Unlike goodness, evil needed no protector to keep it alive; it required a vessel to act through. But simply because villains did not need protection to stay malicious, did not mean Grimoire lacked motivation. She delighted in enemies the same way the virtuous loved friends. In same way the good sought company, she sought adversity. Bonding with wolves of unhinged psychology in a home where they revealed their derangement would give her that; criminals attracted heroes, who meant to save society from their ruthlessness.


Also to gain an enemy, she showed Orion only what he needed to see: a demon. Morphing, adapting, and performing was her nature. Monstrous as she was, Grimoire’s mind was not without reasons for her maliciousness. She was not only the word, “demon.” Culture was behind every step, though it was one few learned and fewer accepted. Because of this, the core of her soul was masked with the vicious huntress - a guise more easily accepted. She whet the swords of protagonists into deadly points with prodding at their moral. It was a beautiful sight to see when a hero was fully sharpened.

In the Saggitarius’ case, causing a murderous fight was the beginning and intertwined their destinies more closely than the wolves he lived with. Already, she learned much about who her opponent was. His knightly approach and hateful gaze indicated that he thought of himself as honorable and moral. Understanding of those traits could be applied in the future when she irritated his character by driving metaphorical knives into them.

She gained more knowledge when he recoiled from her assault, which showcased his experience with battle. Her attack hit its mark, but Orion’s swift reaction saved most of his lip. Her heart leaped like a bounding puppy when blood spurt over her tongue. It was delectable! The smooth texture was full of salty, robust, salivary flavor. If wretched scraps from starving loners were cod, then he would be bluefin tuna. The contact was too short for more than a sample. So disappointing. Her teeth slipped down through his lip.

Her former sideways step provided space between the pair since the earlier hold on Orion’s face was not as secure as intended. So, her forehand was also unexpectedly mobile from not being hindered by clenching her foe’s lip. The result was she splayed her legs wider than planned. Her adversary lunged into the opening. The direction he aimed for was one she knew well from severing the femoral artery in quarry. Rather than let him succeed, Grimoire hastily shifted her weight to three legs and hiked up her right hind. His teeth found purchase bellow her knee and above her hock with his jaws over the front side of her leg. The punctures sank through fur and skin and touched the muscle of her lower thigh.

Burning stabbed her nerves with menacing needles, which resulted in a vicious, ear-splitting warning from her vocals intended to stun. She curled around toward the male in a neat “O” within the space achieved from the sideways step. She lowered her haunches some to achieve the movement, which caused an inch length of tearing in the leg wound. Fortunately, it severed no tendons. Screaming sharp, savage barks at him, Grimoire snapped her fangs after his left ear, determined to pull the whole projection from his skull if she seized it.

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Scene: Early morning, no wind, fair weather
Terrain: Grassy field of Diveen, tall grass

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Introduction [x]
Attack 1 [x]
Defense 1 / Attack 2 [x]
Defense 2 / Attack 3 [ ]
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