[The Primal Forests - 'Little Death']<br/><br/>The sight of oblivious Kelbi mating caused Little Death to cock her head to the side in mild confusion. She did not linger on it for long, crouching down and reaching out to climb to an ideal location in which to decend upon the unsuspecting pair. In the process, however, she caught sight of a something even more significant than easy prey. Distictive marks, marks of a male monster, and fresh ones, too, lay before her on the forest floor. She turned her head from side to side, the low murmur drawing her attention upward.<br/><br/>He had remained undetected by her, lying in wait for her even as she had done for the Kelbi. Her eyes narrowed, gleaming with aggression as she returned his low growl with a higher-pitched growl of her own. If the cocky male wanted to play it that way, she would be all too eager to oblige. She abandoned the Kelbi in favor of confronting this confident rival, the kind that really put her on edge. She had no idea that he was responsible for the Kelbi's odd behavior, and although she was significantly larger and stronger than the creatures below, she was just as vulnerable as they. She jumped up onto a branch which was roughly level with him, her tail swinging back and forth, the scales rattling together for a moment before the tip of her tail lunged forward, hurling a spread of poisoned barbs in his direction.<br/><br/>Already the scent he emitted had begun to make her feel somewhat uneasy, the origin of this remaining a mystery to her. Did she fear him? No more than any other rival which had appeared in her territory before. No, this was a much more basic drive, a primal need which he played upon when and where he wished. Her initial attack was followed up by an aggressive lunge, bringing her claws and bladed forearms to bear in her race's signature form.