Wolf RPG

It was raining heavily in her dream, and the red female was asleep underneath the covers of bush and trees. She was dreaming. Her eyes and maws clearly moving in her sleep, a grumble when she ripped the throats of those in her dreams. Women, children all of them were her enemy this night. She moved more in her sleep than she did awake and with a loud bolt she was up.

She panted, heaved for air, not knowing what was going on, what had come or gone, and she growled loudly at nothing, and her teeth clamped down on thin air. Awake again and the world was not hers. She squinted her eyes in the dark and concluded no one was around, and she disliked that. She needed someone, anyone to take her mind off this.

It had come and gone so fast, like a lightening. The guilt, the same all those emotions she never showed when awake, those emotions she had never been taught. Empathy was a strange word and feeling she had never had, compassion was lost on her if asked.

In her dreams though, it was a different story. She left the covers of bushes and trees and she almost felt like taking a run, her heart was pumping so fast, and her head was spinning. What was this sensation? She didn’t want it, she wanted nothing to do with it. She had to get rid of it.

A fight. A real fight, not just in her dreams. That’s what she needed. She looked around herself as if an opponent would materialize out of thin air, but obviously it didn’t. Nyra.

She knew where Nyra lived. She bolted. As fast as her large body could muster she would run toward her den area and stop in front it, pace impatiently back and forth, not sure if to wake the other female or not, but soon she settled nearby. She could not wake her in the middle of the night for a fight, that much she knew. She waited till morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and catch her before she went patrolling or anything like that.

Lucky for War, Nyra had well attuned ears. The giantess heard the heavy footfalls as they arrived in the night, catching the scent of one of their most recent recruits. War. 

Restless pacing heard from outside, the War Phoenix gently rose, making sure Lotus was cozied in towards the back of the den before the alphess emerged, hellfire gold eyes taking in the redfur before her, of equal size to herself.
As if she could guess what their newest warrior desired, the Empress murmured quietly "Not here. My daughter must sleep." 

With that, Nyra prowled further into the trees, stopping in a space out of sight of her den, but well within hearing distance in case Lotus called for her.
Finally, she turned to face War, stance wide and firmly planted.

”Not here. My daughter must sleep.”

Nyra was the best. She understood. She knew the trouble in her mind, she knew what would take her mind off those things. She knew what she needed for she was a warrior too. War followed her and when she stopped and took a stance, so did War. She did not mirror her but took a firm stance, looking and waiting.

The silence around them was too much. It felt eerie, a call from the past to claim her mind, clawing at the door to get in and take its place within her sanity. She hated it, hated everything about it and while she listened to the silence she did not move.

Then she burst forward. There was no great speed to her attack nor agility, she just abrupted the silence while bursting forward to Nyra and the silence within is still not broken. It continues within her and she needs to break it and make it stop.

She bites. Speed and agility not on her side and the eerie sound of silence ringing in her ears she growls lowly almost as if it just to herself. She knows it was a weak hit, but there was nothing to it anymore. She gets a grip of Nyra’s shoulder but just as soon as she bites, she pulls back again. The silence is almost unbearable, but she does not speak.

War wasn’t about a political game after all and she waited for Nyra to attack her hard.

She smiled as War took her own stance. Not an arrogant or even mocking smile; the one she wore was almost if not entirely similar to a smile you might see on the face of a close comrade, one that has seen many years of battle alongside you. 

Though this was the smile she had, Nyra knew, with some semblance of sadness, that she had not seen nearly as much combat as War seems to have had. 
It's only been a year or so since Nyra took on the art of fighting, and before that, she had very little experience with it at all.
With this acknowledgement, the Overseer waited as the silence settled. 

And then the battle machine burst forward. 
Built much the same as War was body-wise, the Warmaiden rushed forward as well to meet the redfur head-on. 
Teeth to her shoulder from War, Nyra didn't hesitate to try and topple the soldier over with her own brute strength while also arcing her fangs for War's cheek as the fellow wardog pulled away. 

Not a heavy hit, really, but a hit all the same