04-19-2012, 04:51 PM
Apologies on the wait
326
Poise and grace were her meaning, were what defined her, strength flowed apparent to anyone who could see, yet she exuded an air of femininity that was not diminished by the thick ropes of scarred flesh that broke her brightly colored hide. At this moment she felt as though there were nothing she did not hear, nothing she could not see or scent, she was all powerful and all knowing. Of course this god like trance was nothing more that fanciful thinking but sometimes she believed if she thought and wished hard enough that she could make those dreams into a reality.
Her serenity was broken by the whoosh of air announcing an intruder upon her solitude and the femme snapped back to the present, her calculating eyes coming to rest upon the opponent she now had. He was a male of average build, colored in tones far lighter than her own grey and browns. She caught a glimpse of teal colored eyes before other things required her attention, like the long staff and knife now coming for her. Her child's warning cry did not distract her though an ear flicked in Pandora's direction, assurance that the older female had heard her. Her teeth were revealed in a sharp and deadly grin, a challenge to revel in as words poured from her mouth,
"Kanyana, brundo tok." I come with good will, pack wolf." Rather than fight his parry of her short sword, the female let the staff pull her weapon upwards and ducked underneath his sharp knife. A guttural growl came from her throat, excitement running through it. She had to force herself to remember that this was a pack member and not someone she should cut down with a fatal blow therefore instead of bringing her sword down towards him, she twisted her body and struck at him from the side. If he were any sort of skilled then this should be an interesting fight.
326
Poise and grace were her meaning, were what defined her, strength flowed apparent to anyone who could see, yet she exuded an air of femininity that was not diminished by the thick ropes of scarred flesh that broke her brightly colored hide. At this moment she felt as though there were nothing she did not hear, nothing she could not see or scent, she was all powerful and all knowing. Of course this god like trance was nothing more that fanciful thinking but sometimes she believed if she thought and wished hard enough that she could make those dreams into a reality.
Her serenity was broken by the whoosh of air announcing an intruder upon her solitude and the femme snapped back to the present, her calculating eyes coming to rest upon the opponent she now had. He was a male of average build, colored in tones far lighter than her own grey and browns. She caught a glimpse of teal colored eyes before other things required her attention, like the long staff and knife now coming for her. Her child's warning cry did not distract her though an ear flicked in Pandora's direction, assurance that the older female had heard her. Her teeth were revealed in a sharp and deadly grin, a challenge to revel in as words poured from her mouth,
"Kanyana, brundo tok." I come with good will, pack wolf." Rather than fight his parry of her short sword, the female let the staff pull her weapon upwards and ducked underneath his sharp knife. A guttural growl came from her throat, excitement running through it. She had to force herself to remember that this was a pack member and not someone she should cut down with a fatal blow therefore instead of bringing her sword down towards him, she twisted her body and struck at him from the side. If he were any sort of skilled then this should be an interesting fight.