Redtail Rise Let The Feast Begin

Although the pursuit for violence had never before been sought, intrigue had grown within. 

Perhaps something could be gained from this. Strength and power could later be resulted. Though, there was only one way to discover whether the result was even applicable. 

A man stood before the dark woman; the eye of the raven, the seer of caws, the maiden of talons, the keeper of the conspiracy. There was great desire to dig his teeth within her like she was no more than a pound of flesh. Oh how he longed for blood; this could be seen, clear as day. These names had long ago been bestowed, thus, it would be ensured that they were lived up to.

Astraea would give no verbal agreement to either option. The red woman cared no longer for words. If it was blood these two wanted so badly, then she would gladly give it.

Flaring stained pearls in a vicious snarl, the flash of dark fur blurred, countering the sharp breeze as she leapt for the man. Tooth and claw were outstretched, aiming for whatever they could snag upon. It was already known that she was of a disadvantage, for this man was much larger. One could only hope that wit and determination would hold a steady drive for triumph.