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Stance for stance the women squared off, electricity zapping the air around them with deadly volts as the air thickened with the tension. Namid could have laughed at the smaller woman’s attempt to make herself look bigger, which only, in her mind, made her look like an aggravated cotton ball. That was, if she wasn’t so absolutely completely pissed off. Never before had she been so angry, and there had been plenty of instances in her life where she’d had the right to snap. At that moment in time, the Star Dancer seemed to be practically vibrating with fury. It flowed through her body, infiltrated her bones and left her shaking. Her teeth pulled back likewise to the dove colored fae, a growl rumbling from her own throat. "Then why don't you revoke it princess. Oh wait, you can't. This isn't your doomed troupe to call the shots in. You're not the leader!" She’d prodded, all but verbally asking for her pelt to be skinned.

It was in that moment that all the moments that she could have snapped but didn’t came to mind. The images of her family being carted off to who knew where, images and feelings of being absolutely, aggravatingly alone, of being called names and feeling absolutely weak in times when she wanted to feel strong.

It was in that moment that the gentle woman finally exploded

A snarl ripped from her throat and in a flash of silver she had lunged forward at the smaller woman. Her jaws snapped and her pupils dilated, ears pinned against her skull as she aimed straight for the face and neck of the infuriating Primrose. With any luck, her teeth would sink into the scruff of the other and allow her momentum carried weight to pull her to the ground. There, she meant to rake her once pure claws across the skin of her opponent, holding her jaws close to the throat of the she-wolf with wildly panting breaths puffing from her maw.

So short fell free to skip me in the fight namid fell free to call her to help you or leave her watching I might trough a post in know and then. (kind of a busy week to)

Rift was shocked a the fight broke out and she stopped she was not a fighter, and she also feared that joining in would upset Namid. So instead, she stood up laying her eyes and straitening her tail waiting for named to give the okay for her to help. Yet she longed to join the female and to help her tough she kept her self under control. Wait and watching learning from there every move perhaps she could use this for something is she could discover a weakness or lack of ability’s from primrose she could sue it against her later.

 

thinking ”talking”

                                                                          

Don't blame me for talking to my self.
my mind is the only one who do not disapprove of me.
i guise i could blame you after all you where the one who left me.

Finally the white wolf had managed to get a good reaction out of the high and mighty silvered she-wolf. A low growl of her own reverberating in the depths of her throat as black lips pulled back in a snarl to resemble the very one on Hexamora's own lips. So the Beavau managed to push the right button to push the timid woman over the edge and the fun was just about to begin. Bring it on. And the wanna be queen brought it. A thunderous snarl roared from the silvery woman's mouth then a flash of fur was the only thing the wraith like woman saw before all eighty five pounds of bubbling fury was sent barreling straight for the others face. A near sickening crunch could be heard as the two bodies collided and were sent somersaulting in a ball of flying fur due to each others attempts at grabbing for the other during the shifting positions. Winter coats shedding piece by piece in the process as surprised screeches and more roaring growls filled the air.

Finally their motions came to a halt as the heavier wolf had the upper hand in this situation. Her pale coated embodiment hovering over the snowy woman with teeth clamped firmly around her scruff to keep her from being able to life her head to snap back. Fine. But her back feet were still readily available. A weapon of their own. Twisting her form, Hexamora brings her rear legs in beneath the belly of the female and begins to kick furiously in hopes it would get the damn bitch off of her. It was all she could do to try and tip the scale back in her favor, but if Namid didn't budge then the only option left was submission. And that was something Hexamora did not want to do. Not to her. Not to anyone. To admit someone was above her was a downright sin to her commandments.  

"Speech."

Namid wasn’t surprised when Primrose retaliated, their bodies rolling and meshing together as they each fought for the upper hand. In the end, she was one the one on top and holding the scrappy woman down. A low growl rumbled her throat, her nose wrinkled and her ears pressed firmly against her head. Her fur was standing on end and her tail curled like a banner over her back, making her look like the pissed off she-wolf that she was. She had a firm hold on her scruff, pinning Primrose’s head effectively to the ground. In this she half expected the fight to be over, but she had forgotten the slightly size advantage in that instant that allowed the wraith to slip her legs up and proceed to batter her belly with sharp claws.

Pain shot into her gut, making her hiss through her teeth but also forcing her to clamp her jaws down harder to deal with it. This made her break skin, the taste of blood filling her mouth and making her want to blanch. However, the pale woman held on stubbornly. Thinking quickly in the moment, anything to stop the pummeling her stomach was taking, she quickly raised a hind-leg and jammed it into the hip of her opponent. This would force her torso to the side and hopefully put an end to the attack on her body.

She had had enough of this already, and decided that she would effectively end it. Releasing her hold on her scruff and pushing harder down on her hips to keep the woman in place and moved her head like a striking snake and opened her jaws to hold her canines over Primrose’s throat. Her fangs grazed the vulnerable skin there, and if she were to move it would be easy for the second to simply close her jaws and cut off her airways in a heartbeat. In her moment of rage, Namid wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t do it. Game set and match.

It had been anything but successful as the only move to give the ivory woman an advantage was wasted, the silver woman absorbing the rough blows to her underbelly by sharp claws. There was no denying the action was only adding fuel to the fire for the dominating woman. Teeth sinking in harder into her skin to break the surface and draw blood. This caused the wolf on the ground to snarl her rage at having her precious blood spilled. A snarl that quickly turned into a yelp as a sudden force wrecked into her hip hard enough to bring her body toward the lake in a partial roll. Alleviating the pummeling the pale woman's stomach was receiving. Great. There went her only advantage. Soon though the entire table fell into Namid's paws as her jaws wrapped around her throat. There was nothing to get out of this hold unless she wanted to risk her airway being crushed beneath those pointed teeth. A risk even Hexamora wasn't stupid enough to take.  

Check-mate. Reluctantly accepted defeat the ivory woman was left with no choice but to do the one thing that made her want to bash her own skull in. Flattening her ears against her skull her cranium tilted back just enough to expose her throat while the fluff of her tail came up to tuck against her stomach in a sign of submission. Wave after wave of disgust and shame hit the submitted woman at the course of action she had to take. How humiliating. Hexamora couldn't help but hope the stupid bitch would let go of her throat now that she had her way and won the match. It was over. For now..

"Speech."

Namid had waited to see what the next move of the wraith woman would be, her tail lashing and a growl rumbling from her throat at any movement that she tried to make. She made sure that she knew of the place she was in. Beneath her. Already, her mind was processing what she would do in all scenarios that could happen. However she didn’t have to put any of them to use as, to her surprise and admitted pleasure, Primrose submitted. Her tail tucked and her chin rose to give the pale woman an even better advantage to her throat. A sense of victory filled her body, fueling her adrenaline. Her composure remained though, and she slowly released her hold of the woman’s body. Another growl rolled its way out of her throat and she made sure to snap her jaws in the face of the lower she-wolf. Even though she had submitted, Namid suspected this was not the end of their encounters.

“Perhaps next time you will be wise to listen to your superior. I will not hesitate to go to my full extent next time, woman. You may not be so lucky,” She bit out, still seething. This loathing that she felt for the like-eyed woman was strange to her, something she hadn’t felt before and it was even more settled by the unease she felt from her. Backing away she made sure to keep her mismatched gaze on Primrose until she was a safe distance away before turning and stalking stiff legged off. She moved to pass Rift, stopping next to her and moving her muzzle to her ear, “Keep an eye on this one, and if anything…suspicious occurs please do not hesitate to report it,” she murmured to the younger girl. All eyes and ears would be kept on watch for this suspicious she-wolf in their midst. But for that moment, she needed room to breathe. Nodding to Rift she moved past her, tail lashing and ears still pinned as she moved off into the woods.

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