i ate his liver

participants to post first, then we can open this up to the rest of OS. last post for me.

The minions of the dark woman and the wolves of Ouroboros had reached a silent agreement: they would not interfere unless the others fell unfairly upon their respective champions. Lecter evaluated the combatants balefully, ever silent as their spar began.

He had expected a bloody, snarling battle, but it seemed the jet bitch had no intentions of drawing crimson from opponent, though Cara did not subscribe to the same methods. Theirs was a dance of light and of darkness, bodies melding and striking, teeth flashing.

He tensed as Cara threw herself atop the usurper, icewater glare flickering briefly to the male wolves who stood by with the suspicion that one or both of them would rush with parted jaws to their leader's defense. Neither moved, however, and the shaman passed a tongue across his dry lips, shifting his weight.

In the end, to a chorus of snarls, it was not the pale yearling who emerged victorious, but his lover's murderer, and Lecter lifted his lips in disgust, though the bleeding punctures along Cara's muzzle drew an attentive eye. He said nothing, merely glanced between the young wolf who had almost retained the title of queen, and Kaname, and was quiet.

set by sophie