Hideaway Strath Set the stage

She accepted. Reluctantly, but accepted.

Good.

She had no other option in this place, she had come here she must have known what she got herself into, at least War thought so. She was smaller than her, sure, but faster and with much to learn.

War would go easy on her tonight.

She paced far away from her, and War charged. Her maws opened into a huge nightmare-ish jaw from the works of fiction. Her teeth glistered with salvia and just as she was about to bite down on the strange opponent, something happened in her head. Flashes of violence, blood, gore it all meshed together and became like a cinematic show that ran too many movies at once.

War stopped dead in her track, inches from the stranger, immobilized she looked forward, like a computer that had been stopped in its track and told to reboot, she stood silently, an empty look in her eyes and maws open just inches from the female. Salvia was dripping from her teeth and lips and suddenly War felt a bolt within. She closed her jaws and took a step backward to ready herself again.

What was this?

She shook her head. Had. To. Stop. It.

She growled and turned toward the female again, this time snapping hard onto whatever was within grasp. If the female had not moved or counter attacked, War would grab on to whatever was closest to her, and she would hold on with vigor. She would not let go if her jaws got a hold of anything.

War was in distress, but you couldn’t tell by looking at her. She felt like going mad. Mad as a hatter.