Golden Glade The line has been drawn

Putting Feyre on the outskirts of the territory, maybe your gal can cross so that it leads to their fight? @Merrigan And sorry for such a tiny post, just wanted to get it started :)

The forest was alight with the suns rays, beaming down at her with luster and joy. Each ray bounced off of her ivory pelt and soaked into every dark corner of the Glade. Feyre was padding through the brush near the edge of the territory, marking as she usually did. This had become her routine, as she hoped to get a few encounters under her belt to please her Alphess and Alpha.

Her thirst was growing in the mid-day heat, begging for relief. It was this that lead her to the fresh scent of the stream. Saking her thirst with the crystal water was easy and she was off again in no time at all, with silver droplets fallinng from her maw as she walked.

She almost had it, she was so close to catching the rabbit. It raced ahead of her and she focused all her attention on catching it, speeding across the ground only inches behind the rabbit. She drooled slightly as she could almost taste the sweet, meaty flavor of rabbit meat on her tongue. She was so focused on catching it that she didn't smell the borders when she crossed them. Chasing it a bit into the territory she finally snatched it's hind leg in her jaws crunching the delicate bone within her strong jaws. Once it couldn't move she quickly snapped it's neck,not one to make something innocent suffer for too long.



Once she had killed the rabbit she lifted her head and sniffed the air, her nostrils flaring and hackles rising with surprise and panic as she could smell the many different scents of wolves around her. She had crossed into a pack's territory! Cursing in a whispered tone she grabbed the rabbit and quickly tried to make her way back to the borders before she could be noticed.

The scent overpowered her, causing her stride to falter. Feyre could smell the fae before she spied her speeding through the brush, dodging their abundant trees. Her anger grew as she took notice of the hare swinging from the wolfess's maw. This was absolutely unacceptable.

Crouching low beneath the grass, she crept silently behind a tree. She waited until the femme was nearly five feet away, listening to her slam through the underbrush with fervor, before Feyre leapt ouut in front of her. A snarl roared from her chest as she landed, steadying her stance in case the fae impacted with her. She felt her hackles raise as she grew to her full height, which was not much, and her tail raise like a beacon of dominance behind her. Whatever it was the woman had to say, Feyre did not care, not since her last fight with an intruder where she had given him the chance to leave. With her muzzle pulled back in a vicious snarl, revealing her deadly canines, she spoke, "Why. Are. You. Here?"

"Shit!" she cursed through a mouthful of rabbit as she couldn't stop fast enough to avoid collision. Instead of scrambling to lessen the impact Merrigan gave a quick shove forward so that she didnt collide with the woman, she Barrelled straight into her. With a fake grunt of pain she rolled off of the white female and re-gained her paws, eyes darting to the dropped rabbit. Quickly she lunged her jaws forward and snatched the prey back, unwilling to give up her catch no matter whose territory it had entered. Despite her unwilling and disobedient attitude she put on a facade of sheepish innocence, and flattened her ears. "Chan eil fios agam an cànan seo a tha thu a 'bruidhinn" She attempted to pretend she did not know english, speaking instead the language of her homeland.


Despite the act she was putting on her fur bristled with hostility and she felt her lips twitching, so she ducked her head to hide it.

The sentence means "I do not understand this language you speak" in Scotts Gaelic.

Want me to throw up a dice roll and tag you? To determine if my move hit and onwards from there?

The force of the femme was enough to barrel Feyre over, causing her to snarl with anger. It was as if the fae had not even tried to stop herself from slamming into Feyre. With a grunt, she lifted herself to her paws, shaking out her ivory pelt. The stranger spoke with foreign tounge, and potrayed varying levels of subordinance and dominance. Her movements cofused Feyre, as she was not used to these borderline shenanigans.

With a snarl, she spoke with deadly calm, "Here's the universal sign of get the hell out loner." With those words, she bared her teeth. This exposed her canines all the way back to her powerful molars. As the woman bent her head, Feyre snapped her teeth in warning just before she lunged forwards. It was an attempt to bite the fae's shoulder that she hoped she was quick enough to land.

Merrigan Stifled a chuckle as she watched the woman regain her footage after Merri had succesfully knocked her down. With a mouth full of rabbit Merrigan was unprepared to respond or defend herself from the snarling words, and then the attack. Fangs connected with her shoulder and she yelped through a mouthful of fur, her own teeth digging deeper into the flesh of her prey as she grimaced against the pain. Dropping the rabbit she Arched her neck back and snapped her jaws at the only thing she could reach, the woman's ears and the side of her face hoping to place several sharp and painful bites so that she could seperate herself from the teeth sinking into her shoulder.

I get confused by dice rolls easily. So since i rolled a 1 my attack in this post will connect, and sine you rolled a 2, your next one will miss?

Nope you got it perfect! My hit will not land on this turn, so I'll just write it that way :3

After being nocked down to the ground, Fey felt woozy. Her brain must have hit the front of her skull just so, becuase she could feel a headache blooming. Stars danced across her vison as she pulled herself to her feet, growling at the other woman's chuckle. She found herself unable to dodge the woman's next attack, causing her pelt to become marred by rivulets of crimson. With a poorly thought out plan, she lunged forwards to bite the fae's neck. Unluckily, she missed as the woman pulled away.

Merrigan's well placed bites had hit their mark much to her pleasure, and she growled with satisfaction. She was going to continue biting and worrying at the bloody flesh and fur, but the woman lunged forward to bite her throat. With cat like grace she sprang away, though this caused her to be further from the rabbit she killed. Intending to keep the rabbit she sprang toward the pallid woman, rearing up onto her hind legs in front of her and seeking to wrap her forearms around her throat. Once this succeeded she collapsed her large body to the side and flipped the woman over, before climbing ontop of her.


Her jaws parted and she snapped forward, sinking her fangs into the sensitive flesh around the woman's muzzle pulling harshly at her lips though not enough to tear them away.

I rolled, which is why i made this attack land!

The woman leapt away with an ethereal grace, to Feyre's discontent. With her jaws snapping clean through the air, she grimaced. The other woman lunged at her, slamming her to the ground. Her head banged on the compact soil; a dizzing effect. The woman's ivories can down on her neck, tearing away at her scruff. With a deep snarl, she attempted to grab the underside of the woman's neck with her teeth. She missed, as the woman lifted up away from her snaping jaws.

Merrigan licked the blood away from her lips and reared up as the pallid woman attempted to bite the underside of her neck. Balancing herself above the fae she aimed her forelegs to come striking down on the still fallen fae, but as she came crashing down her left hindleg slipped in the dirt and she fell awkwardly to the side.

She dodged the agutui wolfess as she attempted to slam her with her paws. With agility, she rolled away from the fae, standing quickly as the woman fell. With a shrug and a quick chuckle, she slipped into the undebrush. Yes. She was leaving the damned rabbit behind, but she could expel her energy on gaining one herself rather than fighting this she wolf.

Merrigan stood poised for attack, her tail arched above her back as she tensed. She had expected the pallid woman to keep fighting until merrigan would have to take her leave from the territory, but instead Merrigan watched the far leave through the underbrush.


taking a moment to catch her breath and to lick the wounds she could reach, Merrigan grabbed the rabbit in her jaws and ran to the borders. Not stopping until she was far from the pack she felt pride in herself.

thank you for this! I enjoyed it immensely!