Wild Berry Meadow you win or you die

(ง'̀-'́)ง fight meh.

 

Warmer conditions had graced the Teekons, bringing the wolves relief from the harsh conditions that had plummeted the lands. As the warm rays of sunlight reached into the tunnels, Atshen felt himself being drawn to their beckoning and soon enough he found himself slithering out of the web for the first time in weeks. Pausing, as the light of the day stung his eyes, the Silencer took a moment to take it all in. All too used to the bleak conditions of the tunnel, Atshen was not used to the vibrancy of life above ground. `He blinked slowly as he looked around, seeing that nothing had changed about the woods. They were mostly as they had been when the pack had retreated to the web and Atshen felt a particular weight lift off of his shoulders. 

Despite his calming, his curiosity brought him away from the entrance of the tunnel and through the territory. He took some time in patrolling, ensuring that nobody had happened across their forest. Thankfully, it seemed, that the storm had kept and intruders at bay. 

In his meandering, Atshen eventually found himself at the borders of the woods, his eyes reaching out to the fields as he squatted. Marking the territorial borderline, Atshen watched, wondering if anyone was lurking in the fields.

She could not stay confined to the lair, not when thoughts plagued her mind. yet she had travelled only a hour, two at the most, when suddenly bile rose in her throat, and the faint dizziness that had plagued her throughout the morning suddenly descended upon her in it's full force. she halted, unsteady on her paws, unerved by the suddenness of the illness. the fact that it's origins were unknown to her had her all the more concerned, until vomit arched through her throat and she stretched her neck forth and gagged forcefully, discolouring the pristine snow.

she meandered from the stench and the mess, sitting heavily upon her paws, tail tucked tight and gaze closed as she sought to collect herself, though one though rose easily above the rest. what on earth was happening? and was now the time that her oncern ought to turn to fear?

It was as Atshen relieved himself that a stranger hobbled onto the scene. As he had a good amount of urine to release, the Silencer continued about his business as he watched the Commoner regurgitate whatever she had consumed. Though he felt sick at the sight, it was something that he could not simply look away from. Her suffering demanded his attention, and he watched on. 

Finishing his business, Atshen gave his bottom half a strict shake to rid himself of any wayward urine all while keeping his gaze on the woman. Pulling himself to full height, the child stood as he lingered in place.  Though he was tempted to take advantage of her there and then, he hesitated, offering words instead. 

"You're disgusting," he said, drawing forward a step and pulling his tail over his back. Perhaps some emotional battering would make her all the more vulnerable.

blunt words met her ears, and her gaze slitted open, her stomach a raw battleground of naseau and discomfort. it was a boy; gaze a fiery orange, akin to flames, and pelt a midnight black. she regarded him a moment later, but could hardly pay much mind to him at the moment, in her current state. "I know." she admitted softly, words faint. she just wished that he would leave, leave her to herlsef and her suffering, though she could not bring herself to dismiss the child just like that.

and yet, another swirl of her stomach had her make a quick decision. "You ought to go. I-" her words stopped there, for another fierce bout of naseau had her vomit once more, and this time, it was right in the direction of the boy, and it was to his misfortune that this was a rather dense stream of vomit and she seemed to be looking directly at him. horrified, a moment later she quickly sought to keep her head down, however, her vomit aim was not all that great. (you see, she had very little practise.)

She drew closer to him, admitting her defeat in her weakened state. He smiled, relishing it all while it happened. Her words were teetering on an idea, but soon a wave of nausea brought said words to a halt. As a result of this, vomit was slung in Atshen's direction and covered his chest in regurgitated meat and stomach acid. 

The overwhelming stench of Hisaya's meal slapped him in the nose, and he backpedaled helplessly as he attempted to get away from the smell. A mixture of emotions washed over him quickly as he tried to grasp fully what had just happened. Though he wasn't one for much for thinking, he did so at this moment he froze with his jaw agape. He did not stay in place with that expression for long, as he was far more of an actor than a thinker, and soon enough a hearty amount of anger swelled in his belly as he fully comprehended what had happened. Coming to a conclusion swiftly, he knew that he had to get revenge for what she had done to him.

Snarling, Atshen leaped forward hoping to bring her down.

she was not expecting the boy of midnight to attack. 
so unawares she was and so did the dizziness and the nausea weaken her, that she had hardly the time to react as the boy leapt. he thudded straight into her chest, and she twisted wildly, landing on her side in the snow. she sought quickly to regain her paws, moving rapidly away from the boy. the overwhelming stench of her sickness and the sudden attack, coupled with the overwhelming shame of vomiting on a child, had her reflexes stalled. she slowed, with a gasp, not at all wanting to attack the boy yet not knowing if he would continue his assualt.

Satisfaction pulsed through him as he made contact with her and sent her tumbling in the snow. Taking no time to celebrate his victory, Atshen acted as she sprung away. His paws scrambled to gain footing on the slush-covered ground, but as quickly as he had slipped, he regained his footing. Due to Hisaya's slowed pace, Atshen was easy to catch up. Finding himself right behind her, he sought this opportunity and leaped, hoping to drag her down. 

He did this all the while actively ignoring the stench of her vomit, holding back his own in favor of revenge.

His fangs met her side, and she growled wildly, in pain and confusion and fear. she swung her head around, jaws agape and fangs seeking a grip on the boys pelt, while with a withering shake she sought to his her pelt of his claws. covered in vomit, blood and another few questionable substances was not how she had expected this outing to end, nor with the panic that gripped her now, her mind lost amid churning thoughts and the normal grace with which she moved and fought totally absent.

Hisaya was successful in her attack and it seemed as though the two wolves were tangled in each other. With his eyes burning, and pain seething from his nape, Atshen dug in deeper to his blow and began shaking his head as if attempting to knock the woman around. Though such movement pained him, Atshen gritted his teeth and continued, hoping to loosen her grip.

her gaze was wide with the shock and the pain of it all, the boy the boy's fangs tore deeper, to rip and tear. the pain inflicted by the ivory blades ripping into her flesh was akin to getting ripped apart, and no longer could she stand it. gracelessly, panic driving her actions, she tore away wildly, leaving a good deal of blood and flesh behind. maw opening in a silent scream, she could do not but turn tail and simply run, forgoing thought in favour of instinct, which currently screamed only to escape. and that she did, adrenaline dulling her pain and lending fire to her steps, running so quickly that her stomach slunk low above the snow, limbs stretched out in wild frenzy.

The woman untangled herself from their fighting and fled, leaving the Silencer to the horrifying aroma that she had left. His eyes burned as he watched her fleeting form, but knew it was not worth it to pursue her despite the mess she had made. He was satisfied with the damage he had done. 

A look of disgust overcame him as he turned his attention from Hisaya and to his pelt. Cringing at the strong odor, the wolf turned tail so that he could return to his mother's territory and seek the cleanliness that he yearned for at that moment.