Kintla Flatlands The Judge

A shoulder thudded into her, teeth met the other's side. Blood and adrenaline were high, the scent of the red brought her senses alive. The primevial dance of fang and claw was satisfying, fulfilly, and the pale wraith was filled with an alertness that made every nerve sing. but alas, they fight did not last, and the two pulled apart. The dark one leaned in, but not to maim, and Aeronwyn listened with a bloodstained smile as she spoke of another meeting, another dance.

The pale wraith watched as the other turned and slipped into the woods, barren as they were, and did not speak. No, this was good, this was simple, natural, and words would ruin the moment. And so the bloody wraith watched the obsidian woman vanish, with eyes that flashed with the light of the moon above.

Thanks for the thread! It was fun :D