Snippet #1735949

Options were a funny thing. They could be hindered by anything at all. Tatiana regarded this as she walked out Cru's living quarters. She was headed to the fights.

There was something mildly delicious about the way a simple feral could still be so optimistic that he could win against a soldier. Mentally reminding herself to ask Cru if he wouldn't mind her taking part, she made sure her t-shirt was smooth. It had been a while since she had killed something.

She wondered if he would be at the arena. it would be the perfect time to ask him. Her husband seemed at his best at seeing blood spill. Or at seeing someone bow to him. She shrugged to herself, and kept walking.

Once she reached the entrance, the entering soldiers respectfully made space for her to pass. It wasn't that difficult. She was slender, but tall, and her muscled were the thin kind you got that seemed hidden. She was build like a runner, or a hurdler.

There was someone next to the throne. "Afternoon, Lieutenant." she greeted the Barker, sitting in a smaller seat that was next to Cru's. "Anything interesting happening?" she asked, eyes on the Pit. Hmm... mongrel against a Doberman. Mongrels were often half-starved with food, so they could be like little firecrackers. Always out with a bang. And so it did. It lunged at the Doberman, aiming for the neck. The larger hound dipped down and seized it's front leg. The yelp echoed across the pit, and the crowd cheered.