Phoenix Maplewood oh she dreams

Desdemona was perplexed, as her jades stared at the playful fellow across. She had felt no bloodthirst and kept at bay, so it gave the fae a surprise when the other suddenly lurched forward and attacked. Yet, she felt no pain, nor' was there the familiar crimson falling from her face, rather, she got slapped. It was too late to dodge by the time she realized the other got close enough, and she was thankful no claw was extended. She wouldn't let it happen again however.. Small, but she was lean, and slim, agility and speed has always been her forte. She felt even to a feline, she wouldn't be too far behind.

Though now she realized what was the situation, Desdemona leaned toward more of a guard, visibly growling at the other who viewed the situation as a game then of life. A cougar with a tricky personality, she thought, as her legs digged into the ground, ready to charge forward at any given time. Neither would flee, and so perhaps a fight may come.