Martyr

Martyr, Daughter of Death Guardian and Devilness, was now a full-grown two-year-old. Martyr had turned out to be a very strong female, and was thriving with muscles. Martyr was stubborn, and grown into a complete bitch. Now, Martyr called upon her father, Death Guardian. Martyr wanted to be a warrior, and she would fight for her rights.

Death

He heard the call and came to her.He could tell what she wanted.You are not a warrior and will not be classified as one fem. You will fight when we have a war but you will never be classfied as a warrior. Warriors are higher then you and always will be you are of the lower sex therefore will remain a mother and once breedable age will breed to a male a raise pupsHe growled.Now return to your mother and tell her she is start your mother training.

Martyr

Martyr growled, replying to Death Guardian, "Lower sex? I understand males have more privledges, but I am only classified as the lower sex?" Martyr glared at Death, lips curling to reveal her teeth. Without anything else, she pivoted hard and disappeared into the tall grass, tail held high. Martyr had become the monster that her father was; bloodthirsty and vicious. Martyr didn't need training to be a mother, and she wasn't planning on being a mother. All Martyr wanted to do was kill.

Death

Death growled back and glared and immediatly ran right after the female. He would have to put her in her place.He followed her scent and when he cought up to her he lept to tackle her.

Martyr

Martyr yelped with surprise as Death tackled her, the male's daughter was immediately provoked and she twisted underneath him, snapping at his face viciously. "Gettre off!" Martyr snarled, her fangs barred and fur raised. Martyr shifted her hind legs underneath her and used them to help propel Death off of her. Martyr was the fiercest child that had been reared in the Mother's Den, but that was mainly Martyr's self labelling. Martyr used her front paws to slash at Death's under-chest. Martyr wasn't going to let him call her a girl.

Death

He was thrown off but her claws missed their target.He lunged for her neck this time. His front claws going for her eyes. His back legs shoving him forward.

Martyr

Martyr clamped her eyes shut, shifting so Death's fangs only got the back of her neck, more so her scruff. Martyr dug her paws into the ground, not willing to go down without a fight. Especially to her own father. Concubine or Javelin, fine....but Death, not good. Martyr snarled, Death's claws slashed directly down each side of her face, but missed the target of her eyes. "Maybe you made a mistake spawning me!" Martyr taunted, her voice full of spite.

Death

He growled.Then if i can't put you in your place I will just kill you!He growled as he attempted to shake his head to and fro.He kept clawing and pulling at her.

Martyr

Martyr smirked, pulling herself from Death's grip and stumbling several steps, her neck and face bloody. "I'd dare you to kill me," Martyr started darkly, hackles raised, "But I'd be wasting my breath. You'd never kill me! I'll be the first one of your children to give birth to pups not sired by you or Javelin!" Martyr pivoted hard, dashing away and disappearing into the den, her face contorted and her body giving off heat of rage. Martyr went into one of the empty dens, laying down and licking her wounds.

Death

HE snorted and shook his head. Then moved away marking his terratory.