Incarnate

Chapter 1

Incarnate
Chapter One

   Beneath the wintry air and the aspersed clouds of November, Diana's breath is pale against the numbing current.

Gravid pants of frost and acidity flutter from the curled lips of her opponent, hot and galled against the thriving atmosphere of the bar, whilst the silhouette of the man's disfigured shadow moved heedlessly against the barely lit room.

Diana's body was fluid against the disheveled thrusts of her opponent and her lips barred fervently at her homicidal lust for the fight.

Her skin prickled with anticipation, as his jagged knuckles grazed her prominent cheekbones and the swelter of his breath sheltered her against the bite of the room.

   "That all you got," her words were barbed against her thick accent and suppressed over the clamor of drunken wolves, but she knew he'd understood her by the way his eyes darkened.

   His nature was writhing under the tawny material of his skin and a low snarl tumbled through his broad chest. Throwing the burden of his robust body behind his jab, Diana chortled at the pain that blossomed in her jaw.

The acrid aroma of blood filled the air, as she discarded it at the man's hefty feet, watching as his fury achingly unraveled.

   His nature was livid, making his presence apparent in the murky depths of his eyes. Diana was no longer fighting a man; she was fighting a beast.

She mused to herself, as he wiped the crimson blood off of his face and lunged for her.

His strength was reinforced and if Diana was a humble woman, the beast would have easily conquered her petite frame. She was perceptive, however, and too accomplished to neglect the man's reliance on his left leg and right arm.

   Plunging beneath the weight of the beast, she escaped the violent hook aimed toward her face and plummeted her elbow into the crook of his nose. A sickening crack filled her ears, making her body hum with adrenaline.

Diana was not a merciful woman; she delivered a ruthless blow to the delicate spot between his eyes and crouched to sweep his feet from under him.

The walls of the bar thundered at the impact and a snarl ricocheted through the fighting ring, silenced as Diana pressed her forearm against the column of his throat brutally.

   The man's body distorted beneath her, attempting to cast her body off of his, but her legs captured him beneath her relentlessly. Talons clawed at her bare skin until crimson coated her clothing and her claws extended in the midst of her own apathy.

   "Submit," her words were clear but the beast was full of disdain.

His basalt orbs charred her and he barred his canines to her in his defiance.

   Diana's blood hummed in her veins and there was no reluctance in her whilst she took her extended claws and mangled his canines from his gums. His pulse grew faint against her skin and the bellow of drunken wolves calmed at the sight.

The bar was reticent, bathed in the only the moonlight and the aroma of bodily fluids.

The beast gasped on his blood, incapable of blaring or wailing his agony, as she stripped his pride from him before a bar filled with wolves who belittled her.