SOJOURN
MALUS

A fight. A fight. Everyone gathering around to witness what was going on. A fight where the opponents couldn't run away and she was mildly amused by this. In fact she decided to finally make her way over just to see who was fighting each other. One being a Typhooner and another being from the Glades. Humor glistened in her gaze as she paused and she flopped down along the rim of the pit, eyes staying focused on the two individuals that were now starting to try and get hits in one on another. What if they just stopped trying? What motivated them to desperately attack one another? One paw dangled over the rim of the pit as she narrowed her eyes a little, frost starting to deep down the edges. Fighting was an art some said, but she saw it as merely sport and fun. Her tail swayed back and forth and her jaws parted on a low yawn, serpent tongue flicking out before she tilted her horned skull. If there were leftovers she would certainly devour them.

© MADI

The noise above was growing more aggravating to him, in the way nails on a chalkboard might have been to the ears. It was just grating white noise on repeat, and it didn't once ease up or let him down in being absolutely insufferable. Between asking who would win, what was going on, Arvid's stupid little remarks that had no power at the end of the day when compared to the guilt and remorse he was already letting fester within his soul, and only served for surface level drama in his mind. Somewhere in his subconscious he hoped that Maude, the very creature that dragged his ass here, would shut the direwolf up for a period of time. Besides, he was too preoccupied with both his attack and how to postpone it.

He nearly sneezed when Mazepaw's wings hit him directly in the face, rubbing his nose with a frown as his opponent moved finally, making a break for it despite having nowhere to go. It made this whole thing harder in the end, that fact. Danny figured that it was at least far to take some injuries for himself, as much as Mazepaw could offer anyway, not making too much of an attempt to avoid the clinging of the discens on his back. It was too bad that it was a move he had seen so often prior to an actual confrontation, huh? He only glanced at the other from out the corner of his eye, [i]shoving himself back into the wall to make an attempt to collide Mazepaw with the side of the pit. Actually pulling him off seemed like a rougher idea, unless he had wanted to take skin and fur with him.

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]