Lets Get Ready To Win

Roselin was terribly bored. This place had a lot to be desired, and while their willowy home was perfect and away from those that would annoy them, it also kept out all the Fun. Ambrose had had his fill, sparring days prior to test out the waters of this place, and now Ros wanted her turn. She longed to taste blood upon her smirking lips, feel her teeth sink into feeble and worthless flesh. So, she decided, she wouldn't wait any longer. So without a word to her beloved brother, or their puny little mouse, she ventured off, knowing that Ambrose could join her if he so pleased. The way she had smiled in the morning, the certain glint in her eye and the way her smirk curled just so before she left would have been enough for Ambrose to know what she wanted.

With a brisk trott, elegance breathing in every movement, she moved from their willowy home to the place that reeked of lesser wolves' blood. Here she would meet her new prey, calling for her to come and taste his blood and his flesh. Her eyes were half lidded, shining in a dangerous light and her smile never left her face. She moved towards him, her large but fragile looking form almost towered over him with the four inches she had on the man. She giggled at his scars, his eyes glittering as she stood a good ten feet from him. Scars spoke of weakness, it meant he was never good enough to not get hit. So she slowly lowered her head, her delicate paws seperating as she gazed at him. "You first." She spoke slowly, her gaze narrowng just so.

Ros vs. Eriandus
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For spar