Ouroboros Spine x-ing a paragrab

she sizes the moonwoman up. older and skinnier. Avicus is young, hale, nimble. instead of waiting for the woman to come to her, she meets her halfway, and they collide in a tremendous flurry of fire and ice—

a scent on the wind. she may have noticed it if not for the heady smell of adrenaline rising up between them. . .

Kukutux strikes, and her aim is true. she seizes the shoulder once wounded by the bear and Avicus hisses to feel fangs sink into old scar tissue.

in response, she twists her head and seeks to slash the pretty face, to mar the priestess's ethereal visage.

she can nearly taste blood on her tongue;

they are coming and she must run. 

but she will stay for now.