Arrow Lake your fight is over

Power Playing @Derg. If you’re not okay with this Sof feel free to tell me and I’ll edit. <3

The silvery she-wolf shifts her ears; she’s heard them. Kyn leaves no time to be wasted. He rushes forward and instantly they’re engaged in battle. 

It begins with knocking teeth, a cut of two on their faces, and vicious snarls before it becomes even more violent. He knows she’s a fair warrior, but the Saints don’t give her time to breathe. Derg moves in from the back while Kyn volunteers to take the more dangerous end. Praim would snatch up a fair amount of his neck at some point, leaving a jagged raking of teeth that cause him to bleed profusely. 

She laughs, fangs coated in his blood, dripping down her chin. For a moment, he’d feel a twinge of panic at the thought of her possibly catching something vital. He thinks about his pups, wife, and pack. But then he realizes, that if it’s his time to die, then it’s his time to die. So he too cracks a wicked smirk, canary orbs wild and wide as he goes in for his own attack.

Meanwhile, Derg would snatch up a hind leg. Gripping the meat of her thigh in the deadly grip of his jaws and shakes wildly. Whether or not Praim would turn to defend herself from the agouti male matters not to him. He sees a moment of weakness and takes it. Rushing against the war maiden, he bumps her roughly with a broad shoulder and snatches up her left foreleg and shakes as well. This, no matter how hard she fights, would throw her off balance. Kyn would knock her to the floor before stepping partially on top of her. He’s beginning to feel fairly light headed — he’s losing too much blood. He needs to get this over with. 

So he does. 

The Grandmaster’s teeth wrap around her throat, but he doesn’t chomp down or shake. Rather he holds her esophagus in his mouth much like a big cat would. All the while, she’s attempting to kick off Derg. Kyn isn’t left unscathed though, her teeth are still a viable weapon even when he has her in his jaws like this. 

To prove that, Praimfaya would like puncture holes wherever she could get her teeth on. The side of the brindled brutes face, forehead, neck, shoulder, arm; everywhere. He snarls savagely at the pain that endlessly blooms. She fucked him up and even against two wolves she was a hassle. He has to commend her. 

So when her fighting finally ceases, he releases her throat. White fur sticky with blood and salvia, he rolls out a dark tongue to pant, chest heaving as he looks to Derg. He knows she’s not dead and that was exactly his plan. So when he meets his Generals eyes, Kyn smirks so deviously no one would mistake the plans he has in store for her. 

“Help me get her to the canyon.” He hums breathily to Derg. “We’re putting her somewhere fun.” He chuckles at the end.

Derg complies, assisting in lifting the large woman into both their shoulders and mule her back to the canyon of red. Twisting through the oddly shaped rocks and through both shallow and deep sands, they make it to their destination. Northwest in the canyon lies a dangerously narrow pit of about nine feet wide, fifteen foot deep, and twenty five foot long; nestled in the towering — and horribly claustrophobic — walls of the Catacombs. When it rains, it fills with water up to about a foot before draining out of minuscule holes in the rocky surface. She would be unable to escape without assistance and it would provide enough shade to where she didn’t die; only suffer. Which is exactly his intention.