[Nothern Wilds] In Fight and Flight (Lyalya/Open)

[Sivana Anavis]

Sivana’s eyes twinkled. She had come out into the forest to stretch her wings. It was one of the rare times she chose to do so. She had eventually had fallen asleep in a tree when she was awaken by the chatter of three people. As curious as she was, she decided to go out as far on a limb as she dared and watched them converse. They probably had not noticed her, her black feathers blending in to the shadowing of the tree. She was amused by the meeting, fighting at times to contain an outright laugh which would sound like a menacing caw from her beak.

At the mention of the game, she thought it was a bit childish. It was a compliment, considering she could be considered a child herself at the age of seven, despite having an older looking body. The Zith would have an advantage, with his wings, and the male with his seemingly good combat skills. She wasn’t sure about the female though. She smirked in her mind. Let the mischief begin… she thought as she hopped to the ground, laying low and heading toward the female's tree as she yelled the start of the game.

[Shadowfang]

Shadowfang's surprise only escalated as Lyalya scurried up her tree just after beginning the game. For someone who was so eager to fight, she was quick to run away. Or maybe she was not running away, maybe this was simply a tactic of hers. She was certainly an intriguing creature. The realization that he had very little time to react snapped him back into the fighting mentality and he quickly thought of his own tactics. Lyalya might have some delay in trying to stop him if he attacked her, hanging from her tree like that, but that would leave his tree open to attack from Roka. Roka would be able to put up a better fight, he thought, seeing as he was already prepared to fight. In the midst of his planning, a breeze carried Roka's scent to his nose once more. The male just smelled so much more... inviting... vulnerable. Almost like prey during a hunt.

That last thought had settled it. Lyalya could tire herself out hanging on her tree for all he cared, Roka's tree was his target. He bent his legs and released the pent-up energy, propelling himself towards Roka with a feral snarl. His arm was drawn back, dagger in hand, ready to swing down and Roka himself, then swing back upwards at the tree in the confusion he hoped to cause. With luck, he might be able to land a hit on Roka's tree and get back to guard his own before Lyalya could have a chance to attack it.

[Roka]

Roka readied himself with a deep breath and a sinking stance assessing the easiest and fastest line of attack to out sprint a pair of leathered wings. As he took in the crisp air through expanding nostrils he caught a smell that distracted him. It wasn't entirely out of place, just familiar in that it was the scent of a creature spun together with the debris of a filth ridden city. His head cocked to the side as if to spot what he had caught, only to be surprised by something much less friendly. Shadowfang's wings spread lisping air about them in a hissing invasion to his eardrums.

He spun back and lifted his dagger with steely eyes to block any strikes that were to rain down upon his unarmored and pinked flesh. Unconscious fangs snarled their way from beneath curled lips and pupils slivered into barely visible perpendiculars.

Their blades and arms collided in a mess of fur and flesh, no real injuries received just enough to cache off on another and his body crouch to slide across the moist dirt.

He snorted his detest and stood to wipe at his face and charge Shadowfang once more, this time reached for a leg to throw him down into the dirt.