Honeyed Pasture mayday

This place sucked.

Well, scratch that.  As far as places went, this one had almost everything a lone wolf could hope to survive — freshwater sources, plenty of game, and cover on the horizon in almost any direction she turned.  It didn't suck.  It wasn't going to kill her.  But it was cold and wet and so long as she was still out in the field instead of in one of the forests that surrounded it, she was in the open.  The dense autumn-browned grasses occasionally smelled like bear, but she hadn't seen one yet and figured that if she did find one, she had the stamina to bolt before it could ever pose much of a danger.

Evening on the horizon, she continues southwest towards the forest, hoping for a better chance of cover.

Something tugged on her to continue roaming these lands. As if home was coming closer to her than she realized in time. Long lost and eventually, it should appear to her like a dream. As time went on, the memories of the misty woods faded slowly. Only leaving certain visions in dreams as if it barely existed... but still, it brought her here. Somewhere. As if the dream would come true here if she kept roaming, following her paws like a compass. 

The scent of bear was thick, a new scent she was unfamiliar with... this season would be her first in hibernation, for the wicked beasts to be preparing for a winter of slumber with fat bellies.  Ruby eyes scanned the fields around, spotting a strange colouration in the grasses... a wolf, like her.. but not quite like her either. Having little socialization since... that... forgotten guardian left her on that godforsaken mountain when she was smaller, all Conquest could do was stare at the stranger from a distance with a harsh glance...

She slunk through the grasses, feeling like a slinky little she-leopard, all sultry and sneaky.  She thought that her color would help her blend in ... but another glance around the field told her that wasn't so.  She was being watched with a striking intensity  by some other she-cat she-wolf.  Her face fell, and she could feel annoyance pre-emptively bubbling up inside.  Electra held the other's gaze for a beat as she continued to walk, then came to an abrupt halt as she projected loudly but flatly, What.

With a flick of her tail, she mindlessly watched the other. Even as their gazes met, Conquest was unmoving... unflinching. Even when the sharp tone directed at her bit through the chilling air, all she did was flick an ear dismissively at the tone and answered in a glass tone. You look weird. Scrunching up her face, she looked down on the wolf from where she stood. Scrutinizing the woman rudely. Sadly, Conquest wasn't taught any lessons on how to meet others... no charm whatsoever.

apologies in advance for this awful creature

That bitch! There were a lot of things in this world that Electra didn't like.  Being dismissed was one of them.  Being insulted was another.  Both of them were pretty high on the list.  Her hackles bristled but she kept the insult off of her face, instead raising her lip in a sneer.  Okay, and?  You're not such a looker yourself.

For a moment everything about her was still and pointed.  She waited to see what her words did (or didn't) do to the other before sliding back into neutral motion, crossing the field in the direction she was initially headed with a newfound bitterness.  What's there to fuckin' do about it anyway?  Nothing, that's what.

It's all good! lmao sorry for rude ass Connie ;3;

Unlike her counterpart, Conquest was as cool as a cucumber. While the other got defensive, Conquest could feel the breeze on her skin and it felt... nice. She even took a casual sniff of the air and caught a bit of the other's scent in the mixture among the dying plants as autumn was coming to an end. Winter... she quickly wondered what that would be like, was it as cold as the day of her birth? That was all she could really remember of her youth. 

Oh yeah, she had company. Her eyes snapped back at the woman who spat an insult in return and shrugged in response. Conquest wasn't really one to go about thinking she was hot stuff, or attractive really. Was she too big to be considered pretty by most looking for a mate? Did that even matter, she wondered? Nothing. No, there was nothing anyone could do about what they were given appearance-wise. It's why I stared. She explained simply.

Youre fine!  This is diffused enough that I feel comfortable making another thread, but if this goes south I may have to wiggle her timeline lol!

The rudeness of both wolves melted into indifference as the conversation continued -- Electra's tone remained icy and controlled, but her words lost their jagged edge. Yeah, well next time you might want to keep that to yourself.  She stopped her lazy lope and paused again to stare flatly at the other wolf. What're you doing out here, anyway?  It's raining.  There's a  forest this way, if you're looking for shelter .... unless there's something dangerous about it that I don't know.

You should be less sensitive. Scrunching her nose at her own "fact", she continued to talk down on the stranger. There was no filter, that was obvious. Conquest would always say what was on her mind regardless of the outcome. If someone couldn't handle her honesty, then it sucked to be them, that was all she had to say on the matter. There was no way on hell she would tiptoe around the feelings of others. 

I was not looking for shelter. The rain didn't bother her, she had her own mission at hand. Find home. Waiting out the rain at this time of the year seemed like a useless venture. Almost every day it seemed to rain, reminding her vaguely of when she was younger. Is this how the season worked? Are you scared of the woods? Quirking a brow, it was the closest she had gone to teasing... such a woman acting so tough and then questioning about dangers in the forest she should know about. It almost made the young-woman laugh.

PLEASE feel welcome to DM me so we can figure out where to go from here!

Electra had never met a wolf with such a mouth to match her own, but here she was!  Out in the wild!  With even less of a filter than Electra herself! She could feel the indignance rising inside of her, but her body and face remained eerily still.

There were two outcomes to this scenario.  She could sit here and let herself be metaphorically shat upon by some dumb broad who didn’t even know her, or ...

Walking away was not an option that came to Electra, despite it definitely being one.   She may have had more patience if not for some personal issues in her recent history. Instead she leapt into motion, headed directly towards the rusty-coated wench, darting across the dead brown field with incredible speed; no amount of speaking would get the other out of this, it was fight or run.  The young Vael’s aim: to grab the muzzle of that back-talking waste of breath and pin her stupid face to the ground.  

If she succeeded, her only aim was to drive the woman’s face into the mud — it was obvious that the girl’s intent wasn’t to kill, it was to shame.

HP: 10/20

A crooked grin found its way to the fiery child's maw. Toothy as the other woman lost her patience with the child's attitude. Apparently being insulted by someone who isn't even a year old yet wasn't something the other wolf could look the other way. Unfortunately for Connie, her abilities weren't sharpened yet and the stranger managed to get the immediate upper hand. 

A growl rumbled through her as her face was forcefully thrown into the mud and muck, caking her muzzle and cheek while she glared daggers at her new-found opponent. From her lowered position, she reached forward with the intent of grabbing the gold-ish girl's paw and see if she could rip it from the ground and gain the upper hand for herself. Should she succeed, Connie would pull and tug to sweep the other off her feet.

HP: 15/20

Her heartbeat pounds in her ears, behind her eyes as she meets her mark, fangs gripping around the young girl's unrepentant muzzle.  In one fluid motion she drives the girl's face into the dirt as a show of dominance, her blackened tail arced high over her hindquarters.  A furious snarl rips from her throat as she smears the girl's face into the dirt.

She finds she's unable to keep her opponent's mouth shut, and lets out a yelp as the rusty woman's teeth find purchase in Electra's paw.  Driven by pain and fury, she uses the moment she releases to aim instead at the girl's scruff, with the intent on driving her back into the dirt.  Blood pools between her toes and into the mud, and Electra twists in an attempt to both yank her foot free from the other's grip and shove her shoulder against the girl's body — the idea being that if she could get a hold of the girl's scruff, she could push her over into the ground with her shoulder and declare victory from her advantageous position.

If she were to fail, however, her injured foot would not be in a position to carry both the weight of herself and her opponent.  It was a risky move, but one she was hoping would pay off.

Okay! The winner is already decided, just gonna post a couple more to count for trades and we can end it! <3

She wasn't about to be thrown around by this woman, and nor was she willing to roll over and let her claim victory yet without testing her own abilities either. Conquest knew she was young... but she knew she was strong. Physically at least. Hoped that her time surviving on her own was good enough to show some abilities in fighting as well. This was a test for her just as much as anything else.

How far has she come along?

How much more does she have to go to learn?

Apparently far enough. Even with her grip on the woman's foot, she still had the upper hand by grabbing onto her scruff. Conquest shook and bucked her front half, hoping to shake her opponent off in a wild display, again, hoping her size could be used to her advantage as it often did. 

It didn't feel right, and she hated it. One more idea came to mind as she tried to headbutt the woman from below, hit her right below in the jaws, and see if she could get her dazed or something with one quick, powerful movement.

The moments seemed to slow down for Electra, and each second that passed by she felt was a missed opportunity.  In this moment she is consumed by the possibilities, struggling to keep hold of the woman's scruff as she kicks and bucks beneath the golden girl.  She lets out a fierce growl as the girl's thrashing nails her in the jaw, causing her teeth to click together and her tongue, caught in the crossfire, begins to bleed.  Even still, the grip of her savage jaws is unrelenting and she makes a move again to throw her opponent to the ground.

We can close it out here! Thank you for the thread <3

Though she had done her best, the fiery girl's best was just not enough today. Bested by the woman she had basically called ugly, Conquest's fight eventually faded and gave victory to the stranger... this time. With a frustrated huff and a growl, she hoped for the stranger to still have no desire to kill her - otherwise, the young woman might have to start fighting again, this time with her life on the line and not just her own ego.. 

Time felt slow as she waited to be released from this grip. Refusing to cast a glance in the woman's direction as she simply hoped they would walk away and let Conquest nurse her ego and let time heal this wound.

thank you for the thread!

Once it was clear that Electra was the victor, she released the other woman from her grasp and sprang back a few steps on the off-chance that it was for show, that the girl would use this as an opportunity to launch another attack and gain the other hand. 

When this did not happen, Electra made to leave, tossing only one venemous line past her shoulder with her departure: Learn from this.

She had lost... that was certain, not unless she wanted to make this a deathmatch for the sake of her ego... but young Conquest wasn't ready to put her life on the line for something that didn't seem quite worth it just yet - she was still young, learning... and maybe one day she would get her revenge for this loss.

As the woman walked away, Conquest remained still for a moment longer. Snarling to herself as the venomous words came slithering her way, cursing this moment to wander her memories until the two would meet again. She would have a re-match. Once her opponent was away, Conquest rolled to her feet and wandered off to lick her wounds, and mend a broken ego.