promotion? what a funny little thing. ranks mattered little to the snowbounder, but she couldn't deny the feeling of being recognized was a pleasing one. the feeling of pride was not an unorthodox sensation to the girl's heart. but she did not allow herself to bask in it, only offering atbash a small little smile that did not display teeth, but stretched across her features.
"thank you love!"

another to congratulate her was henry; the alabaster felidae's face familiar to her. but his smile did not last long. nui knew sincere and she knew insincere. she knew it well, and she knew how to play fauxness.

still, a fellow clanmate failing to be excited by the current going-ons of the clan was no big occurrence and no reason for alarm. people would be naturally monotone. people would be naturally un-enthused. she did not blame him.

the meeting was far from over, still. izuku and tsuyu's efforts had not gone unnoticed within the leader's eyes. it was a reckless, impulse mission, but they had succeeded nonetheless, injuries not withstanding.
"good job, izuku and tsuyu. you've earned it," venturing into the lion's den. she's addled jealousy. she should have joined them. not for the fame or the glory or the title, but from the rush of adrenaline and the struggle that came from facing off with the enemy. the blood, the sweat, the urgency. the two youngsters had returned to snowbound injured, exhausted and absolutely disheveled. she wanted to meet the people who could do that to them.

stryker was an issue of utmost importance. a traitor to snowbound. she sensed it in the way atbash's eyes hardened, her gaze flitting to him in righteous fury. nui followed that gaze, but her eyes failed to cloud over with hatred and mistrust. instead those beady sapphire irises gleamed with interest, curiosity lurking openly on her features. but her mind rushed like the torrents of a stream, inquiry echoing in her head as to why the lion would attack izuku.

stryker was right to some extent. peace was a joke. how fragile it was. how easily it could be shattered.

the lion's disregard for the dangers of acting nonchalant in an enemy clan is... alarming to say the least. even in a throng of pacifists, there would always be the one to strike first. the daredevil. the hidden warrior amongst the crowd of sheep. he was testing them-- taunting them, and nui wondered if stryker genuinely believed that there was not one amongst them with a single violent bone in their body.
he was sorely mistaken.

and he was given them permission to drive him away with tooth and claws and killing intent. a dangerous mistake in deed.

"I'll leave as soon as one of you powder puffs wants to drive me out of here with their claws bared and aiming for the throat."

without hesitation, ivory claws slide from their sheathes, claws flexed. thirsty for blood. her belly flutters, body quivering like a leaf in the wind as a quiet little shiver goes up her spine. she can't contain herself, the felidae bursting from her skin with a savage, sanguinary aura that tingles with otherworldly killing intent. no one couldn't blame her for this blatant invitation, could she? her teeth demands blood; demands to be satiated.

how nice of him to let her have a go... how.. how glorious! how sweet of him! she was just so grateful that she wished that she could pinch his little head right off.

his size does not daunt her. how could he, when he has allowed himself to cockily relax in the presence of the enemy. she is lithe and more agile than him; his hide made to be easily pierced. let him believe that he is safe in his size.

her heart feverishly thunders against her ribs with the anticipation of bloodlust, and for the first time nui thinks she might faint! this is too much for her poor soul to take. she finally has her chance. and she? she quakes. not with fear, but comfort and ecstasy at the great things to take place. blood rushes to her head like thunder, drowning out the sounds.

cry is already attacking, ebony talons aimed for the offending lion's irises. she doesn't have to worry about dropping her mask before these clanmates. she can handle herself. nui is made to kill, bones tinted in destruction and foreign origin. something within her groaned and lusted for this chance, her inner leech rousing itself from within veins. she stands stiff, forcing her joints to lock together, the threads within her nearly bulging from her skin. a hitched breath, and then she contains herself, forcing the threads back down. she can't help that the sight of battle is exciting and-- keep it together nui.

she was made and bred for bloodshed, and her body demands she have it.

in an instant, like a spector, she de-materializes rapidly, cutting the bounds of reality only to reappear once more, flickering onto the lion's back in the second it takes for one to flutter an eyelid.

nui wastes no time. her limbs move to hook vicious, needle-like claws into the lion's unprotected flesh and rip open a wound betwixt his spine. should she succeed, she'd eagerly sink her claws into his exposed skin and twist her talons like a dagger, another paw poised to tickle at the bared wound in a most crude manner. he really should know better to get her hype like this. her stomach is practically gushing with exhileration, and her ribs tighten. how kind of him to present a fight and a potential feast. she'll gladly repay that kindness. she wants to thank him, in the only way that she can, and she was anything but calm.

// w h oo ps long post