"speech"

Her eyes dwindled and her ears were held flat against her cranium. Her shoulders hunched forward, as her head craned. Her abdomen was held tight as she aligned her head with her spinal column. By this time, her opponent had tried twisting away to face her shoulder. But seeing as the woman was smaller, she definitely had agility on her side. Her head was held low, as her icy dwindled orbs would never allow the charcoal woman to stay out of sight. But in spite of all her preparation canined met flesh and the opponent managed to get a fraction of her before it came to an end, crimson liquid stained her russet pigmentation. Slowly, like the manifesting shadows of the nocturnal air, the succubus approached the other in steps of snake like grace, weaving her way around the bends and stalking the vicious woman as if she knew her well. She knew the fight was over, her opponent gave up like a weakling. But she could not say she was not surprised to see that spark inside of her, she never expected a fight in the first place. The woman was interesting. Fragile wrists extend out in order to place a pad on her opponnent head, acting on the illusion that there's barely any meat underneath the isabelline-white flesh but she proved otherwise. Her fur was rather long but extraordinarily soft, stroked lushly, what was before groomed to near perfection now befalls with stray locks of hair."You are not going to die." edgy sonated, dry throat, exhaustation took over her, her voice anything but proof, "Do you know your place now?"

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She wasn't sure what would happen next but she was still in her defensive pose. The beauty of the canine before her was stunning now compared to the strength she had proven she held. Her body was like a snake ready to stick but her eyes held much more then that. There was anger and pride bubbling there. How someone could know pride and own it with her build no one would ever know. Did some people just get born with pride or did it grow over time? Whatever it was that gene was not in her system and all that grew in her day to day was fear.

She watched with frightful eyes as she approached. Her body telling many things yet giving away none at the same time. Would she strike again at her flesh? Would she tear her apart? It was then that she noticed something odd about her combat buddy. It wasn't a she. The wolf had parts of a male. She eyes grew wide but she looked only for a moment before a paw was place upon her head which cause a nasty soreness to spread from her eyes to the tips of her ears. The wound she'd gotten in the fight smarting with fierce anger at the slightest movement of the paw. She was almost too overwhelmed in pain to realize she was being spoken too.. Piecing the words together in quick succession. She wasn't going to die. Good but did that mean she was going to torture her instead? Next she was asked a question she truly didn't know the answer too but the pain in her skull shouted for her to say yes so that she would remove the source of pain. "Yes." Her response was weak and hoarse sounding but her eyes held to the other dames.

"speech"


Given the intensity of the storm the den they were in would have been easy to miss. They were small mounds in a wintry world where everything was the exact same shade of brilliant white. The only thing that gave any contrast was the dark and endless sea of swirling grey above. Indeed, had they not been directly in the Avalanche's way she would have thought twice before leaping inside however no-one would ever have found them alive if that amount of snow hit them directly. Inside their house of snow, the babe fears as well as could be expected. Their energy had run out  during the fight but in huddling together at first before it they had at least repelled frostbite for now. With their stiffened limbs there was no crawling out of the entrances, and indeed they were sealed with fresh fallen snow. They cannot wait for others to come rescue them, they have to do this on their own. But how? A sigh escaped voluptous lips before her pomegranate gaze fell upon the woman. "We will die if we do not get out of here. We will starve to death if the cold does not get us first. Do you understand?" edgy and dark, the sonates that came forth were unlike her however this was a situation she never had to handle before. "We need to escape or this will be our tomb."

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