Haunted Wood Be free my little pest

I have no idea how to tag but I'll give it a try @Conquest

She had marked all the boundaries of her new packs, new territory but found that very little was going on within the pack, in fact it seemed too quiet. She lifted her head and looked out over the land it was night, and this was her time. Her coal black pelt made her nye invisible at night. With a cursory glance over her shoulder she was off. Leaving behind the ‘safety’ that is the pack. She didn’t need safety, she didn’t need Kynareth Deagon She had only seen him the once, that ‘night’ they owed each other nothing.

She needed to breath, feel the endless dirt below her paws she needed to move and move an d keep moving until he didn’t want to anymore, she paws could take her for days and nights without rest she had no clear goal in mind just well nothing.

She drew a deep breath of fresh free air and grinned to herself yes, she was free to do as she pleased she need to answer to no one, least of all her pack. At least not until she returned home, but that would be future Whrist’s problem. Many nights and a few days of travel later she found herself below birch trees that overhung a river. She napped below a particularly large birch trees sleeping away the rest of the suns rays, then yawned as on owl hooted it’s good night call, for somewhere in the canopy above her.

Standing she sidled up to the river to wash the dusty trail from her maw before moving on, her light blue eyes casting about for trouble, she had no idea just where she was anymore not that she actually cared but one could never be to careful.

Prowling the woods, Conquest was certain to claim these once more in the name of the Nightwalkers again. In due time, all she had to do was figure it out. How it was done, how to gather followers in which she trusted enough to keep around in a new colony. Family was foreign to her tongue these days, never fancying the folk she barely ever saw enough to call them as such. Perhaps one day she would come around to it, for now, the only family she had was long dead or gone. 

Another scent entered her woods, this one unlike the others. The past two were pleasant surprises despite her original apprehensiveness about them, both knowing her father well enough to speak to Conquest about him... this time, the third time, she was certain would not be the same story. Unless Vengeance was popular around these parts and everyone here simply knew his name and being in one way or another. 

Swallowing up the ground beneath her, behind the crimson girl was a rat she had met while in these woods... called itself Aldrich. it too seemed familiar with her father, but not much else was shared before the hunt of this new scent took the young Rache's attention. The scent brought her to the riverside, a growl rolling from her tongue to catch the stranger's attention. Who are you? Who the hell is it this time?

since we agreed this was a fight thread I’ll start it off; I would say she’s not normally the strike first ask questions later, however she’s a new toon, feeling her way around, needing to fill out a personality and the growl set her off this time. If she gets beaten here she’ll likely be a little more cautious starting fights later but will still be up for more for sure.

Her white blue eyes caught the movement of something, it was 4 more laps of her tongue upon the waters surface before a low growl resonated in the air. Her hackles raised in response to the sound and her white teeth peeked out from below her dark lips as the rude tone filled the air. The water dripping from her muzzle making a soft pat pat upon the water below her.

She froze teeth bared deciding her next action, Only her white blue eyes shifted toward him, Her head and body remained frozen. She did not have to answer to him, and indeed she would not, words would not make a difference here. Her growl mingled in the air with the intruders.

She realized this one was not a male but another of those damnably large brutes that seemed to favour these parts. No matter she had fought this size of wolf before and came out on top…barely. Though this one appeared quite young yet, not quite reaching the size to the brute called Nyra. Though it likely would give Nyra a run for the money in the size department eventually.

She flew at the wolf just to the side of her aiming her jaws for a grab at the lower side of it’s throat, keeping to the side of the wolf, in doing so she protected her own throat by closing the distance between them swiftly.

Offering only her boney shoulders as an easy target, but attempting to shake her whole body if she connected making an easy grab even harder while putting her weight into her bite hopefully pulling the brute off balance.

Connie just gets the worst rolls lately lmfao at least she's young so that's her excuse!

Aldrich the rat was quick to retreat as the other's silent threat hung in the air. The rat's instincts were on point as ever as it scurried into the trees to watch his previous companion's daughter from a safer distance.

This one didn't seem to think there was any bonds between them by the immediate reaction. No talking, no answers, all action. A sick grimace found its way to the youngling's maw as the other made the first move, hackles raising to their height as she prepared for their bodies to collide.

The other's target was obvious enough, Conquest tilted her head just enough to defend the spot from being completely latched onto and sacrificed her cheek for the most part to take the brunt of the attack. Despite her size, her age was really showing in these past few fights. A few good moves here and there, but the sheer tactical advantage that her opponents have had been tilting the odds against her favor. 

Snapping with whatever movement she had left after protecting her neck, teeth only grazing their target of the offered boney shoulders. She took the bait, and perhaps this would be a learning curve if she walked away from this in the end. These were her lands after all, and this bitch was trespassing on Conquest's home. Despite how this may turn out, no regrets would cross her mind.

so far Whrist's track record to hit them hard with high dice rolls right at the beginning then loose any and all luck and nd up with 3 or 4's

Whrist was angry at her last near loss despite the fact she had came out of top, she knew deep in her bones that if that other brute had wanted to kill her she’d be dead. She was angry that her jaunt had been interrupted and she was angry that she had been growled at without actually provoking it.

She let herself feel that anger and fuel her movements, she barely felt the graze of teeth, over her shoulders as she latched on with a through hold then with all her might shook her whole body as if she were tearing meat from a kill.

She was attempting to cause this wolf to lose it’s footing so she could try to pin it. If she made herself feel superior she’d feel a whole lot better about her whole situation.

LOL! That sounds about right! I normally just get shitty rolls all throughout!

The other was coming at her with full force, Conquest was not one to back down even with her current streak of not doing too well against her opponents lately, probably because she was being treated more like an adult now rather than some whelp with milk teeth. The woman's teeth sunk deep into her skin, still young and tender lacking the hardening done through the years of training and hormones to prepare her properly for a fight. It didn't stop her however, she would learn somehow, and this would be how. 

Although her footing was almost lost among the loose rocks, this time she wouldn't be put on her back - not that easily at least (and thanks to a relatively high roll too to keep her on her toes this time). Instead, she pushed back, moving with her opponent as she shook while attempting to grab onto her with her own hold to put them into a deadlock. Her skin burned, the damage was great - but it fueled Conquest's rage and desire to taste victory once more after that dreadful earlier loss against the ugly woman in the grasslands.

ugh, I told you a great rolls then this.  A miss… how to rp that in hum….

Whirst was apparently (according to the dice) not prepared for the wolf to hold it's ground as she attempted to put it off balance, She had put everything into her full-body shake and that threw her her jaws slipped and she dropped to the ground herself, grimacing  as she felt the grab behind her shoulders it was as if this wolf was trying to hold her like she was a pup.

Dammit she wasn't that small, She'd won even it was just barely, against that other huge brute she planned on not failing here either. She tugged herself backward against the grip on the nape of her neck there was a lot of give there she needed to come up with a plan. She bared her teeth and growled as she franticly planned the next target on her opponents body, even as she was held by the scruff of her neck

Oh my goodness we are coming down to the wire here folks! We have a near-tie!

This time, she had gained the upper hand. A moment of victorious bliss that shot through her veins like morphine. Pure pleasure as she felt the tides of the fight shifting closer to her than it was before. The woman's grip slipped, giving Conquest the ability to loom over her. A furious presence that deemed this one unworthy of being in her forest, in her home of all places. 

She clawed at the woman as she still tried to keep her grip on the dark one's pelt. Pawing to try and get a grip with her toes and use her weight to push her down and take full control of the situation, thrusting her head from one side to the next to try and get a better grip the best way she could think of. Maybe this brief victory was getting to her head, but already she could taste it - it wasn't far now... Redemption from the loss in the fields earlier, this had to be it! 

Fierce ruby eyes grew wild and intense as these thoughts rolled around in her young, greedy mind.

Whrist’s eye’s widened as the brute held into the ruff and shook her like a misbehaving pup

but it was when she also tried to pin her with her paws that the black femme could not take it. Even as the grip tightened on her loose scruff causing blood to well into her opponents mouth she snapped at the paws and ankles that were attempting to pin her, but rather then hold on she bit and released and bit again and again gritting her teeth against the discomfort between savage snaps

Now the two were locked in combat. As the darker femme aimed to chomp down on Conquest's ankles, a furious growl erupted as she refused to sacrifice her joints for the sake of some battle over barely claimed territory - even to her it was almost worth it seeing it was her damn birthright to claim these misty woods. While the other aimed to bite at her feet, Conquest aimed to bite at her face. Ears, eyes, nose, anything to get her off of her joints and back onto less dangerous areas that could potentially cripple her.

Whenever the grip on her legs loosened enough, she pulled and tried to free herself from being too close to the woman's maw by trying to position herself further behind her and bite at the woman's flank instead (if allowed) where it was much safer than dealing with defensive teeth up front.

that was an awesome spar. Consider the pack Whrist is about to offer PM @Kynareth Deagon or @Derg to be added

The raven black femme distracted the brutish sized female she was fighting by well timed snaps upon paws an ankles and though none of those injuries would be life threatening, they were certainly something her opponent could not ignore and still keep fighting.

As her teeth snapped down upon the left front ankle, she felt the larger wolf shift for a better grip possibly on her flank, that what she herself would have went for because that would be debilitating for her.

In that moment as the grip loosened before the femme could shift toward her flank, that, THAT was when Whrist made her move. She wheeled out from under the female and snapped her teeth upon the lips of the female hopefully tearing flesh. But not necessary as she continued her back peddle away letting the female go. She made space between them and her white blues glared at the bloody oversized female; barely containg her smirk as she enjoied her handy work.

Finally she sat upon the ground, panting heavily “I’m Whrist” She offered as if they had not almost just fought to the death.  “And you? What pack do you hail from? I don’t smell any pack on you?” Despite the fight, or rather in-spite of it, she liked this female,  “You would do well in the  Saints of Dying Light, They are based out of Hideaway Strath in the Tuktu Hinterlands”

She's such a grump im sorry!! gg tho congrats on the win!

And just like that, the small moment of victory was all taken away from her. Her lips stung and she pulled back, and thankfully the other woman did too. Fiery ruby eyes glared from her position, having lost interest in continuing this in any way. She was sick and tired of losing. It burned in her chest with a fury barely controllable, only held back by her desire to live another day... to fight and learn so she may never lose again. She was still young, she had to remind herself... and there was bound to be times in the future to wreak her vengeance upon them all. 

The woman introduced herself. Conquest remained silent. Brewing in her own rage. If a wolf could steam it would be flying off of every inch of her body by now. The woman named Whrist now kept asking questions, and the ruby lady only grimaced feeling the turbulence only grow within her with every word uttered. 

Despite the growl and flash of teeth as lips quivered still, she would remember it all. The Saints, their location... her name, all for future reference should she need it. For now, she barely wanted to think about anything other than leaving. A sore loser, yes, that was her. Get out of my woods. Was all she managed to say through gritted teeth, choosing to leave this woman and lick her wounds - clearly the woman could do as she pleases seeing as she was victorious in this... but that didn't mean Conquest had to like any of it.

Whrist insantly regretted giving the packs actual location away, just sending her to the Tuktu Hinterlands would have been enough, the Saints would have found her as soon as she got any where near the Tuktu Hinterlands let alone where the pack actually resided.

Whrist eyed her opponent’s legs and lip then snorted “You are in no place to order me about,” she held her tongue forgoing the whelp comment she wanted to curse at the female with, but that would not endear her to actually go to the pack. “Think about it, you’d do well there, I don’t suppose you know of two wolves by the name of Renard or Praimfaya, I’m searching for them,” she doubted that this one would but at least she tried to full fill her mission. The black wraith stood backing away a few more feet and glanced toward the east preparing to leave once she had her answer,

She wanted to tell the wolf to fuck off - but she was, sadly, to Conquest's rage, right. She was in no position to, not today - maybe some other day when she could have her revenge and claim true victory next time for her own. Even as the woman continued to talk, asking questions, trying to convince her to change her mind and go and find them - the redhead continued to walk into the misty woods to try and learn from this moment to prepare for the next. 

She was not much of a talker, to begin with, even less so after a loss. So with a flick of her tail, she vanished in the mist without casting a second glance in the direction of the ebony mistress.