ooc;; I want to spar with someone who isn't afraid of scarring and will take hits because I will take sever damage with this girl. I want there to be blood EVERYWHERe It was building, rage and madness bubbling up beneath the surface and ready to explode forward. Massive beast twitched and seethed, the tension rolling off her in waves that could very well knock over another who dared to approach her. Head was hung low, nose dragging only a few inches above the ground, solid white eyes flittering too and fro as if scanning the battlefield. She wanted to taste blood, she needed to carve this madness into the flesh of another. Pelt rippled, barely containing the massive beast that slumbered beneath all the muscle and flesh. Everything was wrong, everything felt wrong. She felt like she needed to rip her flesh apart and shed her skin. She needed to be reborn. Teeth clacked together as jaws worked, clenching and unclenching as salivating jaws snapped at the air. She needed to carve this madness into the flesh of another, she need to feel. And so she would walk, lumbering form heading for the dead centre of the battleground, moving straight for the section of land she had sparred on so many times before. She knew this area, had fought in it even before her sight had fled her. Head would lift as her paws found even ground, shoulders rolling back to stretch out tense muscles. Yes? This would do perfectly. Head tipped back, a solumn howl slithering from vocals to call for a battle. Not a spar. A battle. She wanted to bleed.

She was born of blood and fire. There was no stopping her. She was a creature of slaughter and death. The taste of anothers flesh excited her to the very core. Was it a curse? Or a blessing. She enjoyed her life. The fae was -happy- so to say. Though, her evil whore of a sister had come into the works all of the sudden. She was not excited about her sisters arrival. Touching her brother. Who DARES touch Neios but Nausica? Only Cascade did. And that made the massive she-devil furious. The black babe was one of the murderous types. She was an interesting one. A taste for slauther and lust murdered her chances at sanity. It was those desires that killed her internally. Every waking moment the woman wanted to feel the rush of the feeling of that crimson fluid seeping through her massive paws. It was horribly, yet wonderful all in the same.

war

The call of another filled her ebony ears. Her paws were already on the grounds of battle as she shot up. Her tail was now erect and her eyes narrowed in excitement. Oh how excited the bitch was. To fight another! Though, she was not a fair fighter. The girl loved to win. No matter what it took. But, it was a hard thought, she did not want to put a target on her back. Nausica may be bloodthirsty but she was no idiot. Her huge paws carried her further and further into the battle-lands as the scent grew stronger. She saw an ebony creature before her. One of beauty and destruction. Scars fluttered across her lovely body and her eyes seemed to be glossed over. She looked beautiful. Nausica did have a thing for battle scarred bitches and it was obvious with her salivating jowls. She slithered on closer with a nod of her head and a smirk upon those inky lips. "Shall we, my beautiful creature?"

Without another thought she got set. Her paws spread evenly to distribute her hefty weight. Talons dug into the earth for more stability. She tightened her core to brace for impact. Knees bent to allow her more mobility. Ears flattened to her skull and eyes narrowed to protect her upper bits of her face. Inky lips curled up to explose alabaster fangs and to protect her cheeks. Hackles puffed up to protect her neck and shoulders from vital bites. A long, ink dipped, tail was erect for balance. Paws were spread out to give an advance in mobility but stability at the same time. Her head was tucked to protect her neck. She was ready for battle, but was the girl before her as well?

NAUSICA v ZARA

spar

0/3

Defenses: refer to last para

Attack: first round :D

Injuries: first round :3

Notes: DO not go easy on me lerv!!

"Speech"

She would arrive in a wash of unnerving scents. Saxe. Newt? For a moment a whine would escape jaws, a soft longing sound but after a moment of breaking down the scents she realized it was not the woman she had once loved. No. It was a child. A bastard child of Newt and Kaios. Not that they were bastards... Zara had always loved the children, especially Salamander but the idea of Newt with another man still pained her. Was this one of the ones she knew? Or the younger litter Zara had refused to meet? Honey suckle words would slip from her lips and immediately a grin would spread across the old woman's lips. "Please make your first move. Make me bleed..." She had been unable to begin fights on her own since she had lost her sight, solely replying on her opponent to attack so she could counter. A smile would slip across her features as she allowed massive paws to splay and balance herself. Joints would loosen as crooked tail arched between her hind legs. It didn't need to be any more damaged then it already was? Frayed ears would pin her her skull as eyes narrowed to protect the useless orbs. Lips curled back, pulling loose flesh up to further protect her eyes as head lowered to be held parallel with spine. Shoulders rolled forward, chin tipped down and lower jaw would unhinge to protect throat as much as possible. Back arched, stomach tightening to gather core strength. A hind paw slid back a fraction on an inch. By the god she hoped this woman would charge straight at her? "Talk here." ZERO ONE TWO THREE