Muscles tensed as jaws audibly clicked on air. Inwardly she grinned and death watched with an eagerness like the thrill of the hunt the darkness so desperately craved. The smaller female spun snapping at her flank she may not be as agile but her reflexes were good for a wolf of her size. The female managed to graze her skin, a scrape of fangs, not enough to draw blood but enough to send an electricity of excitement coursing through Sekhmet’s veins; she was quick to snap at the females cheek offering more of a spar of jaws perhaps it was less aggressive than other forms but the smaller fem danced away from her before she could draw from the thrill of clashing teeth her her own taking flesh.

Stamina, it was something she was stockpiled with but learned the value of never wasting a drop of it. Instead, her muscles coiled ever protective of her body as it was a vessel of the abyss that chewed at her ever broken soul giving her much more drive than met the eye. “Cowardly.” She hissed, she wanted manipulation she wanted to push the girl to lung at her. She needed to use her bulk to the advantage, this was an interesting prey, perhaps not even the prey for jaws and throats but perhaps she would be prey in a different sense. Sekhmet was eager to see more and a deep growl rumbled from within her chest her as her eyes gazed cautiously to the move that would be made.

The darkness whispered and encouraged often tempting her with the pleasures of blood and the pain of her foes, their foes. Something within insinuated that if she could sway the smaller fem to her side her darker purpose would be made easier. This wasn’t a gift, this was something she had to take. Something in her bright eyes danced in the delight of the void as the deep whispered secrets to her. Cautious of her throat she hissed lowly, “Embrace it.” Her words more liked hissed whispers hints of a deep unknown pleasure spilling from her tones. Her teeth clicked once more, leaving them slightly parted. Her muscles set to propel her forward or adjust her course as she needed to. A pact she made, a pact she would keep and oh how she was starving for a feast.