ROUND 1
Rolling 1d5: 2
Raisa had been a fun warmup, but Solulfur was careful to try not to get too cocky going into her next match. The cheers received for her victory had fanned the flames of her sun-bright soul into a fevered frenzy she was not used to feeling, not with the weight of recent tragedies on her packmates.
The excitement continued to flicker and morph once Solulfur realized she was matched with Aurelia. Solulfur couldn't decide between glee and apprehension, knowing what a formidable wolf the Shakti-Vaes was. She was equally eager to be on the receiving end of a display of that prowess, and nervous that she'd reveal her own weaknesses as a fighter - embarrassing herself in a way unable to be ignored by Aurelia.
She swept into the ring with her chin held high and tail bannered, though. She had lost Kier's feather in the scuffle with Raisa, something she feared the bird's repercussions for. Still, her fur fell in glossy waves and her braids had not yet been shaken loose yet. She suspected this may be the brawl to change that.
Don't go easy on me. Solulfur snorted, a wicked grin dancing across her features.
I would never commit such insult against you.She promised, widening her stance slightly and giving an inviting flick of her tail. Aurelia looked a little roughed up by the fights she'd already been victorious in - slightly mussed fur, and there was a notch in the silky plume of her tail. The sight made Solulfur feel vaguely...strange, coupled with an odd but faint impulse within her at the idea of colliding with the slender Shakti-Vaes the same way she had with Raisa not a few hours prior.
Was it...anger? Protectiveness? Jealousy? Indignance on Aurelia's behalf?
No time to unpack it all now, if she even wanted to. Aurelia was already moving. She was a ribbon of silver, like gravity didn't bother applying itself to her movements. And it was, if she were honest, a bit distracting.
Aurelia had never once bared a fang to her, not in anger nor in play. It almost didn't seem real, to see her muzzle wrinkled with a warning of violence now. And yet, a sweet-smoky scent she'd know anywhere wreathed around Solulfur It broke her from her brief reverie, but far too late - there were already teeth in her scruff, sending an electric thrill through Solulfur even as her paws slipped out from beneath her. The world tilted on its axis, and Solulfur tried to thrash free of the grip to little avail. A competitive, but good-natured snarl rumbled out of her chest in reply - and warning.
She wasn't going to be beat that easily.
