Spotted Eagle Mountain got chlorine in my eyes

@Rosencrantz

things weren't good. ever since that night, that fucking night..where that- that what? she refused to even call it a dream, it was way too specific and targeted to deserve such a title. her whole past had just decided to bombard her, knocking down carefully placed dams- months worth of building and strengthening. all gone in just one night, one completely random night- nothing making it any more worthy of such an attack as any other one. 

anyway, ever since all that had gone down she'd...not done good. any hopes it'd slip away into a fog of nothingness were naive and foolish, the memories were here to stay. it was as if they'd only happened days ago, not over a year but she supposed that was her fault wasn't it? she'd locked them away so now that they'd broken free it was her mind's first time getting to react. it clearly didn't handle it well. 

and there was aries, she didn't even know where to begin with that. because he'd seen it, him of all wolves. the woods had become suffocating and after a few reclusive days she had felt the need to escape. so without missing a beat she fled from the looming trunks- ravens eyeing her disapprovingly from their perches as she fled her home at a brisk trot, abandoning her usual track towards the great bear wilderness for something different. today, for the first time, she approached the mountains. 

it was early in the day and not a nice one at that, it actually fitted quite well. the air was heavy with thick clouds and misty rain drizzled mournfully over the lands as she reached the slope and began to climb it. she just wanted to be alone, shouldn't be a problem right? all she needed right now was to move and move and move- it was all she could do.

62°, currently it is drizzling and set during the afternoon. Located in Sunspire Mountains, spotted eagle mountain | ooc notes: thank you for starting the thread, and for your patience while I get around to replying <3

He had traveled far from the coast for the first time in a very long time. The salty air grew thinner in time and soon he couldn't smell it on anything other than his own coat. The lingering ocean spray that faded upon his back just as time would soon claim it along with the memories. Eventually, the pain faded as well, leaving behind it a wake of rage, the awakening of the Birserkir that his father was once so proud of.  

The desire for love, a family, a home, friends, had faded with time just the same. Still the feeling lingered as he had grown accustomed to such a thought, but soon it too would dissolve, just as the scent of the ocean uppon his pelt had. Peace was such a fleeting feeling; a myth told by wishful thinkers who didn't seem to realize how cruel the world truly was. Peace never remained, so long as there was always conflict, peace was a dream; and conflict traveled, like a disease it plagued the lands and hearts of those it touched. 

Just as Rhælla had found peace and happiness in the arms of a previous lover, it had caused a chain reaction in another. A bitter movement that took hold of the heart of the knight, forsaking that once blissful feeling and turning to a more dark desire he had pushed aside for so long. 

Moving along the side of the mountain, Rosencrantz stopped in his tracks. Eyes landing on the figure of a woman of similar coloration. Parting blackened lips, he spoke in a dull, emotionless tone as baritones whispered brutally into the air. Fight me. He demanded. Feeling the fur prickle along his spine, he desired only one thing. To feel the rush of battle once more. It was the only thing that truly brought him pleasure. But there was no hate in his eye, it clearly was nothing personal.

no problem<3
rolled a 4 = hit
hp - 50/50

of course even out here in the mountains things didn't decide to go her way because a man as pale as she was quick to come into view. her ears pin back, walk growing a lot more stalkish in an attempt to look unapproachable should he want to stop for the chats. really she shouldn't let the opportunity of a possible recruit slip by but right now it's the last thing on the decima's mind. 

yet he shoots her quite the pointed look and she's just about to snap at him to fuck off when he speaks and it comes as enough of a surprise to have her cease her irritated ramblings. dark eyes that had previously only glanced briefly over his snow coloured pelt now assess him fully. he's big and of course the fleshy hole where another of his honey coloured eyes should be present is noticed although it does little to stir her, it's not like such a view was new to her. she did reside in the woods with maegi and even prior to that appearance altering scars had been an everyday sight. 

eyes narrow as she glares icy daggers at him- what was he up to? a wolf had never come up to her with such a request before and she's honestly a bit taken aback. creamy jaws part, ready to shoot back a suspicious 'why' when she really sees the look in that single golden orb. it's as simple as that, no explanation needed she suddenly just knows and with a somewhat understanding blink, her jaws fall shut with a resounding clack. 

so without warning the woman launches forward, making it look as if she's aiming right for his chest before using her smaller, faster frame to her advantage to dart to the side at the last moment and make a dive for his back leg. jaws connect hard with the limb and she cannot resist letting teeth dig in just enough to let that satisfying metallic tang enter her mouth and get her adrenaline pumping. because fuck she suddenly feels good, that familiar high just engulfing her and she's left feeling bloody invincible. quite amusingly she's silently thanking him as she jerks her head back in an effort to topple him or hinder his balance- trying to keep her body angled as far from him as possible in the little time she had before he had a chance to retaliate.

Rolled a 2 - hit

For a moment they lingered in silence. The breeze washes over the two paladins as they stood motionless facing one another. The air was thick between them. It took a moment for her to digest his demand, to understand the terms and that there was no need to speak any further. They came to a mutual understanding as if they had connected for a brief moment in telepathic communication. 

And without a single word uttered between them any further, the woman made her first move, and so did Rose. As she rushed forward, so did he. She was smaller than he was, and so he suspected that she would use that same tactic that most smaller wolves did when faced in such a situation; she did. Darting to his side, Rosencrantz followed her movements and made his own move to latch onto the woman. 

Teeth flashing as he pushed forward, thirty to grab onto the knee of the woman in order to stabilize himself against her as she tugged against his own leg. The pain brought life back into those lifeless eyes as she sunk her fangs into his leg, and as she tugged, he leaned into her in order to keep him from falling to the wayside. The warriors were locked in a vice grip as both aimed for a similar first move - but as she tugged and pulled, he pushed and shoved into his own. 

Health (40/50)

rolled a 10 = hit
hp - 40/50
hope this makes sense, it's 2am n im tiredlol

it was likely he'd be ready for her, whilst some took her dive towards them as a real threat, an equal amount /usually others trained in the arts of fighting/ would be able to judge her movements based on her evident strengths. her hope had just been that she'd still be able to skid around his bulk before he could turn to snatch her. alas the pale man was smart and caught a hold of her the moment she latched onto him. she grunts softly as his teeth connect but refuses to let go as she tries to work out what it is he plans to do with his catch. there they stand in what could almost be pulled off as some odd kind of embrace if you were into that shit, and her heart hums at the connection made on both ends. the jolt his hold on her had caused turned out to be just as satisfying in some strange twisted way as the feeling of his blood leaking into her jaws.

she has a dilemma now, caused knowingly by her smart opponent here- there was no way to topple him without losing out as he both held her and leaned against her and his weight definitely overpowered her so this could get nasty. there was something so thrilling about fighting someone equally matched to you, an air of the complete unknown, she relished in it. who knew how much she'd needed this and the man in wanting to unleash his own misgivings had handed her the best gift he could.

so she drops, tearing her jaws free of his limb as she does and hoping the sudden force of her purposeful fall tears herself free of his clutch even if it means furthering the damage of her wound. there's a hope that since he'd been leaning on her, this sudden loss of support would have him toppling over but even if he manages to remain standing her target remains the same. like a snake she pushes forward from her crouch and latches onto the softer, delicate skin of his underside. in hindsight, it's not her best move but sloppy somewhat reckless moves seems to be on the table right now so she rolls with it. her lack of caring for the possible retaliations likely her biggest fault at the moment.

Rolled an 8 - hit

It was just as he needed. She was a warbred woman just as he was. Fury spilled into her veins and fuelled her moves. They were hit for hit and it gave him life. That twinkle in his eye had returned as life sparked back into his soul as if this is what was lacking in his life just until now. The woman was just as much into the fight as he was. There was no holding back, no tender hits for fear of losing the kinship of a friend, of a companion - just two warriors fighting it out, to see who would come out on top. 

Tearing away from her target, Rosencrantz had lost his own grip and he had nearly fallen over from the sudden miss of her presence against his weight. Luckily for him, he had managed to catch his own footing (only making him not fall over because he rolled a hit too!) just in time for her to come for a new hold on his body. 

She wriggled up under him to catch hold of the softer flesh underneath. Though a tactful move for most, he was larger, and she was now underneath him. With his weight he dropped, attempting to crush her in order to protect his softer underbelly from more damage. To snuff out that fight by simply cutting out that strength and add the fear of suffocation. In the meantime, he aimed another attack on the same knee he had previously bitten, hoping to add more to the injury already.

Health (30/50)

rolled a 6 = hit
hp - 30/50

she wasn't an idiot right? at least not in the sense that she wouldn't have predicted his decision to simply flatten her but whether she was an idiot for deciding to slip under him anyway, presumption or not, could be debatable. the thing was though, tundra was small and this often worked to her advantage. it was understandable to assume that due to her lack of size she wasn't the strongest but she had to give something to the fuckers that trained her, pushing with a relentless cruelty until she was left retching, empty stomach rolling to expell what wasn't even there- strong muscles hid beneath her thick coat. so with a sound that almost resembled some sort of hiss she would tense as he dropped. 

he was still stronger, she knew that but the hope was that he hadn't expected to meet any sort of resistance and although his heavy form had her limbs shaking and a low rumble of effort slipping free from clenched jaws, she remained 'uncrushed'. as for what she planned to do next, well it was pretty simple and a little daft but she was the equivalent of high right now and it left her feeling unrealistically invincible. so wanting nothing more than to drink greedily at his metallic blood once more, she latches right back onto where she'd been tearing previously and hopefully the pain of the assault on such tender flesh would be enough to have him rethinking his decision to flatten her before her limbs actually did give out.

the air around her was thinning and gosh was it hot, any fur not flattened physically by his frame was slick with either blood or sweat and she should be starting to think out ways to remove herself from the situation should this not work but she was lost to such tactful ways of thinking, convincing herself that she simply didn't care. let him suffocate her, at least she'd feel good before he did- less could be said for the past few unbearable days. 

his teeth reconnect with her leg and her jaws grit painfully on his skin, inhaling sharply. instinctively her body uses the last of its strength, fueled by a new rush of adrenaline at the searing pain, to buck sharply under his frame. her own body becoming a weapon in itself as she aims it at his ribs, hitting against them hard as iron jaws remain stubbornly attached to him- wrinkled muzzle completely coated in a vibrant crimson. come onn, he had to give out before the adrenaline could fail her and take any lingering strength with it.

If he were to say he wasn’t the slightest bit impressed by her ability to hold him up and continue her attack - he would be lying. The knight in white held onto her knee, teeth tearing into her muscle and staining his face with crimson. What did her face look like underneath? He was certain their faces matched in spattered red, bodies painted in random splashes of each other’s crimson fluid. 

This was exactly what he needed, to release that tension, that pent up energy he had been storing for so long, that release he oh so thirsted for since his time on the island. He could feel it all flutter away with every passing second, with every hit they landed on one another. 

She continued to dig at her target, pain spreading from his underside and into every limb - but that did not stop him. Even as she flung herself into his ribs from below, he kept his hold on her limb and tried to soften the blow from underneath by letting his body fall and rise with her hits. It would bruise, and it was painful, but he would endure for a little longer… The man was not out yet. He had not taken his fill from this fight just yet. 

With a change of tactic, he tugged at her limb. Trying to use his weight above her as well as possibly losing some footing to have her lose that impressive strength of hers to finally get an upper hand in this battle and assault her from above while guarding against her attacks from below with the pressure of his weight against her skull; should he succeed of course. Thrusting his head from left to right, tugging toward his chin in random movements, switching one to the next.

Health (20/50)

rolled a 5 - miss /;-;/
hp - 20/50

he was...he was fucking good was what he was and was it not for the need to keep ahold of the precious flesh between her teeth the pale woman could almost give into a inappropriate urge to laugh at the crazy stupid beauty of it all. these vessels both controlled by broken minds and yet capable of such power, it was exhilarating. there was nothing left, they no longer possessed such idiotic thoughts such as guilt, regret, confusion. no they had become the true predators they were supposed to be, hindered by nothing and hosting only a fuel to conquer. against the brutal tear she'd inflicted upon his body she smiles, blood leaking from the corners of her jaws and dripping with the saliva until it became one with the crimson mass below. 

he moved with her and together they seemed to perform some type of violent dance, bodies moving with a rhythm that rather than being controlled by a tune- let the instinct to both inflict injury and avoid it do the work. a grunt slips from her heaving body as he pulls harshly on her leg and gravity is all too happy to take ahold of her smaller frame as she crashes heavily on her side with a low snarl, painted muzzle wrinkled as she lies dazed for the briefest of moments before adrenaline- sweet, sweet adrenaline, takes a go at the control panel once more. 

she attempts to slither from beneath his body and jumps right for his fucking face; a brash and stupid move down to nothing less than a burning impatience to get a result. it was a gamble but either way one of them would benefit from this [which, since her player rolled a miss- would be rosencrantz] and her heart beats giddily as she soars.

Okay.. can i just say WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF THESE ROLLS?! 50/50 chance and only one miss so far?? It's incredible, i've got heart palps just rolling - probably why im such a junkie for the rolls!

Should they have spoken words in between blows, Rosencrantz had just as many compliments to give the lady as she did. A deadly waltz between warriors, exchanging blood and weaponry, as well as their own tactics for battle - though her move to go underneath him was puzzling, her strength was enough to have him more impressed than feeling above her in the ability to think before acting in such a short span of time.

It only took a fraction of a second between blows, to instinctively move and strike in a rhythm that could only be attained through training, vigorous, destructive, and vicious training that would leave one a bloody mess at the end of the day. Such a thing his father had put him and Guildenstern through; and she too in a way of her own. Should he be honest, he was curious about what had made this woman a fighter in her own rights.

She was vicious - but he remained calculating. Which for a moment, it gave him the upper hand (and some luck on the player's side too). His weight had finally come through, the woman came crashing down underneath after his final tug, and only now did he release his grip on the woman's knee. He didn't wish to damage it any further, such a fantastic gladiatrix, it would be a shame to put her down for a knee injury should it be damaged beyond natural repair. 

He could feel it, feel her as she wriggled free from underneath him, snaking around and with a reaction as quick as that of a lightning's strike - he turned, with a flurry of teeth to match her own. Footing was everything, with feet as nimble as a dancer's, he moved just enough to avoid her teeth. Their snowy pelts brushing against each other in a nocuous embrace as he moved in for another blow - this time, to the neck, shifting his body try and avoid the woman's wrath by standing perpendicular to her body while teeth sank into her once again... 

Health (20/50)

rolled a 3 = miss 
hp - 10/50
lmao i was just thinking the same thing i was convinced we were gonna get the whole way through without a single miss but it seems my luck is gone u.u

for a moment there is silence as her jaws slip past, nothing but hair slipping through her pearly fangs and the moment seems to stand still for a long moment. she can feel and that's all, feel his body against hers, feel the tensity of both their heaving vessels strung like bows always ready to fire, feel the burning pain starting to catch up on her, feel the euphoria claiming her mind and bouncing one step ahead. then her jaws finally close on empty air with a harsh clack and with such a dissastisfying sound it all comes rushing back. the blood pounding in her ears, the heavy pants that keep them moving..then it's all just one endless noise as his teeth connect with her neck and she exhales a soft groan. painful, yes but although instinct has her writhing away from it- there's some sick pleasure at the sharp realness of the connection of his teeth on her flesh. she can locate a source to this pain and attempt to do something about it so for that alone she relishes in its existence for it is the only thing that has an intensity strong enough to distract her mind from lingering sufferings that have no solution. they simply get to exist and that is what pain really was.

she snaps with a useless frustration in his general direction but the iron jaws fastened upon her keep her held just out of reach and her wispy tail lashes against him, the only part able to brush against him and useless to do anything but express her anger. so she focuses, the warmth of both his salivating breath and her own blood helping her pinpoint exactly where his hold was for the drug like haze her blood alone had her in left her struggling to figure out such things on unreliable sources of pain alone. so like some sort of frenzied animal she drops, knowing if she frees herself it'll cause quite the wound but lacking the ability to give a fuck at that moment and if that wasn't enough she'd go on to spring back up again and so on until she was bucking and rearing like a panicked stallion to escape his grasp and get snapping jaws closer to the target they sought so hungrily.

Seems my luck has also run out! Rolled my first miss ((((；゜Д゜)))

For a moment he drank at the moment. Lips curling in a sick jovial grin as he landed his mark, teeth sinking into her tender flesh as the sweet taste of blood exploded onto his tongue once more. For the moment, the pain he felt was numbed, adrenaline kept his body moving and giving him nothing but euphoria for every hit he inflicted, as well as sustained by the beautiful opponent he had chosen to face. 

But as their fight prolonged, her tactics began to wain. Mindless snaps and movements, there was little planning in her actions now as they once were before. Bucking and lashing out, he lost his grip on her neck, for that sweet blissful moment had come and gone, beauty was indeed fleeting and that was why it was sought relentlessly by all. 

This is where they differed finally. While she found herself in a frenzy, Rosencrantz was still as calm and pensive in his actions as he was in the beginning of the fight. But that did not mean he was still victorious or guaranteed a win. Even the frenzied barbarians were still quite the opponent no matter how much you tried to think two steps ahead. In the attempt to try and control her bucking, to end this fight once and for all, he felt nothing but air in return. 

Her frantic and unpredictable movements were impossible, and for once, Rose was finding himself back off, quickly away from those snapping jaws of hers and take a moment to rethink a strategy… Calmly he eyed the woman with a chilled, one-eyed gaze…

Health (20/50)

rolled a 10 = hit
hp - 10/50
super sorry for the long wait!

she let the euphoria sweep her off her feet and carry her on its uplifting wave as she heard the satisfying snap of her opponent failing to catch her and with a little savage grin pulling at crimson lips, the ghost would hop away daintily and spin once more to watch as he stepped backwards. sides heaved as a salmon tongue slipped briefly free from its cage to swipe at the staining- doing little to actually clean herself up and merely spreading the damage further. he doesn't seem to be quite so caught up in the high as she but the woman is much too giddy to even acknowledge how it is he that's acting as she usually would and that her own actions were almost alarmingly out of character. yet was that not what she truly sought? to break free from herself and in order to accomplish that did she not need to become something else entirely? yet that too could be contradicted because yes she was behaving in ways much more sporadic than usual for the calculative soldier but it was still violence she resorted to and was that not a habit of a self she'd already thought to have escaped?

the thoughts grow forceful with their tormenting and memories are growing cocky once more as they ride on the backs of any self doubts heading her way so with a strangled noise that sounded like something half ways between a hiss and a snarl, the decima would fling herself right back at him. despite the glint in dark orbs being focused on him, it was herself she really targeted through her own behaviour yet there was little worry that he'd feel truly threatened for had he not been the one to ask her for this dance for similar reasons? Small and bold, adrenaline still making her feel fucking incredible despite the state of her pelt suggesting otherwise, she darts forward with a viper like speed to aim right for his blind side as she suspected he was quite used to and once he'd presumably prepare to defend this sensitive spot she'd make the not so common decision to spin without missing a beat and aim right for his unmarred side of his face. 

jaws snap tauntingly close to his eye but not wanting to cause true harm she opts to simply drag teeth across his cheek and down his neck with the momentum of her falling from hind legs she'd previously reared back on so that she should land back on all four with fresh blood leaking from her jaws with perhaps the occasional tuft of white. if she's lucky and noki doesn't roll a hit she'll hop back form the firing range once more before he has the chance to retaliate, if unsuccessful we'll have to see what happens.

It's okay! It's finally done so we can wrap this up and get those merc trades! Also, I'm totally down to have these two meet again, fight or no fight, i think they can get along! I also hope this post makes any sense .3.
Rolled: 8 - Hit

Though his own pleasure didn't come across as obvious as hers, Rosencrantz felt rather satisfied by all of this none the less. The thrill of a fight, with nothing personal standing in the way - just a fight between warriors to unleash that beast and release the tension that they build up in any other day to day encounters (or in his case, by heartbreak and abandonment by those he had chosen to trust). 

Standing just far enough, the woman gathered herself as well as they eyed one another before the final exchange of blows. Her euphoria brought an odd sense of glee to the warrior, just seeing that she was enjoying herself too was enough to make this whole random encounter worth it. Perhaps he had found someone new he could gravitate to in time, should he chose to trust again, or at least fight when they both needed it again, no strings attached. 

But all thought had come to a halt. She launched forward, hungry for more as he. She was clever. very much so. After she had collected herself, the woman had gotten a new strategy that had caught him a little off guard admittingly. Naturally, he aimed to protect his blindside, immediately snapping to stop her attempt at grabbing him on the right - but only to be surprised when he felt the teeth along his cheek and neck instead. 

Unfortunately, the clever strategy - and luck of the rolls - Rose was quick to react. Bloodied beyond all reason, once pristine alabaster now stained red in every which direction - it was do or die now (well not quite die in this instance). The need to finish this fight now, to end it before fatigue took its course from lack of blood, he thrusted his shoulder and hips into her in the attempt to put her off balance, quickly followed by the flash of teeth to her chest or back, whichever way the chalky woman fell. Should all succeed, he should be hovering over her, perpendicular to her shoulders and wait for the following... 

Health (10/50)

hp - 0/10 - congrats on winning, and 100 posts!
thanks for the great thread too<3

her jaws part slowly so that each drop of the vital liquid managed to make contact with a salmony tongue, stained red with success before either making it down her throat or spilling down the sides of her mouth and creating beautiful patterns of stark crimson on what still remained pure from their scuffle. yet alas her relishing was a short lived moment as surprise manages to spark through hazy eyes of shadowed darkness when her retreat is cut off and should she have not been so cocky perhaps she'd have been prepared to defend herself. yet her confidence that speed would have her dancing from his grasp in moments turned out to be her greatest fault for when he body slammed her there was nothing but gravity ready to step in and assist the situation. her body slams into the ground and with a grunt she rolls so that she's on her back, paws tucked neatly across her stained chest as he stands above her in his victory.

as simple as that her muscles relax and she allows her position on the earth to be one of comfort as she stretches out with a wry grin up at the man, slowly running her tongue over a bloody muzzle. "well" she murmurs, the first time to let loose silky tones since coming across him. "you got me" her head tilts to the side as she lays there, examining him closely. there's still a buzz to her, the high continuing to build its shimmery barrier against the shadows writhing behind but there's a small part of her that's aware that it wouldn't last, that these temporary solutions were pointless if she refused to face the truth of what had happened. however, the voice of reason was small and weak in comparison to the rest of her mind as it clung desperately to what made things good. fuck feeling bad when you could feel good, simple as that. 

she'd curse such idiotic thoughts later but for now, she simply inhaled deeply and grinned, teeth glinting red and white in a brave ray of sunlight managing to break free of the heavy clouds although indeed they were starting to lose their intensity and the drizzling had stopped a while ago, the ground was simply damp with blood. she wrinkled her nose lightly and wriggled out from under him, pushing herself to stand with a light wince. eyes glance over his form, curiosity twinkling in their depths as she gives herself a quick shake. there's part of her that yearns to ask who he is, fascinated by the brute who'd put up such a fight and she can't really give a solid reason as to why she doesn't, but she keeps her jaws shut. simply smiling as her tail flicks and she sets off down the mountain- light despite her limp and feeling a craving to return to the woods she'd felt so suffocating only earlier that day.

I didn't realize he hit the 100 until you pointed it out!! thank you! and i loved this, i would absolutely love to have them meet again, ill keep my eyes open for her next open thread! or maybe join that one with abaddon eventually kufufufu

Ribs pushed and pulled as he tried to steady his breath. Rose was a bloody mess and he would deal with it as soon as they parted ways. For now, he hung over her for a brief moment, tail swaying behind him in motion so slow that molasses would be jealous of his viscosity. waiting for her next move - and it didn't come. The woman calmed and admitted defeat, to which he responded by stepping back and giving her space. Satisfied, he had felt an inner peace he hadn't felt in a long time. 

As she righted herself, he took a moment to assess his wounds. He wasn't certain where one began and the other ended, they all seemed to blend into one another, blurred by the reddening of his own alabaster pelt. Nothing that a quick soak couldn't fix, maybe a few days of rest to allow the wounds to clot over before he did anything strenuous. Once pleased with his assessment and the next plan, his gaze fell onto his once opponent yet again.

No other words were exchanged between the two. There was no need for names and so he did not offer his own; in fact, she had gained something much more precious than his name after this brief encounter, his respect. With a nod from him, Rosencrantz turned to set off on his own trail, down the mountain and toward the next body of water he could find. He would remember her, there were few individuals out there now that he enjoyed their company, or they left a good taste in his mouth after parting - but she had joined such a small list. 

Maybe next time they would do something a little less injury-filled - but he would not turn up his nose should she challenge him next time.