Zandora

Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

The thoughts of becoming relevant had plagued her for quite a while. Zandora didn't want to be just a shadow, she wanted to be something worth looking at. Although blacks and ebonite's covered a toned body, Zandora would not allow herself to sink into the darkness upon her skin. Even though it had called out to her, lured her in, and had it's way with her, Zandora was determined not let herself fade into such crevices and depths. She was larger then it, she was alive, she was powerful.

Drapes were laced with the newly coated layer of snow, whites and violets mixing together. The familiar but foreign lands of the basin haunted her as she weaved through the pines and branches. She knew the lands, but she didn't really know them. She knew that she could belong here, that the vixen of blacks and purples could be everything she's always wanted to be, but unlike wise trees that surrounded her, she had quite a few rings of knowledge to gain. In time, she would stretch her roots and create a fruitful life. But only with time.

The words of her superior echoed annoyingly in her drums. Zandora did not try to hide her annoyance, eyes rolling as the Arabian entered the ring that would be her battlefield. "Is that how you get things done around here?" She questioned, shaking her head at the soldier. Quickly, Zandora scanned Sialia's body, she was taller then her, and thicker then her. It would be a challenge for Zandora to use any brood force, this would be a fight based on her speed and would require witty thinking to overcome her opponent. A challenge Zandora was prepared for. She might not win, but she was damned sure she would try, and try with all she had.

Letting the whisper and howls of the winter winds drown away, Zandora dipped her head reluctantly to the ebonite. She may not like her, but Sialia was her teacher, her successor, and she deserved the respect she had earned. Sighing the vixen took a final breath before she plunged into whatever was to come.

Springing forward, the life of adrenaline pumping her veins, Zandora set off towards Sialia. The cold didn't touch her now, but she was sure to keep her balance equal as she galloped across the winter's curse. Her muscles coiled and sprung forward like a clockwork creature, determination pushing her forward. She used the power in her hindquarters to get her quickly to the corporal's left side, teething baring as she aimed for the supple flesh of her flank. If her aim was going to remain true, she would clench hard with her jaw, then quickly spin her front end right, away from the threatening bulk of Sialia's legs.  

"Talk?"

OCC: yay post!
Attack: 1/3
Defense: 0/1
Summary: Zandora tries to rip/bite at the skin of Sialia's left side