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hope location is ok! for @Damien whenever you have time!

He had needed to get out and away from the mountain for a while, the news of having non Seageda wolves, others he deemed unworthy to be advising Heda placed above him...it was an outrage. He saw them unfit to console her for they did not know the true ways of the culture they claimed to know. If they had known the way, they never would have accepted the position they have now. They would corrupt the commander, and Tanja feared that Trigeda wolves even less accepting than he would find their way to the mountain and see the wrongdoing before them. He feared for Drageda. 

So he took time away from those that made his blood boil and calmed his rage so that he might not harm anyone on the mountain. They were unfit, but they were still Drageda. And he was a bomb just waiting to be set off, so when he finally did explode he wished to be nowhere near the place he called home. So he marched through the dying grass, seeking to put as much distance between himself and the mountain as he could.

omg I almost forgot about this one!
Sorry for the wai!

To Damien whatever laid south of Blackfeather Woods had gone largely unexplored throughout his life. But that's not a strange statement, for Damien's world had always been Blackfeather Woods and Blackfeather Woods alone. His life had fallen to pieced and been rebuilt in there, and it would likely always be like that, but ever since he became the master of the forest he had realized the dangers that could come from the outside, and that it was his duty to protect his fold.

Exploration had never been his forte, that had been a task he would have rather delegate to someone else, but doing a little recognition of the territories directly adjacent to his claim would do no harm. The light was blinding at first, but after a couple minuted of adjustment Damien saw just how big the world around him was. To the north there were mountains, the lake... not much else worth mentioning aside from the ocean. But to the south there were strange things. He'd come across a gigantic boulder, one he did not plan on climbing, so he walked around it and veered east along the way. That lead to a vast prairie that he did not plan on crossing either. But someone had...

"Stop right there," commanded the dark wolf seeing that the gold male was on a collision path with Blackfeather Woods. He placed himself as a barrier between him and his land, tail high as though it was a banner, and the silver in his eyes fixated on the other.

The trained warrior was able to pick up on the stranger's scent long before he ever saw him. So it came as a bit of a shock when suddenly there was a voice calling out to him and someone standing in his way. Tanja let out a huff of annoyance and proceeded to walk forward with every intention of going over, under, around or threw the wolf that stood before him now. "Your in my way" he let out in a grumble, stopping just a few feet before the dark wolf.

While Tanja had come here with zero intentions of making an enemy, he would not let some punk ass guy push him around. He let out a sigh while keeping an eye out for an attack the stranger might throw at him. Why did everyone feel the need to make things a million times more difficult than they had to be?

Despite Damien's demands there was no sign of the other male stopping. He even looked up, clearly seeing Damien in his way, but that didn't seem to change anything... But for Damien things were the same. He was immovable, standing like a blockade right in front of the other male and completely determined to stop him whether that meant taking his life.

The comment did little to help the other's cause, for the Dark Master of Blackfeather Woods had already decided his position was as far as the other would go. "And you're in my land," he growled back loudly, flagging his tail and curling his lip up in a display of tenacity. If the intruder got as close as a tail's length from Damien that would be the end of it. Damien would lunge straight for his face and push back with his vigorous limbs. That was where the line had been drawn.

Tanja was like a brick wall when it came to strangers, talk to him all you want but chances are he isn't going to listen. He let his tail curve over his back when dark furred male flashed his teeth at him, and Tanja returned the favor by letting his tongue come slithering out of his mouth to simply edge the stranger on. If his interceptor wanted a fight, then a fight was what he would get.

"I didn't come across any claim here." There were no borders as far as Tanja could remember and he saw nothing wrong with walking across free land. "You gonna get out of my way or am I gonna have to make you?" If he needed to go through the stranger he wanted to get it done in over with already so he could be on his way already.

It was always the same pathetic excuse, and Damien had had enough of it long ago. The land could very well be unclaimed, unmarked, unprotected, but there was no boundaries for Damien's possessive nature. If he touched it it belonged to him, and he was standing right there, rooted to the ground as though he was an extension of it.

He did not issue any more warnings, for this time there was nothing more to add. What he'd said was what he'd do, and the next inch that the older male had advanced was the one that unleashed the beast inside. He lunged, the distance between his body and the other close enough for him to take grasp of the throat, for which he'd aimed with determination. All his muscle was put to work towards the purpose, and there would be no stopping him until his claim was put under protection.

Silence had never been a good sign when it came to facing an opponent and the experienced fighter easily caught sight of the stranger's bold attack. Tanja tucked his head in on instinct to protect his neck, but doing so resulted in his face taking the majority of the attacker's blow. He already felt as his blood mixed with the cool air around him while tiny beads of crimson spilled from his muzzle. 

He hissed in pain as he pulled away from the dark man's fangs, skin tearing away in the process. Not wishing to take another major hit, Tanja moved to the offensive and aimed to snap at the stranger's face, hoping to damage an eye. Though any flesh he is able to pierce at the moment is enough to satisfy the gray man.

Hungry teeth collided with the old man's face, and teared flesh as the other pulled away. The blood touched his lips, flowed to his tongue and sent a pleasuring feeling to the incensed titan. But his offense did not stop there, and despite the other's own blow Damien kept advancing towards the other with as much vigor as his legs could provide and wide open jaws that would clench hard onto anything they could. This deflected the other's attack from his face to his neck, which was pierced thoroughly by the other's strong jaws. Not a sign of pain was shown, though, despite the burn he felt appropriated of his flesh.

While he was unsuccessful in his aim to damage the inky stranger's face, Tanja found himself in better position than the one he had originally intended. His fangs pierced the brute's neck and the kru felt the sickening satisfaction of blood filling his jaws. His attack had struck true, but it did not come without a price and Tanja soon found himself at the mercy of his attacker. He too had been hit along his neck and in his own rage had completely forgotten to defend himself. 

Stubborn as he was, Tanja refused to let go of his opponent but knew if the two of them kept this up chances of either of them surviving were slim. After a moment of thinking the situation through, the gray man released his grip and twisted so that he might snap at the stranger's face once again. If this had been along the borders of Drageda, he would have easily remained in his position and given his life to protect Heda's claim. But that was not the case and Tanja refused to die anywhere other than the place he called home.

You have my permission to decide whether Tanja's attacks are successful

The grey man seemed to fall under his mercy, and Damien made the most of his position. He barrelled over the other with his entire weight, no matter how hard the old man's grip was on him, no matter how painful it was and definitely no matter how much worse it could get: Damien was determined to place himself above the other and end his foolish life for good.

He could fee his strength wavering, the painful reminder that he was not as young as he used to be and that age was having it's impact on him. Yet he would not be struck down, not by the likes of this bastard. Mustering up the last of the energy he built inside, Tanja managed to scrape along the side of the inky stranger's face. And immediately, as if it was instinctual the kru did his best to pull away from the others grasp so that he could bolt in the other direction. 

Tanja knew if he remained fighting the results would not end well for him, which ultimately left him with only two options. Fight and die or run and live to fight again. So with the last of his strength the gray man tore away from his opponent, blood now dangerously flowing from his neck. Many thought fleeing was a cowards why out but that was not the case at all, fleeing only meant that the opponent knew when they had lost and aren't ashamed to admit it. And so Tanja ran and never looked back, already certain that he would return one day to get his revenge.

With an unprecedented force, the old man ripped himself apart and away from Damien's deadly embrace. It took a toll on him, as the bloodied claws of the senior savage scrapped the skin off of his face in the form of four lines over and under his left eye. The pain blinded him, disabling him from following the male that swiftly slipped away from Damien's reach and into the distance like the coward Damien had known all this time he was. It had marked for him a death sentence, one that Damien would fondly hold on to until it was fulfilled.

In pain, but bathed in bloody victory, Damien dragged himself back to the darkness of Blackfeather Woods and to the capable hands of his sister, whose magic would heal his wounds in due time. Damien did not mind the scars that it would leave, for they were a mark of his experience in combat, and this one specially, of his superiority.