Devil's Playground

Truly it had been a while. Far, far too long. But she had returned to him. She had missed him terribly, and her need for his rule had been what brought out the search. Her instability without Sin was greater than before. Perhaps after a certain incident it had been made worse... But that was a tale outside of Alacritia. Head would dip respectfully to him, breathing out. “Far too long. But such is the cruelty of time.” Gaze would lift, her blue eyes gentle. “But in my absence I have remained faithful. You have no need to worry for such thing. I would not allow another to get close to me as you have.” She could see his eyes roaming her form, and, making an educated guess, she spoke on it.

The eight feet that separated them was enough of a distance. Ears would flick some, ever attentive as he spoke to her. No... In the past she would have never dared attempted to spar another. Let alone Sin. But such a man deserved perfection in his eyes, and the woman was tired of being a burden. She wanted to break her comfort zone, to become stronger and be what he so deserved. Become a mother her children could become more proud of, rather than simply seeing her as their dam. Perhaps that was why they had not stayed with her. That... Or perhaps their draw to find their father was what truly caused them to stray.

By his indication she was to make the first move, and she would give a nod. “I would not expect you to go easy.” It was true enough -- she would learn by doing. There would be no holding back... Even if this meant that a healer was likely going to be needed by the end of this fight.

The female would set her defenses first and foremost. Ears would naturally pin back against the skull, her eyes narrowing into slits. Head would lower, aligning with her spine, as she scrunched her neck. Chin would tip forward, shoulders rolling towards her front end as well. Tail would tuck below her body as she distributed her weight across her limbs. Knees would bend in readiness, legs spread in a widened stance. Finally her own hackles would raise, making the small woman look a bit bigger than she actually was. While she was not intimidating she was certainly going to give this a shot.

A low growl, almost experimental, would leave her own jaws as she surged forward. There was a chance of movement from Sin, of course, but that was all part of the danger in a fight. Jaws would part, preparing for a more or less head on charge. Once she got closer Arietta would shift her weight to her hid legs, pushing onto the ground to lift her front half into the air. Her left foreleg would aim to land on the front of Sin’s right shoulder whereas her right foreleg would aim to wrap around his neck in a bear-hug like movement. Finally Arietta would let her jaws snap towards Sin’s own muzzle in hopes of clamping down upon it and keeping him from using his own fangs.

Arietta vs Sin For Spar || Round::: I // II