Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
Down they went. It was pure instinct that had Maea pull her hind legs up and bunny kick the other tiger in the gut. It was half hearted though, unlikely to do more than cause discomfort, and the moment she heard and recognized a sound of distress, she relinquished her grip on her opponent and rolled away.
Getting to her feet again only a moment later, with black ash and dust darkening her coat and clinging to the scalding lines of super-heated metal, the white tigress paced back and forth, back and forth in front of the other. Her growls would have been curses if tiger mouths could form words, and to anyone looking at them it could easily seem as though she was scolding the other. Wary eyes kept watching for any sign of another attack; she even rushed the supposed stranger once, as if to ask whether they'd had enough. A snarl, a threatening paw that aimed for the nose or a striped cheek - it didn't matter if she hit or not, or even if they kept going or not.
Gods, but she didn't know what mattered anymore.
Getting to her feet again only a moment later, with black ash and dust darkening her coat and clinging to the scalding lines of super-heated metal, the white tigress paced back and forth, back and forth in front of the other. Her growls would have been curses if tiger mouths could form words, and to anyone looking at them it could easily seem as though she was scolding the other. Wary eyes kept watching for any sign of another attack; she even rushed the supposed stranger once, as if to ask whether they'd had enough. A snarl, a threatening paw that aimed for the nose or a striped cheek - it didn't matter if she hit or not, or even if they kept going or not.
Gods, but she didn't know what mattered anymore.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
