oh good!
Her blood cried for death, for massacre, for the life to slip from those eyes. Heart pounding in her throat, Isabella could feel the heavy breath of her casual riding mare between her legs as the mare thundered at the pale woman as though she were a charger bred to kill. Ducky's eyes were wide as she snorted loudly at the proximity of another mounted canine bearing a sword. Isabella carefully kept a hand on the rein, and her legs were pressed tightly into her saddle. It was no combat saddle, made to keep a knight on, or an archer supported. Isabella could do ground level fighting, and this was going to be harder for her to handle.
The pale wolfess growled at her coming in close, muttering about the filthiness of her opponent's blood. Isabella would have chuckled at the woman's stupidity, for this pale woman's beauty paled in comparison to her own. Bulkier and heavier, the gypsy's curves sat better and still let her weigh less than these curs calling themselves pure. However, the pale woman had an advantage with her size and her weapon. Isabella could only hope her light mount and light frame would allow for faster movement around the woman's heavier everything. The pale woman swung her blade, her eyes angry at the coy-dog daring to be in her presence, let alone attacking her. Isabella danced Seduction away from the woman's blade swing, ducking to the side to keep the metal from biting into vital flesh.
On a back swing, Isabella found the chance to slice the back of the woman's sword hand. The steel ran against the pale woman's flesh, cutting open an angry red line that began to bleed. Still, the woman had enough discipline to keep her hand clenched tightly around the weapon despite how badly the cut must have stung. "Your pretty white fur isn't quite so easy to keep clean, is it?" taunted the hybrid, showing her pearly teeth in angry amusement. The woman almost hissed at her for her words and the damage, and before she could do anything about it, the pale wolf sent a sweeping cut at the horse. Ducky's cry of pain as the mare pulled sharply away from the other horse sent a ripple of fear into the woman. If she lost Seduction, she would lose a painfully won friend. No, this cunt on horseback would pay for the injury to her pretty mare. Despite the mares protest, Isabella guided the horse beside the other woman's, and deftly ran a long cut along the creature's flank. It was not terribly deep, but the other creature's hide began to bleed profusely. Its cry of pain was more than satisfactory.
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