09-25-2012, 08:49 AM
Emwe is sorta lurking around nearby but Vesle doesn't know it/realize. Feel free to graze her butt or thigh or something lightly with the knife if you want to have Sepirah go for Vesle :3
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The other laughed and Vesle maintained her smile, attempting to unnerve the female as best she could. The hybrid had the advantage, that much was certain, and Vesle wouldn't stand much chance against her, weaponless. "It is only as dead as it still has members, imbecile." Well, it only had one member, as Vesle well knew. But she still intended to rebuild it. Or... at the very least destroy that which destroyed the only home she had ever had. "My name is Vesle Soul," she said, expecting the other to recognize that last name. Recognize it good. She arched an eyebrow and extended her claws.
The filth stepped forward and urged herself closer to bringing Vesle down on her. She could be small, yes -- but one could wonder if the other had taken into account Vesle's complete lack of concern for her own wellbeing. She did not fear death. Many times, she had yearned for it even, at least until desperation had taken a more permanent hold in her mind and now controlled her fake self-confidence like a puppeteer would. Of course, neither female knew the extent of Vesle's disregard of her own safety. The confidence that came with it, however, was well felt by the gray female. With a grin, she spoke in a soft, soft voice, almost apologetic. "You sway my hand." A pause and a final snarl, and Vesle lunged for the other with claws outstretched and jaws open, aiming for her inner thigh or stomach. Where it hurt.
#253
The other laughed and Vesle maintained her smile, attempting to unnerve the female as best she could. The hybrid had the advantage, that much was certain, and Vesle wouldn't stand much chance against her, weaponless. "It is only as dead as it still has members, imbecile." Well, it only had one member, as Vesle well knew. But she still intended to rebuild it. Or... at the very least destroy that which destroyed the only home she had ever had. "My name is Vesle Soul," she said, expecting the other to recognize that last name. Recognize it good. She arched an eyebrow and extended her claws.
The filth stepped forward and urged herself closer to bringing Vesle down on her. She could be small, yes -- but one could wonder if the other had taken into account Vesle's complete lack of concern for her own wellbeing. She did not fear death. Many times, she had yearned for it even, at least until desperation had taken a more permanent hold in her mind and now controlled her fake self-confidence like a puppeteer would. Of course, neither female knew the extent of Vesle's disregard of her own safety. The confidence that came with it, however, was well felt by the gray female. With a grin, she spoke in a soft, soft voice, almost apologetic. "You sway my hand." A pause and a final snarl, and Vesle lunged for the other with claws outstretched and jaws open, aiming for her inner thigh or stomach. Where it hurt.