HA! I got him! My mouth bites into his dark fur, and it is always so satisfying when I get a good bite into someone. I cannot explain the rush I get when I come in contact with another, contact with my teeth. It is just something very wild and primal in my very blood. I may be embodied in a delicate female frame, but I know that I was meant to be a beastial warrior, destined to destroy worlds and fight with a deadly determination.

But here I am. Chewing on this boy again. One that will actually fight me back and play. Tristan always wants to talk. Talk talk talk. Blah blah blah. I don't understand the point of it. I often lay there rolling my eyes when he does that. I'd rather tussle in the mud or run to the top of a mountain. Or, like today, sink my teeth into this boy's shoulder. I am also successful in throwing around my light frame, dusted in charcoal and grizzled in grey. I totally don't care that he nipped at my neck, I could hardly feel it anyway. I simply go all in. Go big or go home.

He rolls away and of course I end up rolling some myself, my form quickly attempting to adjust. My rolls ends with me on my back, white belly up, and I flip to my feet. As I turn my head, my blue eyes catch him suddenly coming towards me.

"Shit!" I yell suddenly, knowing that I cannot possibly move fast enough although I try. He clips my side as I attempt to move out of the way, my form hitting the ground with a snarl from my pretty lips. I feel my form going back into the ground, his body on top of mine as he pins my back to the ground. I am once again belly up. There is a fierceness in my eyes as I immediately start snapping at his dark paws. My snaps are not nice. If I do catch him, I will bite him hard, yet if he is positioned right, I won't be able to grasp him at all. I wiggle around like a wild rabid fox, but in the end my lack of strength will always be a burden to me.

"Let...me...GO, DAMN IT!" I say with a snap between attempts to bite. My voice is tainted with growls and snarls, for I am not one that is the be described as 'lady-like'. Although maybe acting sweet and innocent would give me an advantage I am simply...not in the mood. I just want to bite him until he squeals. Why can't I be the strong one for once?