Sorry for the time gap inbetween updates. Well here is another short chapter. Enjoy.
Go-la of Fall and Winter
After ten hours of straight running, she finally reached her destination. The spirits had led her to an icy tundra, snow raining from the heavens only to fall to its demise on earth.
"I finally made it," Drisana said. "The only thing left is to defeat Go-la…!"
Suddenly cracks started to form in the ice. Not deep enough to create a permanent wound in the earth, but deep enough to remind Drisana that this was no longer her territory and that she should be more careful when watching her step.
"Go-la, show your self! I am Drisana of spring and summer. I have come to defeat you to bring life to this barren land of snow and ice!" Drisana yelled. Then suddenly the snow swirled into a horizontal funnel in front of her. As soon as it disappeared, a large waya was where the funnel once was. This waya had icy blue eyes and fur as dark as the moonless night.
"I accept your challenge Drisana of spring and summer. I am Go-la of fall and winter, prepare yourself!" Go-la growled with deep malice filled in his voice, identifying that Go-la was indeed male.
"Tch." Drisana scoffed. She lowered her head and bared her fangs. Fur bristled to the point that it looked like it had static electricity in her fur, steady determined red eyes watching and determining Go-la's movement.
"…!" Suddenly Go-la was gone in a snowy twister, only to reappear behind her and lunge forward, fangs bared.
Drisana regained her composure and, before he was able to get to her, summoned a thick vine to defend from his attack. Then, just as quick as Go-la had disappeared, Drisana had leapt over the vine, snarling with her teeth bared. Surprised at his opponent's quick movement, Go-la had no chance to defend and escape her fangs. Drisana had bit hard and deep into the scruff of his neck, shedding the first of the blood. Go-la howled as pain ripped through his body.
Maneuvering his head and muzzle, he bit Drisana's own back and ripped her off of him. Throwing her quite a few feet from him, but before she was able to hit the ground she twisted her body to land on her feet. Both waya now covered in there own blood. Go-la's blood was seeping through his fur from the fresh wound to his neck, Drisana's white fur, now blood-stained with her own fresh wound that Go-la had delivered in a feeble attempt to get her off, was a crimson red that matched her eyes. Both waya were now done resting and had leapt at each other, biting and scratching whenever the other had seen an opening, the battle turning into a non-stop-blood-shedding war.