Silver Creek a court held in ashes

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Dysis is at 15/20 HP due to the roll of 8 which was -5HP according to the chart. She rolled a 5 for damage at -5HP.

The downpour from the heavens came as her ceramic colored canines sunk deep into the awaiting flesh. Every patter of a heavy rain drop was another sign to push her onward in her assault, and Dysis was thankful for the interpreted encouragement from the highest god as the water ran between the bristled hairs on her coat. The flashy golden weaved into his coat were the dotted lines for her assault. The force behind her bite separated the protective flesh from ribs, but the thrashing in his attempt to escape did the most damage. A chunk of flesh gave way as the demoness herself thrashed to gain control of the larger male. Her attack had not broken any ribs, but it had pulled the coating from atop them. The ribs were not quite visible, but the wound was one of angry flesh that would surely scar.

The taste of his metallic crimson liquid on her tongue was a seductive temptation that Dysis refused to step away from. There was more that lied there. An appreciation that she could now escape the parts of her that had stared longingly over the enemy lines at the wolf that she now stood in combat with. The hatred in her heart had not been his to bear in the beginning, but the war had forced her hand. The overbearing figure before her was forbidden, as much in the recesses of her own mind, as it was from the rest of the Greek society. The box had long been placed in her mind to separate her personal emotions from her duty. The duty of the virago in this moment was to win the war.

There was satisfaction there as the large female made eye contact with the beastly wolf with a bloody grin to spit the evicted piece of his pristine dark coat to the ground beside their scuffling. The pristine wolf was no more, and Dysis was the one responsible. Her tongue ran across her red stained teeth as the grin shifted to bared teeth in a threat of another assault soon to come. What's wrong, Leonidas? Bested by bitch, are we? The words were meant to be a taunt, and the remnants of his own blood still surrounding the pretty mouth that spoke them. 

The confident nature was wiped away as she lost her footing with the shove from the larger wolf. Dysis scrambled to catch herself on the now slick battle arena, but she was unable to dodge his bite for her snout. The shock of the slip had left her mouth open and allowed Leondias to grab her top jaw with particular ease. Her own metallic taste filled her mouth now. The searing pain from the puncture sent the woman reeling for her escape plan lest her attacker break her jaw. The pain felt comforting in the form of a distraction to allow her mind to focus on the fight at hand rather than the cries of her dead. Dysis closed her own jaws on his lower one, applying as much pressure as her shocked form could in an attempt to force him to release her face. There was a standoff then. A threat that Dysis would break his own jaw in revenge. Her own violet eyes lacking a fear of death as they stared into golden ones from which she could see the lightning streaming across the sky in their reflection. The sky seemed to anger with booms resounding from the strikes as they continued. She would kill them both from starvation before allowing him to walk away the victor.