*crooks finger*

(I hope you don't mind me snagging this.)

Fur was tangled and dingy on the woman. Clumps started to gather near her rump and tail, bits of debris sticking out. Skin hung close to the bones, but only tight enough so that some of the ribs could be made out beneath the winter coat. Damn it was cold. For such an awful looking and dirty wolf, sea-green eyes shone uncharacteristically clear. The drugs had worn off, she had forgotten to get more, winter hit, and the rest was history. It was cold now, and Hani hurt. Not physically, but it had been so long since she had been without her drugs. She wasn't used to thinking without them. The first few days had been pure hell, pure hell. The woman couldn't even find a proper den, she was sure she was going to die. Her head had felt like it was splitting in two. She couldn't do anything about it, and she used to be a healer. She used to be a healer.

Finally, after what seemed like and eternity, the woman was able to rise. she was able to do more than just drink small amounts of water to live. An echo of the headache remained, but through that fog, Hani was able to find a small meal. The thin woman had pulled herself through it, even if just barely. How long had it really been? It was winter now, so Hani knew she had been on her medicine for a good chunk of time. The thought sent a chill down her spine, especially knowing that if she had a chance, she would probably take them again in a heartbeat. Without her medicinals, she felt vulnerable. Without her medicinals, she simply felt like she felt too much. Her exterior felt numb, while her inner thoughts and feelings felt like teeth gnawing at her very being. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to stop.

A call rang out for a spar and, at first, Hani ignored it. What use was a spar to her? After a minute, though, the idea started feeling appealing. Nothing was really at risk, right? Hani felt like she could think straight enough to fight and that it might distract her from her current state. Maybe it would release some of her pent up feelings. While contemplating the pros and cons of sparring, Hani made it to the battlefield and, before her mind was entirely made up, she found herself in front of her opponent.

Hani looked over the woman, her eyes widening. Did she really want to do this? She nodded at the woman and found a stance to ready herself for the first attack, challenger goes first, right? Wait- did she even decide that she wanted to do this? Hani let out a breath, her eyes narrowing. It was all coming back to her, but why was she doing this?

Hani's defenses began to play out slowly. Her tail tucked and her hackles rose, stance widening for balance. Her paws splayed wide, nails digging into the dirt for traction. Her ears tucked, and her shoulders rolled forward to protect her neck, tucking her chin, while her face and eyes scrunched together for added protection of her face and neck. Her pale head evened out with her body and her knees bent, evenly distributing her weight and lowering her center of gravity.

The woman let out another breath and she found herself giving her opponent a small nod. Now she was ready, "Come at me," she breathed, "Fight me."


Warja vs Esti:
Round 0/2 for Spar