Shadewood Just did a bad thing

She had gotten his attention and stood there breathing deeply, meeting his gaze unblinkingly. Her shoulders rose and fell with quick but deep breaths, her body as still and rigid as a statue. 

Then he began to flex but flex was not a good enough description. It was like watching a god summon his power, or a demon preparing to wreck havoc upon a deserving soul. It was the most erotic thing she could recall seeing, watching the man who ruled the keep's shadows so calmly prepare to meet her request for battle. She swallowed thickly, knowing she was in for a new experience, a beating that she craved, a beating to make her body's pain drown out that of her mind. And she prayed that he wouldn't hold back, a small smile curving her lips, welcoming the lunge a mere second before it happened.

 She went down. She went down harder than she ever recalled having been downed before. The air left her lungs in a quick burst and her ears rang. She closed her eyes and gave a small moan, the familiar pain of battle making her yearn for more as she lay at his paws. She was a soldier though,not simply a masochist in this moment and while she would get a beating she would show she wasn't a pathetic sack of shit. She would show that she could give back at least some of what she received.


Where he had strength and speed, she was nimble and knew tricks. She rolled to her belly and using her hind paws, kicked up dirt into his face. Using the extra few seconds she sprang to her paws and slammed her head up under his chin, the hard part of her skull jabbing a quick pressure to one of the soft points before his throat, under his muzzle, a pressure point that would cause him to lift his chin back. When he did she would twist her maw, teeth brushing against his jugular before she would dance away ready for his move. Her breath came quick, pupils blown wide in an expression eerily similar to someone ready to do an entirely different physical act. Her lips peeled back in a smile, exposing her fangs as she lowered her head, bowing to him before lifting it again and baring her fangs. She acknowledged his place above her but she wanted to fight, she needed to.