Thalassa
Strength flows through her limbs, ready to strike at a moment's notice. And that moment comes sooner than expected.
The fyrhund actually does a decent job at attacking, managing to secure a hold before the ROUS can register what's happening. Except that when it does register that it's under attack, the creature lets out such a shriek that Thal's lips draw back in a silent snarl, her ears flattening against her head to protect her delicate hearing. She still holds back, watching as the two wrestle for dominance, eyes aglow with hunger when the putrid smell is joined by the coppery scent of blood.
Alert even when appreciating a coming meal, she notices the moment the ROUS slips lose, watching it stumble and scramble with sharp claws against the damp rock. It flees towards her, apparently too panicked to smell the danger that awaits. But Thal has no sympathy or mercy for the creature, and the moment it's in range, her paw swipes out, slicing claws deep into its face as the force of her blow rattles what little brains swim in its tiny skull. The impact throws the ROUS back, slamming it into a wall.
ROUS HP: 523
The fyrhund actually does a decent job at attacking, managing to secure a hold before the ROUS can register what's happening. Except that when it does register that it's under attack, the creature lets out such a shriek that Thal's lips draw back in a silent snarl, her ears flattening against her head to protect her delicate hearing. She still holds back, watching as the two wrestle for dominance, eyes aglow with hunger when the putrid smell is joined by the coppery scent of blood.
Alert even when appreciating a coming meal, she notices the moment the ROUS slips lose, watching it stumble and scramble with sharp claws against the damp rock. It flees towards her, apparently too panicked to smell the danger that awaits. But Thal has no sympathy or mercy for the creature, and the moment it's in range, her paw swipes out, slicing claws deep into its face as the force of her blow rattles what little brains swim in its tiny skull. The impact throws the ROUS back, slamming it into a wall.
ROUS HP: 523
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
