The Sentinels What I shouldn't do, I will

@Laroche
Rolled on tabletop for winner/loser- Laroche wins

The beast padded down the sandy beach. He was feeling particularly edgy today, and the only one who he thought might be able to help calm him was not anywhere near here. When his mind wasn't occupied by thoughts of Alarian, it occasionally drifted to the confrontation between his pack and a group of strangers that thought it acceptable to just walk right into their territory. He often entertained the idea of seeking those wolves out and dealing with them just on principle. He felt slighted by the whole thing--something he didn't usually just let go. 

He stopped and shook his coat out as if he could shake the tension from his body before resuming his path down the coast to search for some kind of distraction.

Sometime within the past few days he had decided to return to Grezig and give her his loyalty. Between the gentle and friendly male Govinda and the level headed Grezig, he figured he would fit in more with the latter. He also made note that as the days grew colder and less food was to be found he grew increasingly more agitated as time went by. His interaction with the scarred girl he had so fondly named Grim was proof of that. What made this sudden decision so difficult was that he had absolutely no idea where Grezig and Siege had gone after leaving that forest.

He walked upon the beach, choosing the sandy grounded place as his last haunt before he would go off in search of the pair when he spotted a vaguely familiar lumbering form upon the sand ahead of him. It took a moment for him to realise that this was a brute from the foursome that claimed they had worked so hard to mark up that forest. "Is this trip to the beach more hard work?' he called from behind the brute, lips quirking up in that asshole type smirk he always wore when he knew he was being a dick.

He heard the approach from behind and froze, ears falling and jaw tightening at the other man's words. He turned to sneer at the idiot. I see you're still stupidly running your mouth, he retorted. It was just the two of them now, so it was a more than even fight. Regardless of what his plans were for this, Midar would not be letting him leave unharmed. In his mind, the male had broken the rules and needed to suffer the consequences. I'd be glad to rip it from your face, he added, a murderous grin slowly parting his lips. A low growl emanated from his chest just before he lunged. He wasn't going to be forced to listen to nonsense today. He slammed into the other wolf, teeth sinking into the first place he could reach--his shoulder. He threw his head back and forth to deepen the injury and was met with the familiar rush of adrenaline as the taste of blood spread through his mouth.

He knew immediately in the way that the man turned that a fight was on it's way. He felt the heart quickening adrenaline surge that was his immediate excitement for the fight, so when the male came back with a retort and then a threat he found a growl surging up from his throat just as the male lunged. He braced himself and took the hit, eyes flashing with pain. Just as Midar swung his head away Laroche lunged and gripped the side of his neck, fangs striking deep as he tugged backwards threatening to rip it open. It was lucky for the brute that he didn't grab hold of a lethal spot.

It took a minute to register the feeling of teeth in his neck through the adrenaline and overwhelming bloodlust. The pain sank in eventually, though, as well as the realization that the other wolf was way to close to his throat. Pushing the pain of his ripped flesh from his mind, he tried to think of a way out of his enemy's hold. The only thing that he could do was push himself into the other's body and hope to knock him back. It didn't quite work like he wanted, but he was able to push back enough that the other wolf released his flesh, ripping a hole where his teeth had been in the process. Midar barely felt it in his heightened state and took the opportunity to lunge again and latch on to the other wolf's neck, sinking his teeth in and repeating his tearing movements. The beast's own neck wound was losing a good amount of blood--he could feel it running down his chest and leg, and he knew it would hinder him eventually, so he had to work fast to cause as much damage as possible. 

Let me know if the first PP isn't okay, and I'll edit.

It's all good!

The taste of blood soaked his tongue, the metallic, iron tang that made his pupils dilate and breath quicken. He was a predator and an Alpha male type predator at that. This man and his gang of spoiled brats deserved to be shown that they could be taken down and Laroche intended it to be this one, this hulking menace who thought that his size and glare could make others tremble at the knees. Not on his watch. As his grip was ripped away and the other male had lunged again, striking the same spot and causing Laroche to snarl and snap with pain he thought about the situation at hand.

Midar had a good hold on him and the blood was dripping from his wound at a steady rate. If Laroche didn't fix this quickly he would end up damaged rather badly and it could prove bad in the long term since winter was just upon them. The need to survive fueled him and he twisted, causing his own flesh to tear as he yanked out of Midar's grip. Wasting no time he raised himself up onto his hind legs and braced his forelegs on the man's shoulders, chin tucked to his chest so another neck grab was near impossible. There he began to lunge, bite, pull back and repeat his fangs slicing above the eyes and around the ears, tugging at the sensitive flesh all around the man's face to cause the blood to run and be blinding but do no actual damage. He wanted a lesson taught, not to kill the man.

The sounds of pain from the other wolf were satisfying, giving him confidence, especially when blood filled his mouth. But it was short-lived; the other man skillfully twisted from his grasp only to rear up and begin attacking his head and ears. The head he could ignore, but the tearing at his ears was painful and forced a snarl from his chest as blood ran down into his eyes, temporarily blinding him. He should stop and try to clear the blood from his eyes, but his rage clouded his mind, and he lunged forward, snapping wildly until he felt flesh. He couldn't tell if it was chest, leg, underarm, or something else but he didn't care; he clamped down with all the force he could gather. He just wanted to other wolf off of him, and he assumed pain would be a good way to achieve that.

His tactic worked judging from the enraged snarl the blind way the brute lunged for more Laroche's flesh. While it would have been much more preferable if the man had missed, he unfortunately latched onto Laroche's leg. He winced and adjusted his hind legs, pushing forward so the bitten limb pushed against the man's jaws prying them open and tearing his flesh a bit more even though it loosened up. From this position he wrapped his free leg around the man's neck and then flopped over, snarling with pain as his held limb tugged but it did it's job. By using his hold on the man's neck and also having his leg held tight, his weight had dragged the man down by his front end with him and now his face was fully in Laroche's. There he lunged fully, grabbing the part of the man's throat where the scruff began and shaking his head back and forth viciously, hoping the shaking would disorient the man enough along with the blinding to release his leg.

It wasn't until the other wolf had shoved him back a little that he realized he held the other's leg between his teeth. He tried to clamp down, but the other man flung himself around  and loosened his hold further. The blood loss was starting to make his brain fuzzy, and he tried to fight it, but his opponent was still able to push him to the ground and grab the side of his scruff, shaking it viciously. Midar was forced to open his jaws as he tried to get enough leverage to push the other wolf off of him. He could feel the other's teeth ripping into his flesh again, and he used the pain to try and block out the brain fog. Gathering all the energy he could, he shoved his body into the man, succeeding in breaking free but soon after, stumbling back as dizziness suddenly stuck him, messing with his balance. His vision was as still blurry from the blood in his eyes, but he still tried to lunge forward, never willing to give up. He didn't make it very far before falling to the ground, temporarily losing consciousness with one last snarl.

The man successfully knocked Laroche aside, the fight having taken a lot of energy up to this point and causing him to lay still for a moment to catch a breath. It was when he was preparing to stand up again that he saw the man lunging forward and growled threateningly only to watch as his opponent flopped over into the sand, knocked completely unconscious. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, shaking the sand and dripping blood from his fur and testing his weight on his burning leg. Satisfied that it held properly he began to limp off before turning to cast an almost regretful look at the man. He was pretty pissed off about the whole forest deal and now the attack, but that didn't mean he wanted to let the stranger bleed out onto the sand. Groaning at his soft heart he grabbed a bunch of moss from the rocks around the shallow pools around the beach and brought them back, shoving them onto the brute's wounds and holding pressure for as long as he would risk. He didn't want to be caught again when the man was awake so he made sure the moss would stay in place for the moment and then took off to find a safe place to nurse his own wounds.

<3 Thank you! I hope I didn't do anything not agreed upon.

It was all great! TY! <3 Also, what a sweet guy to stop his bleeding!

The beast woke after an uncertain amount of time, at least uncertain to him. At first, he couldn't remember what happened or where he was, and he attempted to jump to his feet, only to be met with throbbing pain in his neck. The pain brought the memories of the fight flooding back, and he quickly scanned the area around him, searching for the other man but seeing no one. He finally got to his feet with a groan, and noticed pieces of some green plant falling from the wounds on his neck. Putting it off as debris from the ground, he took a few steps forward and the world began to spin a little. He could push through it; he just needed to get home. With one last pull of strength from somewhere within him, he began to move, trying not to look too hard at the motion of the water as he walked.