This new boy was her target for play, and Viora liked to play rough. She wanted to to be tough, and it wasn't a socially brought on desire. It was a natural drive inside the young girl. She wanted to play and tumble. She wanted to be stronger, to build herself up from the bottom, although she didn't really realize it. She just wanted to play and to explore, and this was the perfect time.
The new boy was a challenge. Something fresh to sink her teeth into. She had grown bored of her brother, because things have gotten all too predictable. Maybe she was just imagining it. Maybe it was just the excitement of meeting and playing a new friend. Figuring out how they react to her and her play fights. Things were already getting interesting, with the boy tumbling out of the way of her attack. She landed on her growing grey paws, right on the ground, but she was already ready to bounce back. Her blue eyes were steady, fixed on the boy of black and russet as he readies himself for a counter attack.
The pretty girl with a brindle crown hangs low, but there is something...annoying in her ear. Her brother. What in the world was he going off about? Viora just wanted to have some fun with the boy who challenged her over the butterfly. It was his challenge, didn't her brother understand? This is the way we play? He was getting really riled up, her dear brother, and being the puppy that she is, she got...distracted by his movements and voice. He is so loud, so jumpy, and her eyes dart over to him. She just want to....tap his mouth shut in this moment so she could play with her new toy. At this pace, he was going to ruin it by running his mouth.
It was, of course, a mistake to look away while she was hunched in the ground, awaiting the retaliation of the black boy. Her eyes flung back over right as Magnus jumped, her body only able to tense up as he landed on her, his battle cry ringing in her ears. The rough girl did not yelp or give way. She only was pushed down a little, onto her side just on her front half. The boy was bigger than her, that was for sure, but they were still puppies. She was not too terribly small. A growl of play erupted from the girl of white and ash, her forehead looking extra mean from the brindling as it wrinkled with determination.
The sound of her brother's voice was like that of crickets when trying to sleep. Viora's mouth was right in range to bite down on the black boy's chest behind his front leg, and she had every intention to do so. She attempted, and if she grabbed hold, it would only be for a moment...because Tristan was so...bothersome. Does he not realize she does not care for the words the boy said? Viora just wanted to play and wrestle. The girl would then wiggle her way out from under Magnus, quickly turning her head to him with a sly look on her face. Her eyes went from Magnus to her brother, and they were only filled with trouble.
"Let's get him," she said playfully, her brindled grey tail wagging behind her. She would then attempt to bypass the new boy, hoping he would not...turn on her plan. Viora would then aim to tackle her annoying, loud brother to the ground, and of course, bite on his ears if she got the chance. Maybe she would knock the wind out of him, and he would lose his voice. That sounded amazing, silence, or just the sound of tussling. Viora would not be completely oblivious to Magnus, and she will have her blue eyes open for his movements.