July 02, 2016, 07:57 PM
Avannon sat in the lair letting the sunlight from the gap heat her pelt. she felt antsy and restless. She shifted her weight and looked around. She wanted to spar with someone, someone who was a challenge to her. Avannon had a side that she kept hidden, the part of her that relished the feeling of teeth on flesh, the feeling of winning a fight and asserting herself. The ghostly dame huffed a soft sigh, and waited for someone to arrive so that she could ask them to spar with her.