Hideaway Strath Stand Beside Me, Or Get Out Of My Way

Tags: @Sasha Deagon
Weather: 50° F, clear skies 
Time: mid-dawn, 2 days after this thread

Nyra still hadn't gotten over the slaughter that had happened only a couple nights prior to now. She hadn't forgiven herself for becoming so overcome with blood hunger, that she tore the heart from their sacrifice's chest. 
And she hadn't done anything when the gold-laced she-wolf she didn't know, turned on Leigh like she did. 
And that...

That simply would not fly. 

Nyra may be a crazy psycho, but she's a loyal one. And in her mind, the actions she meant to pursue this morning were justified.

Sasha had cleaned herself thoroughly by now.
but only just now. she was lounging in the sun, drying out her fur after a swim.
she'd even taken the care to lick between her paw pads. no trace of blood here officer, t'wasn't i who killed the girl. you have the wrong white wolf.

Sasha chuckled softly as she stood now, shaking out her mostly dry fur.
yeah, this would do.
she silently wandered through the strath, looking for something to eat. or someone to torment.

The Paladin saw her from behind, fire-lit eyes never straying from her figure. 

Nyra leveled her head with her spine, prowling forward, raptoral and livid-pissed. Nearing closer to Sasha, she growled quietly "Time to teach you a lesson." 

And with zero warning save for those growl-whispered words, the Shieldmaiden slammed into the wolfdog's shoulder with a vicious roar and ungodly force, teeth fully bared and seeking Sasha's soft, tender throat.

Or anything, really. Her intent was to maul and to maim, not necessarily to kill.

Not yet at least.

she of course didn't hear the approach of the skilled merc.
not until her breath passed her lips next to her.
Sasha whipped her head around only to have it smack into Nyra's, making her dizzy already.
then teeth dug into her.

the teeth tore into the base of her neck, forcing her to her knees as she struggled to figure out who and what.
then her fight or flight kicked in. spurring her legs into motion as she started thrashing. snarling. screaming.
Sasha swung her paws up, aiming to hit Nyra in the fucking eyes. maybe her nails would blind her.
probably not.
she pulled, tugging to get some leverage on the grasp so Nyra could meet her own teeth.
fuckin' bitch.

Paws to the cheeks like this didn't exactly feel great. But, Kynareth had taught her well so far, especially concerning fighting through high levels of pain.

The gold-laced wolfdog was successfully ambushed, though not for long before she herself started thrashing and biting.

Nyra did not relent, snapping at Sasha's face, aiming to leave deep, angry gashes wherever her teeth made contact on her. 
Even if it didn't end up being her face.
Neck, throat, shoulders, legs, chest, ribs, flanks, stomach, ears, tail--

As long as this harlot was left weeping blood from deep wounds, and half-dragging her weight around during the recovery process - Nyra would be content.

teeth flew.
Sasha managed to work herself to some sort of freedom as the other let go to start her frenzied assault. teeth digging into her pearly fur with disregard for the consequences.
Sasha was battered with teeth and paws and she shoved against her like she was just a carcass to be eaten from.

she twisted, landing her chest upside, right as Nyra drove down into her.
teeth locked about her breast and pulled. paws bracing against her abdomen and ripping her open.
opening a great gash in her breast.
she screamed.
agony tearing through her body as she writhed.
blood pouring from the wound.
would this stop?

She took no time to try and spit out the fur and flesh she had torn from Sasha's chest. Nyra just kept going, landing every single hideous blow she could before the Paladin snatched the gold-laced woman up by the scruff, dragging her angrily to the river where Nyra would shove her head under the currents and pin her there with her bulking mass for as long as possible. 

Killing Sasha wasn't on the agenda today. However, Nyra would make damn sure the gold-laced bitch knew exactly who she was dealing with as she fought for oxygen underwater. 

This wasn't just Nyra proving a point not to fuck with her family. It was also a promise made through action that if Sasha continued to do so...

She would meet the same fate as their sacrifice.

no mercy was given.
the blows kept raining on the defenceless woman. she was at this point.
she stopped fighting back, tried to curl up, tried to scream for Kynareth. he might not even make it stop anyway.
no sound escaped her hoarse throat through the choking pain.

then, the blows stopped. she was being dragged. umped over the forest floor. the water got louder. Sasha thought it was just her head. until it was shoved under the current.
her back legs were her only working limbs now at they thrashed under the weight of the Paladin.
her throat closed up, blood weeping into the water she'd calmy bathed in mere hours ago.
she was losing. she was surely going to die today.
she hadn't even been given the chance to prove herself.

Sasha's head reared in a last instinctive attempt to save her pathetic life.

That last instinctive rearing of Sasha's head was quickly nipped in the bud as Nyra forced her skull further under. 
She stayed there until Sasha's struggles stopped as her body began to succumb to the lack of precious air. 

A few short but still-dreadful moments later, the Paladin freed Sasha of her bulk, gripping her scruff and ripping the smaller canine from the water.

The Shieldmaiden dragged Sasha a few yards from the river, where she dropped her in the grass and allowed the serpent woman to recover from her near-death experience. 

Once she at least seemed like she could grasp any strands of reality again, Nyra spoke "If you ever hurt one of my packmates again, you will not survive a second time." 
Her words were sub-zero cold as she began to walk away. Nothing more on her end needed to be said.

darkness swam in to claim her vision.
her mind.
water clogged her ears, forced its way into her nose.
just as she was about to succumb, she was wrenched back with a jolt.

she thought it was Kynareth. but no. Nyra just wanted her to suffer life.
Sasha spluttered on the grass, writhing like a burning snake. coldness gripped her body.
but hurt a packmate? she never touched the girl.
Nyra would pay.

the titaness left. and Sasha was left to recover alone.