Redsand Canyon I Think You Deserve Much Better Than Me

Set for the 17th of September, a week after Nyra returns from Ursus 
Tags: @Derg 
Territory: Paradise Falls

The pale warrior had festered over her behavior toward Derg from when she had returned, so bloody and beaten. 
He deserved anapology. She shouldn't have acted like that, especially toward him. 
With a quiet whimper, she looked around at the lush terrain before ifting her head to howl for the Overseer. His anger wasn't something she could run from, especially after her little stunt. 

Whenever Derg arrived, she would keep her shoulders slouched and her head low, turning her head only enough to glance at him with flat ears "I've been meaning to give you an apology for how I spoke to you, that night I came back and caused such a scene...I shouldn't have acted like that. You are one of my alphas, after all." The white giant was bracing for him to respond, either with sharp words, his fangs, whatever. She was expecting he would still be livid at her for throwing the bearchild too, and it was better that she own up to her mistakes, her foolishness, than to run away from all of it.

A howl resonated for him though the canyon.
Nyra.
The white witch who had betrayed their allies and subsequently the Saints.
Kynareth knew what he would have done. Derg would have presented her to Ursus for what she did. He wouldn't allow it though.
And so he simmered away from her.

Though she'd put herself on his usual patrol route today.
He didn't take long to reach her, his small form commanding power in her presence.
She sunk low.
Derg watched her submit easily, looked to see how her wounds were doing.
Not too good, it seemed.
He looked back to her once she'd finished speaking, thinking about his words carefully.
He wanted to lecture her, to tell her how stupid it was of her, why didn't she ask for an escort? Did she eve know of their war? She knew that they were still prickly around the edges, and espeecially after a battle...
He wanted to smite her there and then, but Ursus was a lost cause now.

"As long as you know now." There was no kindness hinting his gaze like usual. He couldn't muster it. "How are you wounds?" He hoped to soften himself by asking, to hear the pain his pack endured here.

He spoke few words today, it seemed. She sighed softly and nodded once at his first sentence, then shrugged at his question.
"They're healing, though, slowly...it'll take a while for them to heal completely." Her answer was soft, almost a mumble.
She was tired, aching. 
"I just...wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for being so disrespectful to you. You're right to be angry with me..." Nyra sighed again as she trailed off, and eased herself to the grass to lie down.

He nodded, looking to the falls. 
The birds flitting through the water every minute. He didn't know why they did so, perhaps a bath or something. Maybe it was a way of catching food for them. He may never know. 

He could hear in Nyra's voice the resignation. "How has training with Donovan been?" He wanted to see if she'd advanced a lot. Training the same moves often doesn't make you skilled. It makes you flawless in the one move. There's a difference, and training with one opponement doesn't give rise to much opportunity. 

" Are you well enough for a spar?" He looked back to her, his usually muddy gaze lit up in the sun to create deep pools of honey-amber. He wanted to get a feel for her should some shit happen and he'd have to...
It wasn't worth thinking of

Nyra hesitates at his offer to spar. She really didn't feel like taking it up, but there was nothing better to do besides sleep. Thus, she gingerly rose to her paws and padded a small distance from the water, facing him with as good a stance as she could muster

He watched her take position.
She looked like a dejected deer, waiting for wolves to slay it.​
He felt no pity for her.

He'd go easy on her today.

Derg took a bound towards her, wanting to see if she could defend from above as he rose up, creating more force to slam into the back of her head with.

As he rose up, she took the glimpse of opportunity to strike for his jugular, using a shit ton of strength just to try and flip him over her so he would land in the grass.

Fuck, that hurt her jaws. 
 She huffed with the effort and faced him again. Using solely her strength and her size like that wouldn't work every time, and would most likely get her even more injured if she didn't learn to dodge and evade.

She rose up to meet him. Yeah, it was a surprise, he'll admit, but he pulled himself free before she could complete her move, letting himself swing to the side, giving some distance between themselves.

He moved quicker now, seeing as she did want to fight really, going for her rear leg, as far away from her jaws as possible. She couldn't be as fast as him, and he might make a hit if she decided to attack rather than avoid.

He'd see as his jaws flew for her stagnant rear leg, hoping to pull it out from under her.

She jumped away from his jaws barely in time, planting herself to face him again, keeping her flanks and hind legs away from his teeth.

She managed to swing herself from his clutches with enough ease.
A good warrior, well on her way to becoming a guardian too.

She didn't attack this time, probably feeling the pressure on her wounds.
Maybe he shouldn't be so harsh, but what would happen if she were a lone wolf?

Derg swung back from his assault, looking to grasp her scruff this time, though not very hard.
He didn't want to harm her too much.

As he went for her scruff, she danced away again, just enough to give her more room to coil inward and grab him by the side of the neck in an effort to use his momentum against him - to make him tumble forward, past her, as she pulled him. 
Though she didn't know what he was thinking, she noted Derg himself was a great fighter. When she finished healing, she might ask him to spar again. 
Nyra found it was a good bonding experience.

She moved to wrap herself around him, but he wasn't taking any shit now.
She appeared at his side and he, being smaller than her, managed to slide himself across the loose topping of the ground, her teeth scathing his scruff, but letting his momentum propel himself across the ground.

Now here was the thing. Derg was now flat on his stomach with her still standing above him.
But he wasn't pinned yet.
Not being the best equipped to fight with brute strength, he did so with wits.
Derg rolled himself over so he was facing up, ready to kick Nyra in the face should she be ontop him already.

Nyra hadn't lunged for his belly or his throat. Instead, as Derg rolled to face up, she went for his hocks, snapping and biting and pulling at his hind legs before she danced away again.
She hadn't wanted to hurt him horribly, and thus made sure the attacks she made weren't given everything she had. Even though she was injured more so than he, she was bigger and could probably cause damage much more easily due to her size. 

Nyra probably could have kept up her assault, but at the moment, she didn't want to. Not yet at least.

To his surprise, she took his foot into her mouth and started to throw him about! Well, he wasn't about that.
His rear legs peddled to ward off her attack, hoping to get a few shots landing on her muzzle before throwing himself upwards and lunging for her again, hoping to snap up the top of her scruff and push her down.

Push her down he did. But, Nyra wasn't ready to cave yet, thus as she went to the ground with his teeth still on her, she rolled, aiming to throw him over as she went, and pin him under her larger mass, at least briefly.

She rolled, dragging him over and slapping his ass into the sand.
She must be so delighted with herself.
He resisted biting harder.

She dragged herself from his grip and he lunged to take it up again as she came to pin him, aiming to land right on her jugular.

She wasn't delighted at all, really. It was a spar, not a competition in her mind. 

Even so, with her body so battered already, Nyra was tiring as she went to pin him, not at all attempting to avoid his fangs at her throat. She didn't have the strength right now to keep this up.

The monolith female clenched her teeth as her weight went to the ground, landing belly up. Nyra tucked her tail between her thighs, offering her submission. 

She couldn't fight anymore. Not right now.

He could see the pain now.
The weariness that was held in her frame, preventing her from even trying to stop him.
The force of his attack pushed her to the ground, and before her back had even met the sandy surface.
He could tell she was spent.

"Sorry. For when you came back that day."
He did feel bad, in truth. He'd snapped when she needed help.
When she needed the support of her leaders, she needed him, and he'd tried to throw her into the bear's jaws.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm always free to lend an ear," he smiled softly, letting her recover. He should walk her back to the dens. Make sure she was ok.

We can wrap this up whenever's good! <3 

His teeth seemed to leave her throat as soon as she was on the ground, panting hard. 
Nyra felt a whoosh of relief and gratitude in the moment - knowing he wouldn't push her to keep going, when Donovan most likely would have. 

Slowly, gingerly, she rolled and pushed herself to her feet, "Thank you..." She murmured in response to her Overseer's words, offering a light, brief nuzzle with her nose at his shoulder before she began to ease herself back toward Dove's healing oasis. The shieldmaiden paused briefly, a silent invite for Derg to walk with her there, if he wanted to.

Needless to say, she didn't know he had already been at least considering making sure she was alright.

He offered her a soft smile.
His apologies...though he felt like apologised more often than he did, he didn't because he seldom had to apologise.

Her touch brought him back to reality.
She needed assistance, and when she looked to him, he moved forward to offer it to her.
This was his pack.
He owed them too.