Lakota & Ktulu

The Poisoner & The Constrictor

Past the point of tears and sorrow, fury boils unchecked in her veins, driving her to leave the company of her family for fear it would spill over and harm them in the process. Anger at the inability to help, to fight, to exact revenge on the bitch that had taken her beloved from her when they had only just been reunited. Anger at everything and everyone, at the Gods for allowing this to happen to them. Had they not suffered enough? Had they not bled and cried enough for them? How much would they have to give before the Fates were satisfied? Before they were freed from this constant heartbreak and fear? It pissed her off, knowing she was nothing but a caged animal, a hopeless victim caught in the web of the sadistic games the Gods loved to weave around them. Benevolent, they said, but if Lakota ever ascertained that this infection was their doing, she would never allow such praise to be said around her. Secretly she prayed the Gods were on their side, and had nothing to do with the dead that wandered the outside world, but she wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Tension danced in her bones, on her skin, drawing her tight and making movement stilted and dangerous. Others darted away from her with a single glance at her slitted violet eyes, the disgruntled, growling Polar Bear only further reason for them to avoid her while the anger simmered inside her small body. And of course, to top off her day, some idiot has to send incessant ringing through the caves like a caveman! Snarling, she stalks towards the horrible sound that pierces her ears like knives, further increasing her growing headache. She was either going to give the moron a piece of her mind, or take a chunk of his skin as payment for the horrendous screeching and echoing.

He was a behemoth, far taller than her tiny frame, and with a similarly disgruntled look upon his visage. But Lakota had always held by the statement that the bigger they were, the harder they fell. She was practically fearless when it came to taking on foes twice her size. What would they do, sit on her? She was not so easily intimidated. Her personality and fire took up far more room than her little body allotted. Aodaun growled, fierce and low, lime green eyes narrowed as Lakota stalked into the waterfall cavern. "Hey!" she barked, ears pinned but eyes gleaming when she recognized the pent up frustration in the other male.

She danced closer, grinning, trying to convey both her similar desire for battle and her desire to be merely a spar partner, not a foe meant to die for. Lakota wasn't good with words, when it came to battle. "Fight me." It is a sultry purr of challenge, violets glinting in the glow of the water, and her plume whips against her hocks with a soft whisp of sound. Aodaun paces, no longer small enough to weave beneath her or between her legs. He has grown magnificently.

There is no real bell, to sound the start of battle, nor does she await an answer from the stag. His desire is plain, to her, and if he would not admit it to himself then she would make him. Taking out her frustrations on a stranger was far better than on her family. She merely leaps at him, hoping to use her smaller stature to her advantage as she keeps herself low, hooves clattering on the stone below as she leaps towards him, hooves poised to crash down upon his left cannon bone. Teeth are bared and half-opened, if she misses she intends to grab the flesh of his shoulder, at the very least. Aodaun hangs back, prowling, ready for his own chance to attack, his eyes on his bonded, ready to protect her as the lust for battle flows from her to him, making him growl and bare his fangs.


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Good luck to me, haha! Have fun Aud <3