In Need of Direction

Amy Sunders · 05-12-2012, 09:32 PM

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Amy ignored the dismissive snort. If he pushed her Amy could easily overthrow him in this form. It was her best one for fighting after all. Granted, optime had it's uses, and was the best one to use for the pure pleasure of cutting someone opening and tormenting them, but when it came to the fight the power secui form gave her always made it her choice for battle. Not that she often had a reason to switch to the more bestial form. Amy chose to pretend that she was a creature of elegance after all. It was easy to believe, with her beauty and the grace in her movements.

Not a bear then, from the way he reacted. Her pose shifted, going from simply being the owner of the place to calmly asking for submission from this rude wolf. True, Amy had been much worse than him when she'd first come to Anathema, but she was rising in the ranks, earning her place. This was a newcomer, with much lower worth than one who had actually been approached and asked to join the pack by the leader herself. A smile played on her lips at the explanation for the injury. So not only was he rude, but a fool as well to get himself hurt like that.

Shaking her head Amy looked him over, noting the firm build. Her eyes lingered on his injured leg the longest, considering what could be done to help heal it, how to use it to her advantage if necessary. I certainly hope not. You'd be a lousy hunter if you were beaten up by your meal all the time. A short laugh followed her statement, dipping her head down to lick at the blood on her body. She really needed a bath. Stepping past him Amy worked on moving towards where the hot springs laid, eager for the warmth to surround her and clean the blood off.

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