victory. No effort worth praising. Let me put it in words more your speed: it's like giving a stick to a pup. So you," she sneered, nose wrinkling in disgust, "Can wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. I'm not going to stand here and let you make a mockery of my brother's passing. He was a greater wolf than you'll ever be, you limp dick." Sindri began to shake, her grief suddenly catching fire and flaring into a white hot rage. She would wipe that smug look off his face if she had to peel his lips off to do so.

You know what? That sounded like a damn good idea.

Sindri kicked off suddenly, seeking to close the distance between them rapidly. She sought to come at him head on but slightly catty-cornered so that the center of her chest was lined up with the outer front of her opponent's right shoulder. The slight fae went ridged as she tensed her muscles, straightened her spine and lifted her tail so it was parallel to the ground; these defenses enabling her to rise up on her hind legs as she began her assault. Sindri jutted her chest out in the hopes of driving the center of it into the center of the right side of her opponent's neck. As she did so her left foreleg rose in the hopes of sliding over the back of the brute's neck just behind the base of his skull where she hoped to hook her left forepaw just behind and beneath his left jawbone. She sought to obtain a grip that would not only support her weight but give her leverage over Kaprasius. Her right forepaw also snaked forward as she sought to capitalize on what little sideways movement her forelimbs were capable of. Sindri sought to slam the upper portion of her right foreleg into the upper portion of her opponent's windpipe in the hopes of choking him while curving her right forepaw around the left side of his neck just below his left jawbone. This final move would hopefully strengthen her potential hold on Kaprasius' neck and restrict the movements of his head.

To better her stance Sindri slid her left hindpaw several inches behind her left one, her stance widening and her toes splaying as she sought to create an unshakable foundation.

Finally, chin tucking and shoulders rolling forward, Sindri's jaws parted, crown tipping to her left slightly, as she leaned forward in the hopes of sinking her fangs into her opponent's face. She hoped to drive her upper teeth into the brute's right eye with the intention of blinding it. Simultaneously she sought to hook her lower teeth into the right corner of Kapra's mouth and drive upwards in a move that would hopefully mutilate the side of his face from mouth to eye. If he liked leering so much then he could wear the expression permanently.

Briefly she wondered what she was getting in to. Clearly Katja didn't keep this ignorant fuck around for his brains, so she could only assume that somewhere under the unimpressive exterior lurked a fighter. It mattered little. He wasn't going to mar the day of her brother's passing with his stupidity. If it was the last thing she did, Sindri was going to put him on the ground.

This was for Sigmarr.

SINDRI versus KAPRASIUS
for BLINDING OF RIGHT EYE and SEVERE FACIAL SCARRING
Round ONE of UNDETERMINED

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