Haunted Wood tree top, my bra

tweedle-eedle-ee, popsicle, popsicle, oo ya butt stink.

she was on the search for @Vengeance and determined to find him. whether for simple conversation or a training session, abeja thought that it would do her good to have a moment alone with the warlord.

serem was his consort, and she knew this. she would be careful not to overstep until she thought that their bond was strong enough to test. in the meantime, she was content to spend time with him, doing as he wished.

abeja sounded a series of short calls for him as she ventured toward the territory's heart.

-1C°, currently it is light mist and set during the afternoon. Located in Haunted Woods, wretched timberland | ooc notes: lets gooooO!!!!

Breeding season was just around the bend. With the coyotes continuously testing their borders in search of food, it was only natural that the members of the Nightwalkers were beginning to get more aggressive. Not only for the right of breeding and procreating but to keep the lands safe from outsiders, and the precious amount of food left untouched by anyone who wasn't one of them. The wolves who called themselves "packmates" were dangerous enough as it is without adding more danger from outside the misty borders of the forests.

As he patrolled the haunted woods, something he did very often as of late with the intruders constantly outside their borders - he heard the calls that beckoned him to come. With a shift of his movements, ears flickering in its direction, he slithered forth toward the woman who was calling for him. Does this answer your question? The man's teasing words rumbled out of this throat as he thought back to their first meeting, he asking him if he would answer should she call for him.

abeja took care to hide her surprise. vengeance appeared, not with a certain haste, but with a rumble of words deep enough to steal her breath. she looked up at him in silence, allowing a half-smile to break onto her maw. am i interrupting you? she asked, knowing it didn't matter. i am looking for a spar. 

there were others here who she could have asked, but what good would that have been? if abeja wanted to prove her prowess, she would have to do it directly before those in charge. are you interested? she waited for a response, bracing herself should he use actions rather than words.

Rolled a 6

I wouldn't be here if you were. Was the simple answer. Should he have been busy, he would have simply ignored the calls and continued on what mattered most, or what was currently his task. He was the Warlord after all, and his is what mattered most. It was easy enough to turn a deaf ear, even if it were to piss off a member, the majority of them knew him well enough by now as the callous king he was.

And there it was, the reason behind her calls. A spar with the emperor of the woods, something that he would never turn down. She offered and braced herself, that was enough invitation for him to begin. He was slow due to his size, but capable of bursts of speed. He did so now, lunging forward only to twist his body just enough to offer his shoulder as his first strike. Aiming right for her face or throat, he would try to disorientate her first and follow up with a hip thrust at her own lower body to break through those defensive stances of her and force her to be more vulnerable to what would come next. (they should now be facing the same direction, shoulder to shoulder)

8

vengeance's shoulder landed on the crest of abeja's snout. she winced on contact and found her vision quickly blurred by tears. a moment was spent trying to blink them away, giving the warlord enough time to steady himself beside her and disturb her balance.

abeja stumbled but thought to use this to her advantage. she snapped for his forearm as she continued to fall, hoping to bring him down with her.

Damage roll of 4!

His initial attack worked as originally intended. The woman's defenses were shattered and he prepared to continue with his own onslaught, to show her what the Warlord was truly capable of! Zero mercy with no time allotted to wait for her to regain her footing, he was already in mid-attack until he felt his forearm sting. 

She was quick, he would give her that much. With her tugging on his leg in mid-attack, he began to tumble down, crashing into the woman on the ground - he would use this as an opportunity to make her regret making him fall. Using his weight to crush her and regain his own footing - perhaps the next round he would be able to do more than just fall (should the dice allow a higher roll lol).

2 :(

the attack was successful, though only momentarily. it was difficult to breath beneath vengeance's weight; until he regained his footing, standing once more, she was forced to struggle through a series of ragged breaths.

afterward, she was quick to leap onto her own feet. it was clear that there was no grace in this spar. abeja analyzed their positions as quickly as she was able, leaving herself open to attack.

LOL such low rolls right now, wtf??? I got a 3 :') feel free to have her block his attack btw to get that 3 to make sense!

Once on his feet again, the man circled just enough as the woman recovered from the stumble as well. The moment she was on her feet was the moment he began his new strike. Only waiting long enough to try and find an opening. The spar was messy, uncoordinated, there was no grace to their movements or plan other than to try and strike until the other decided it was over. 

Snaking forward he aimed to bite at her shoulder from behind, in a quick drive-by bite only to back away as quickly as possible to re-assess the situation. If she got frustrated enough, maybe he would get the upper hand and finalize this spar once and for all.

1, i-
edit: 4

vengeance took advantage of her lowered defenses. abeja didn't have enough time ot dodge the bite to her shoulder, and though it didn't stick, it left a set of scratches all the same.

she bounced a few steps away, snapping aimlessly in his direction.

This dice is mean, i swear. 4

His attack was but a graze, but perhaps enough to regain his footing on this faceoff. She began to snap aimlessly in his direction and he took the moment to sacrifice his own shoulder in order to try and get a good grip on the woman. Hoping to grab the crook of her neck and try to control her movements for the remainder of this fight. This time he would press into her, pushing against the ground to muscle his way to victory - as per usual when it came to a fight against Vengeance.

abeja's teeth were quick to latch down on his shoulder, though only for a moment. vengeance's bite landed in congruency with black hat's, reopening the fresh scab wounds. she yelped, her body moving against him in an attempt to escape. 

the wounds opened continued to stretch. abeja had to think quickly, else she would be forced to submit. 

abeja snapped, hoping to land another bite on his forearm.

Her yelp was sweet as he made contact with her neck, bitting in hard to latch on as eyes burned with a furious fire for the fight. His shoulder burned with the wound that dug into it but he was certain that victory would be his soon. She was tiring, he could tell, they were in the final stretch for their little spar until - she got his leg again.

He let go of his grip from her neck, deciding that this spar was over. She was either desperate for a win or had much more in the tank left than he thought. Enough, you win, I concede. But a victory over a spar was not important enough to him to risk more injuries for. Perhaps if this was a rank challenge or something of more importance he would not quit, but for now, he would step away.

a good spar, abeja coughed between breaths. the wound on her neck was bleeding, but not as profusely as it once had. she would have to patch herself up later, after being dismissed from the battle ground. again some time, yes? vanity would also be sought out at some point, though she thought that it might be for something more serious than a practice round.

Offering a quick nod in response to it being a good spar, the wounds he gathered today were nothing new. The bleeding would stop, scab over and add tot he growing collection of scars that riddled his undercoat eventually. It was becoming the norm for him to constantly have wounds healing over, especially since creating this pack of mercenaries - something that he still relished in. The fights, the power struggles, it was still all so magnificent to the Warlord to be a part of and watch. Yes. He would never deny a fight to anyone who sought it out, it made them both grow after all as warriors. 

With that said and done, Vengeance began to stalk away, back into the darkness of the forest and disappearing into the mist.