Raven's Watch Black bird? Black Wolf? Black eye!

Whrist rolled a one therefore it’s a miss and her hit of 5 does not count.
Thank’s for the spar
she will be fading to black here since it is not possible for her to win at this point and the opportunity presented itself for a getaway.

 I’m adding a clip in this post to explain why she will not be reacting to wounds from this post in her proceeding closed ones. It hope it’s not too strange
Perhaps we could RP again sometime, :)

Her white blue eyes fell upon the ground not five feet from the bloody mess she and this white brute were creating, was the fledgling bird, it was trying to pretend it didn’t exist in hopes that the two apex predators would also believe it didn’t exist. The thing barely breathed, it seemed an odd thing to focus on in the middle of a fight for her life but time had seemed to almost slow, she had moments to decide how she was going to get free or kill the other wolf, and from her place below his fang and beneath his body that didn’t look possible.

The world snapped back to focus as the upon her weight began to lift, surprised, she took full advantage, she dropped any hold she had and bolted out from below his weight. As she bolted toward the fledgling since that was the direction she had been staring the brute snagged the ruined flesh of her neck tearing a line from the side of neck to the nape between her shoulder blades tearing open the parting gift from Kynareth Deagon

Whrist snapped up the fledgling in her jaws, finding herself unable to swallow due to the pain. The stressed animal rested in the back of her throat. She kept running leaving behind a trail of blood and the white wolf. Promising herself she’d return for a pound of his flesh, especially if any of her flesh scarred and caused her pelt to turn white in any place.



Leaving Raven’s watch and her dignity behind, the black femme darted and she did not slow, still unable to swallow her minuscule prize; she noted the thing did not move, not even to free itself, still pretending to not exist.
She wondered if pretending these wounds did not exist in the slightest would work. She would not even walk as if she were stiff. Though she knew if she could not even swallow a tiny bird she would be stiff tomorrow.