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bleed [WOS] - Zanna - March 01, 2019

“Then protect me.”

The words rang in the War Captain’s ears as emerald eyes searched the smoke for her Sabora’s familiar figure. How could she lose them? It happened so fast, she hadn’t had a chance to think about it.

Considering their position and their intent to stay hidden and to sneak up on the people of valley, she was hesitant to call out to the Sabora and give up either of their positions.

Gritting her teeth in frustration, she did the only thing she could and continued on. Sincate couldn’t have gone too far, she was sure she’d run into them soon. Sincate was capable, they’d be able to hold their own, even if they shouldn’t have to.

Briefly, she wondered what reprimand she’d face from her Sabora being that she was just promoted not long ago to this Elite position.

Pressing on, she fought through the smoke and stayed low as she waited for anyone to appear before her.

Suddenly, a dark figure shifted in the confines of the smoke. Much darker than her Sabora, and appearing to be going in the opposite direction of Zanna.

Deciding that was enough evidence to prove this wasn’t an Alteronian or Saboran, she lunged forward, making no sound as she did so, simply aiming to collide with the escapee and take them down.



RE: bleed [WOS] - Ashtaroth - May 15, 2019




   Still a silly girl; it hadn't occurred to her that although the smoke may hide her, it would also conceal anyone else. The War Captain bowls her over easily-- far Ashtar's senior and five inches superior. There are, however, facets to her advantage. A Tactician's training, for instance.
   The Boshin rolls-- once, twice-- until she has a small range of space to evaluate the threat. She stays crouched, belly to the ground, body lengthwise while she watches the Saboran approach, tail thumping the ground in erratic anxiety. Ashtaroth's first thought is an irrelevant but true-to-form, pretty, followed by a note on deeply saturated colours, an unfortunately thick neck, and finally: the scars on her right, the closest thing to weakness she's likely to find.
   As soon as the opportunity is identified, feigned-fearful eyes narrow the instant she lunges past Zanna's right side, snapping at the foreleg in hopes of dragging it under her, pulling old wounds in over-extension. Here's hoping you stretched. No matter how her attempt turns out, she darts by the larger woman, back into the blaze.
   Trained by Tacticians, oh yes, but the Jin taught her it's best if they never know where you're coming from.






RE: bleed [WOS] - Zanna - June 26, 2019

Contact was made and the War Captain’s opponent toppled over upon impact. The figure Zanna collided seemed to be significantly smaller than the maroon wolf, but that didn’t always mean things would be easier for her.

The Valley wolf started to roll away from Zanna, putting empty space between them as the War Captain gathers herself on all fours. Turning to tri-colored girl, Zanna watched her carefully, feeling herself fall under the scrutiny of the escapee’s dull eyes.

Zanna crept forward, eyes narrowing, the sound of the tactician’s tail thumping on the ground blending into the rhythmic tune of the War Captain’s heartbeat.

Suddenly, a strike.

Always ready, Zanna jumped backward as Ashtaroth came toward her, jaws parted and seeking purchase on Zanna’s right side. She saw the scars, and went for the first weakness she saw.

As she attempted to pull away, she felt teeth graze her right foreleg, lower than their intended target, but still drawing some blood.

Zanna whirls herself around quickly, but Ashtaroth is gone back into the blaze. Gritting her teeth, a snarl gurgled in her throat. What the fuck was this, a game of hide-and-seek?

Understanding the risk that was involved, Zanna took the chance and leapt through the flames after the smaller girl. The risk of having her escape far outweighed the risk of jumping into open jaws.

Paws outstretched before her as she leapt, she bore her teeth and hoped to catch the girl off-guard. If she made contact, she’d try to grab any part of the tactician she could with her teeth, to draw blood anywhere possible.

If Ashtaroth had already moved out of the way, she’d turn to face her, bracing herself for whatever came next.