"Weren't you tired of nitpicking on master Zebulon, Nazareth? How about we have a real battle right here?" Diana purrs as she deepens her claws under Nazareth's flesh and the pain has been changed from subtle to severe.
Diana gives the other woman her moment of relief as she pulls back her hand which was now turned into claws. She crouches forward a little as her body begins changing its shape and form.
Smooth and silky coat of caramel is seen to be covering a delicate frame of the luna wolf. Her sea green sharpened eyes were like a charm to set anyone at ease. But the fierceness she has in them right now was like a storm that could have anyone seized. And Nazareth was definitely suffering from it.
Diana positioned herself straight on her place, following her royalty as she howled excessively like the queen she was.
