Ember actually wasn’t sure why she had entered the festival, though she put it down to boredom as she had no real urge to fight. As a fey creature born in the woods, she was happiest keeping on the fringe of the pride, her mystique and the many rumours surrounding both her and her family keeping the pride at bay, though also pulling in plenty of lions who sought her particular brand of magic. She was never short on work, so again… why was she here?
Nevertheless, she had signed up, apparently in a fit of stupor, and now she had to fight. Looking over at the blue male she sighed softly. Sometimes she didn’t understand herself. He looked powerful enough, and being a male even if he wasn’t a reaver, it was highly likely he possessed at least rudimentary fighting skills. Well, she wasn’t about to back out so they might as well get on with it.
Letting out a fierce roar she raced forwards, paw lashing out at his shoulder, more blind optimism than any real skill.
Velveteen Angel
Rolling
