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Hecate Liar

She used a force like a ton of bricks to come down on the woman, pinning her spine up. A rush of dominance flooded to her head, her white plume was already raised over her head. She could get used to this fighting thing if it was really this easy; but she had spoken too soon. Hecate's plan was coming along swimmingly, teeth digging deep into peppered scruff. She gnawed and pulled at any skin she managed to get a hold of; blood welling out of the slashes she had carved. The woman beneath her cried out in pain, trying to lift herself in fruitless efforts... it was a pain she was smart as well. Hecate had not noticed the severity of her un-noted mistake; her right paw was laying right in target of ivory teeth. They clamped down hard as a soft crunch filled the air followed by a high moan muffled by the bloody skin and fur her muzzle was buried in. "MOTHER FUCK!" She howled and yanked back tearing her paw from the hold of its capture. Something had definitely broken in the intricate layout of her right paw, fresh waves of dull pain shot up her leg as she took flighty steps back. She didn't have time to think everything through, eyes trying to maintain on her opponent but the pain was ripping a hole in her. She noticed the scarred and peppered woman picking herself up and getting legs back to where she came from. A victorious smile poured over her muzzle while an intimidating snarl grew in the pit of her gut. She trotted off after the speeding woman, laughing as to pose her pain was irrelevant; even though the high prancing was most definitely causing more damage to the cracked bone somewhere located in her foot. "Spread the word; a new force is here at Willow Ridge." She shouted out after the fleeting loser. Her pace slowed to a halt, listening to the fading thrums of paws against snow. Hecate gave a short howl before limping back to the Ridge with newly procured street cred. 

the armed queen

Oula's pearly teeth closed around the delicate ankle, the muscles of her jaw clamping down with all her might. Trapped on the cold ground it was just about the only thing she could do from her position, and so she put her all into it. While it was mostly a matter of getting the demoness to release her, there was a sick satisfaction in the visceral crackle that rattled down through the roots of her teeth, and the furious shriek that rose above her as bone crunched within her grasp.

Oula wasted no time in gloating. As soon as the pressure eased from her raw and bleeding neck she was up on her trembling limbs. The tail end of adrenaline left just enough of a burst for Oula to shoot forward like a bullet. Whatever screaming and shouting the deranged wolf threw her way, Oula didn't care enough to linger and listen. It was wasted breath as far as she was concerned, and her primary focus was returning home and licking her wounds. Any prey that was in the area would be long gone after all the racket, so she'd let the wolf of willow whatever have the marsh for the day.