Lioness of Prideless
Played by dusk


Grand Sultan, actually--has more flavor, Kaden replied, and Arsynia's smirk widened. Very well--a show you will get. Arsynia did not care if she'd win or lose; it was a true test of mettle, and Kaden had already a divisive advantage of being far larger and far older, but it would not stop the young Tollaire Matriarch from feeling the invigoration of battle, the blisteringly sweet pain of bloodied fists and gnashing teeth. She was a winner either way, and could only hope to put up enough of a fight that she could contest with the new Grand Sultan, or hope to overtop him as a clear underdog.

And—what bliss—he'd not held back.

Arsynia had braced herself against his impending attack, neither slacking the rigidity of her stance nor attempting to dart away from Kaden's approach. Thus, when the agonizing reality of his jaws clenching deep into the flesh of her right shoulder and his claws digging into the brunt of her left, she gritted her teeth and could only just hold fast against the weight of his approach. With his head to her right and his foreleg lifted to reach toward her left, his height left before her face the frizzle ends of his mane, and the start of his own right shoulder. Their close proximity allowed Arsynia little movement, but she tipped her chin downward slightly, and clenched the tiny distance between them to try and grapple her own teeth around the brunt of his right shoulder, where it began to meet the length of his foreleg.

Arsynia vs Kaden
for spar
i of iii
75/100 HP
Art by soar