First Stance

Cold air hit my chest. My jaw unlocked. A low rumble tore from my throat. I flexed my thick fingers, feeling sinew and bone answer my call. Right before me, two fierce warriors stood locked mid-clash, suspended over a wet, dark pavement. Spray frozen in the air. Fresh territory. I lowered my stance, planted my heavy boots against the slick ground, and reached out to press one claw against the wet surface. It rippled under my touch. They did not flinch, but I was moving. My ground now. #Nauknaukstreet #Nauknauklounge #Darkmoon #Videoia #Animations