MONTHLY MEETING [ JANUARY 2021 ]

[ninazu]

The heat wore on the snow leopard, turned her body from an oasis of warmth to a raging inferno beneath her fur. As she stepped into the meeting grove, her muscles spasmed and fur shivered. Ninazu licked her teeth as the white fangs elongated and lengthened, new teeth erupting out of her gums. Red blood ran down her mouth, staining the green feathers growing over her face.

The Utahraptor, gleaming as though she’d trapped the cosmos in her feathers, rose on her rear legs. Her clawed hands curled, flexing and testing these odd joints, and her neon gaze tracked the attending creatures. It had taken all of them to defeat the Coalition, but her family hadn’t been defeated. Stryker would return, she trusted in him; they had temporarily vanquished him.

But they had not destroyed her. Ninazu had died, twice, and resurrected herself both times. With her as the Coalition’s Kingpin, she knew she would lead them to victory time and time again.

For now, however, the Utahraptor merely smirked. She stopped next to her daughter, her claws tapping the ground. She licked the last traces of blood off her muzzle with her blue tongue. “Greetings. I hope your territories are recovering well.” Ninazu spoke smoothly, but a smirk tugged at the corner of her maw. Let them all shuffle in their collective misery, too fucked individually to assist each other, like the Typhoon’s meteor had wrecked the Coalition’s territory. How the tables turn.

“Stryker has… not returned. I’m sure you’re all overjoyed to hear that, aren’t you?” Her neon green eyes narrowed to slits as she spoke about her husband, and the Utahraptor’s tail thwacked angrily against an oak tree, jostling the empty branches. “I rule now, in his place.”

If they were smart, they would remember Ninazu’s strategies in the Pitt. Of the villain duo, she’d always been the more inclined to calculated violence. Where Stryker fought for a goal with blitzkrieg zeal, she surgically attacked her opponent’s weak points. Until she’d been driven mad with rage, of course, and spiraled after Jervis dethroned her. But this is what lead to the crumbling of the Coalition’s empire, directly caused Stryker’s death, and she wasn’t blind to this weakness.

Cold anger ruled her heart, now, its icy fist cooling her reckless fire.

“The Coalition has achieved our goal. Our territory is no longer a barren wasteland, thanks to the Elysium’s generous donation. We will leave the rest of you in peace…” She smirked, and grimaced at Gael and Rhinestonestar. “Besides. If little snow flurries give you such trouble, you’ll never make it a kilometer into our freezing mountains.”