Duskfire Glacier revengeance

When Veteran gave out a yelp of pain it only spurred her on. Yes she thought. Scream for me. She felt the blood in her mouth and was not shocked by it, instead she welcomed it. Lapped it in and drank it as it came into her mouth and as Veteran suddenly came into her movement, she felt her weight shift. She said no sound as she landed on her shoulder with Veteran on top, but unlike what Veteran might have hoped she didn’t let go. She knew she had the upper hand at the very moment, she knew she had him where he couldn’t get away and she wasn’t about to let go of that upper hand.

She felt him kick into her underbelly and she squinted her eyes in pain as he clawed on her soft underbelly. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t what she wanted! She wanted to win. She snarled and with all the force she could muster she pressed her fangs together on his head. It would likely leave a nasty scar at this point, but she didn’t care, all she cared about was the victory within her grasp.

She smiled as the scent of blood flowing and finally, she let him go. With both front paws she pushed herself upward to stand, pushed him off with all her might. She was bleeding from her underbelly, and she took a moment to assess how bad it was. Not so bad she needed a healer yet. It seemed like surface scratches, but it really hurt. She looked at Veteran and with a cooing voice, knowing she had done a lot of damage at this point on his ugly – now even uglier face, she spoke ”If you admit defeat now, I won’t scar you further. She cooed, smiled and licked her lips to taste his blood once again. Sick individual? No – entitled.

She watched him, awaited his response and held herself ready to attack once more, should he refuse to admit defeat.