The mountain always was one of her favorite get-aways. She felt powerful ontop of the peak, like nothing could touch the fire guard, nor' could anything stand in her way. The breeze graced through her smoking pelt, as she breathed steadly, embracing the wind and the world itself.
She truly felt, she was one with wilds.
She felt, powerful.
She felt like she was a Sovereign.
"I like to think there would be a day I do," arrogant, it was a key trait for the fire guard. She had confidence in her ability, to be a general, and stand above those who come before her. There was ambition, not to be a leader of a pack, but be a general amongst them. She wanted to lead warriors, be a companion, and a superior.
"I'm Orlaith," she turned to the ashen male, and greeted the fellow with a grin as she stood prominently upwards, "guard of Seelie Court. Who are you?"
"I could offer you a place, but I have a feeling you prefer being a free spirit." She liked the atmosphere this wolf had, and the presence he simply held. Cooling, like the grays in his pelt, but a similiar fire to her own. A blue, hushed flame, but it always meant it simply was far more hot then that of a regular ember. Though arrogant, she would never express such, believing her own would always be superior.
"What brings you to these mountain, Aries?" The wolf grinned at the other, proposing a seat next to her.
"I simply enjoy it." It was assumed to be the highest peak, and it gave a way for her to look down toward the land. It simply felt- freeing to above all, and felt like her worries can be carried into oblivion. It was what she did her first time at the wilds, Orlaith simply screamed her anger into it's voice.
"You lived around these parts?" She asked, wondering if the grayscale man was a native. She knew a few, including her Queen, that were natives within the land, and was curious how far history went.
She grinned wildly. It was never a time where Orlaith would deny a friendly spar, especially with one who seemed to be tempered by nature itself to gain where he was. She wisked herself off from the rock they laid, and backed into a flat corner, "Sure," she said later, despite already preparing.
"Bring it on buddy," while a foolishly delighted grin hung on the flaming wolf's face, she still held the proper means of a sparring stance. Her body low to the ground and balanced, but she held tail firmly tucked and ears behind. Never know what could go bad in a fight, and she did not wish to lose anything yet.
Successfully gotten so, she weared and teared, a wild beast trying to take hold. Her intent was not tear flesh but to bring him down. Both in height and weight were mighty, and clocked at a tie. It was simple luck she thought, and hoped it would be on her side. Though he came back with the same, constant biting and grappling, piercing between her fur to lunge onto flesh.
But she slipped, her paw seemed to slide to the floor as she was nearly tumbling to her side, but refused to relent on her grip from his neck. Perhaps hanging, if she managed to stay afloat.
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Anchored.
The flame had latched herself to pock-marked skin as he lurched, incisors clung to flesh and fur; a sonorous growl was summoned from his throat as she dangled, sunset skidding perilously from cragged rock. It was not just the fire guard lurking above a fathomless plunge, but Aries too – where her jaws had tethered to his hide, her weight tugged him forward, incessant tears marring at his skin. Forward, ever-etching toward the ledge—
A bestrewing of stone tumbled, shattered and echoed at the mountain’s bed.
Snapping his jaws again, hefty paws steeled upon the rock beneath, bidding his body to still; if stone yearned to fall, it would surely not fall alone. They could not linger here until the sun slept, his weight could not keep them afloat for long. The phantom king tugged backward, heaving his body and writhing like a snake to dissuade her grappled jaws; still, he attempted to pull them both back, should gums and their canines remain lodged by his throat. Her demise could very well mirror his own.
Heart pounded upon ferric ribs – war-drums, awaked. He thrived in moments like this, the threat of death at their spines.
A flame to the darkness, like two elements crashing together. They both ventured to the edge, swords clashing and growls emerging, and pushed themselves back to the frontlines of the earth. She could feel his fangs clash amongst her pelt, and likewise did try to collide her fangs to his flesh, tugging and pulling.
Though their clash couldn't last forever, and she tried to use her mass to push him down. Her head downwards, fangs clasped shut and a singular dart toward his head to push downwards in a fashion of defeat. She hoped enough force could bring the gray titan downwards for the kill (win).