It was evident that Pasiphae was not going to evade retribution her puerile behavior. The two beings glared at each other with an intensity that would melt steel, but neither moved. A thick silence hung in the air that was complimented by the steady breaths that were coming from both of the mongrels. Pasiphae dug her claws into earth, because she sensed that the brute was not going to let this go, not like she was prepared to. The Brindle remained tense, internally worried that she had bitten off more than she could chew, but externally she showed nothing but dignity and pride. He was trying to take that dignity from her, and she would not stand for it. Tempest was supposed to be strong and powerful, and she would not allow him to beat the power from her bones. If Tempest was nothing but a flock of sheep then this was no place for her, she was the Wolf. …show more content…
Connecting with her body, he used the momentum to knock her off balance. Her back legs buckled, sending her bottom half to the sandy floor. Sand rolled between their bodies, and impairing the vision she had of him and likely impairing his own. Why did it have to be so dry in this wasteland? Fangs snapped towards her, narrowly missing her face and digging deep into the skin near her shoulder. She whine, but suppressed the yelp that was caught in her throat from the pain. Pasiphae should have been used to it by now with her loses at the ring, but she was not. The pain was red hot, as if a poison had entered her blood stream and was screaming out to her brain. Pasiphae pushed her back legs up until they had successfully regained their footing, but she thrashed against his hold. His head shook along with her body, only making the damage to her shoulder