Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

d: 9 sweats / a: 14

kóvictus feels the sharp flash of teeth grazing dangerously close to his ankle and snarls, muscles tensing as he barely pulls his leg away in time. the sudden attack almost catches him.

atilius lunges low, kóvictus drops fast; lumbering frame bearing down like a collapsing wall. jaws snap towards the younger male’s scruff, breath ghosting, teeth searching to grab any amount he could.

like a mother would a disobedient pup.

dirt and mud spray in arcs around them as the dominus exerts his full strength, seeking a swift end to this fight. atilius had proven himself formidable, but few were a match for the dominus in his prime.