Barrow Fields I only act like I don’t care

@Vengeance

He found himself near the ocean far from the lands in which he grew up. It was foreign and he was interested in exploring. When he first arrived he found himself near the ocean. The salty shores and the smell of ocean water flooded his nostrils it not no more.

He was only a ways from it and was now among vegetation instead of the sandy beach he had stayed by for a few nights.

Rolled a 26 out of 50

Itching for a fight, Vengeance desired to get better. Stronger. He could only do that by fighting, fighting everyone and anything he could come across right now. The desire to kill had subsided for a while, he wanted to test others and see how far he can push himself and them in the art of war. To tire one another out in a bloodied dance to test how far their bodies could go.

He followed the scent of a stranger along the coast. Someone other than a Rusalkan was near by, close enough for him to tag behind him until the distance closed... He was only a couple meters away now, ruby eyes eying the stranger with bloodlust. The scars upon the stranger indicated he was a battle withered warrior, he was perfect. Whether the other was ready or not, Vengeance was on his way. Maw ajar, fangs thirsty for the sweet nectar he held within that sack of flesh he called a body. He demanded the peaceful stranger to fight him. There was no asking, no words necessary. Fight, or die.

He trekked forward and had a sense that someone or something had been tailing him. Daegon turned around only to be met with fangs from another wolf. Teeth connected with his muzzle and he felt pain surge through his body.

Once the male let go, Daegon felt himself stumble back in shock as he tasted his own blood. As soon as he regained his footing however he was quick to retaliate. He himself used his fangs and aimed for the males neck.

Rolled 28 out of 50! Daegon has 46 health left

The sweet taste of blood exploded in his maw as fangs made contact with the man's maw, it wasn't enough. Unfortunately for him, well fortunately for his desire, this man was as battle bred as Vengeance was as well. The two clashed the moment the other sprung into action, latching onto the neck that sent a sting of pain along Vengeance's spine. He could feel the power behind the bite, the wound would be serious - but he wasn't done. 

Pushing along, he aimed for another strike at an exposed part. Teeth lunging forward at his chosen dance partner's neck, hoping to deal just as much, if not more damage in order to get the upper hand. 

53/100 left (53/100)

The male was quick and he silently gave him props for that. But his bliss was short lived as he too went for his neck and the pain resurfaced as blood spilled from it. Daegon wasn’t done with him as he shook free and as soon as he was he gripped the males should between his powerful jaws and attempted to push him away so he could catch his breath at least.

Victor has already been decided through table top! Finishing up now! Rolled a 36 in the final push!

His hit was true once again, a mouthful of fur and skin as the vicious liquid exploded in his mouth once more, this time it was sweeter than before. This time it gushed between his teeth as he grabbed hold of the male, only to be shaken loose quickly after. But it was enough, he had what he came for.

Bleeding from the neck, the wound would go unchecked until he was satisfied. Thick ooze dribbled from the bite as skin folded open, nothing life threatening but nothing to scoff at neither. Once mor into the fray, he lunged, claws kicking up dirt as he comanded the battleground, the earth beneath screaming from his contact as it flew into the sky. This time he aimed an attack at the man's leg, hoping to get a hold of his elbow and bite down, thrusting his head to get his down damage in once again... but as another blow came, this time his chest burned with the attack that landed, ripping his chest - but he would not let go if he found his target... not yet.

Despite his attempts and desire to win, he found feel his strength slowly fading. He didn't have much left in this fight.

9/100 left (9/100)

He felt his blood draining from the attack. His shoulder and neck dropped blood on the lands on which they fought. He noticed his opponent fading but the brute was determined to let this wolf know that he shouldnt of picked this fight and he snapped his jaw down onto the skin of the wolf’s back. “I won’t kill you. Leave we’re done.” He growled at him lowering his head down to his level. (Where ever he was after that) If that was it he would leave but he wouldn’t turn his back on him until he cleared.

Alyssa rolled a 13 in their last go! Daegon wins!

Although the last attack didn't feel as bad as the others, the previous wounds that split his skin were enough to have him feeling pretty fatigued - or rather, pleased. He was satisfied. Bloodied, bruised, and a taste for blood satisfied the beast within. With a tired sigh, he backed off, a wobble in his step only for rubies to shine up at the previous foe, pleasure painting his hues as he grins. I got what I desired. We are done. 

With that he was off, off to find a place within Rusalka borders to rest and let his body recover just enough for the fatigue to pass. He wouldn't lick his wounds long. There was excitement a foot after all. Once the blood would clot, he would off again to the next adventure. Thank you. Softly he spoke over his shoulder as they parted, the baritones rolling the words as softly as his deep vocals could. 

He truly was thankful. Moments like these he truly felt alive.

It was over; he had won. The male watched as the other departed from the vicinity it not before he caught him say thank you. He was confused for only a split second but in the end decided not to ponder on it. 

For now his focus would turn to nursing the wounds he had sustained and continuing his search for Rhælla.