AmaLiA
Safrin's shield
Well, fuck. It'd be a lie to say that Amalia isn't disappointed when he doesn't just back off, her zest for this particular battle having faded as soon as it threatened to become physical. Sparring is one thing, verbal altercation another, but actually fighting? What would Safrin say, to see them here?
What would Vi?
Narrowing her large, soft eyes, Amalia snorts a puff of smoke. I never wanted to fight you, she counters, resuming her predatory circling. Behind her the long, prehensile tail lashes against the sand. Unlike you, I take no pleasure from unnecessary violence.
The truth of the matter is that she has no idea how to start this fight. Does she lunge at him? Hit him? Try to run him through? Her two-toed hooves bite into the dirt, leaving furrows as she continues to walk, trying to buy enough time to clear her clouded head.
What would Vi?
Narrowing her large, soft eyes, Amalia snorts a puff of smoke. I never wanted to fight you, she counters, resuming her predatory circling. Behind her the long, prehensile tail lashes against the sand. Unlike you, I take no pleasure from unnecessary violence.
The truth of the matter is that she has no idea how to start this fight. Does she lunge at him? Hit him? Try to run him through? Her two-toed hooves bite into the dirt, leaving furrows as she continues to walk, trying to buy enough time to clear her clouded head.
& once again I shall kiss the sky
