08-02-2019, 11:50 PM
Pft. Not her fault she was distracted by the thought of food. She tried to remember if she had ever had lion before, eyes glazed over in thought as she gestured towards an open area of the camp. "Let's go over there," she said, padding a few yards away and waiting for Wormwood to join her.
When Wormwood would get into position, Vathmos would begin to circle him, whooping and laughter coming from her throat. She used to do this in numbers, but she had to do this alone now. She didn't expect to win this fight, but she could either outlast him or annoy him.
Vathmos continued laughing as she circled, sometimes taking a step forward or back, sometimes lunging forward then jumping back. She was feigning attacks, maybe just to mess with him, or something more. When she was behind him, Vathmos finally leapt forward, finally aiming to bite his back, and pull at his skin then would take a few steps back to get out of his threat range.
When Wormwood would get into position, Vathmos would begin to circle him, whooping and laughter coming from her throat. She used to do this in numbers, but she had to do this alone now. She didn't expect to win this fight, but she could either outlast him or annoy him.
Vathmos continued laughing as she circled, sometimes taking a step forward or back, sometimes lunging forward then jumping back. She was feigning attacks, maybe just to mess with him, or something more. When she was behind him, Vathmos finally leapt forward, finally aiming to bite his back, and pull at his skin then would take a few steps back to get out of his threat range.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━