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Nikira Chijiresusu and Demon
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Date Posted: 18:18:53 12/14/02 Sat
In reply to:
Brechin
's message, "Re: [.Respond.]" on 08:31:58 12/12/02 Thu
Enough of this foolish idiocy. If he wants a fight he'll get it. With an angered snarl, her muzzle slips forward to clash against his maw, fangs bared. A low growl escapes her, though it was nothing compared to her brothers' unsettling gravelly tone. Her dark orbs flash, hackles beginning to raise along her spine. Enough. Her breaths come out in short, almost spasmatic bursts, the fur along her tail standing up as well. She leapt lithely forward, fully surprising all with her hidden speed, her jaws slashing in a way much like Demons' had during the massacre earlier that day, though it wasn't backed by ferocity, but simple anger. Paws carry her back out of reach, to observe possible damage, whilst her muscles tense to move once more, should the need arise, as it most likely will.
Chijiresusus' auds flick back, pleased. So the runt could fight. It was known that she could, but any could when pushed as far as she had. Chijiresusu watched her technique carefully, it was a mixture of her and Demons'. Good, good. So she watched. Chijiresusu herself would have attacked the moment she had caught wind of his intentions, if she was in her siblings' place. But she wasn't, and Nikira was.
Demon watched, his head canted to the side. He was beginning to get a bit bored. He leaned close to Chijiresusu, and spoke quietly. He was mildly impressed, but it was hidden well underneath a veil of sarcasm.
"Wow, she can fight. So lets' strap a medal to her and pass the speech."
A glint of mischievious thoughts resides in his orbs, togue slipping out to lick his chops.
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