WC: 504
The tenebrous hybrid moved quietly through the trees. A soft breeze whispered by, tugging at her dense, dark pelt. To practice the art of War, the young woman had donned her humanesque shape, walking on two legs as the long-dead species had. Because Salvia had not required her immediate services, the Korean Jindo-wolf had trained in the early hours of the morning. She worked on power and precision, on speed and explosiveness. The shattered mind no longer comprehended the world as the mutated, humanesque wolves did. Save for her fighting, she no longer viewed the world through the eyes of a ‘Luperci,’ of a somehow more cognitive and intelligent ‘human’ wolf. Her existence was based on survival, and the way she functioned now—in Salsola as a slave—seemed to give her the best balance of survival and comfort for her training. And TaeKyung did not stop training simply because she was tired. She did not stop because her mind no longer felt a ‘higher’ sense of privilege and entitlement. She fought on because it was necessary for her survival. And she would not give up until her lifeblood was spilled upon the earth and the life was taken from her veins.
Black, horn-like auricles grew erect above her crania as the warning howl of her master rang out. Immediately the Korean was in motion, the sinew beneath her coat rippling as they generated power to move her swiftly through the trees. Salvia’s call had been one of danger. TaeKyung knew little of the pack’s dealings, as she did only what Salvia bid of her, but she had understood that recently, the boarders of Salsola had been breached. For the shattered mind, excitement was lifted by that knowledge, and her belligerence was encouraged. Sanguine jaws quivered with anticipation. Perhaps it was the season of sexual heat—and yet the carnally ignorant hybrid knew nothing of that aspect of live—or perhaps it was the promise of blood, but the wild frenzy within that dark soul haunted by the Pied One was infuriated.
She set foot within the ring as the enemy’s bellow pounded the air. Lunar orbs noted the presence of young, ranked Salsolans. From her encounter with Magnolia, and from the punishment she had received from the hand of that female, she had learned the consequence of ignoring all but Salvia. The Korean moved to place herself between the nearest youth—a black female with chartreuse and citron eyes, and took a stand. The golden septum ring glinted dully in the light as those sanguine jaws snarled at the intruders. The black plume waved behind her, and yet remained submissive in the presence of the Family. Flattened ears pressed forward—expressing aggression and yet kept the Taekwondo fighter inferior. And the black one did not attack. Fathomless, lunar orbs, narrow and exotic for their ethnic beauty, glowed with a white-hot flame as she sized up the enemy. Like an attack dog, she waited—eagerly with belligerent anticipation—for Salvia to set her loose.
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