Duck Lake I've grown tired of this body

Feel free to beat him up a little more while we snatch his tail lolol @Aerasha

Skoll was stomping whatever grasses that were raised flat as he made his way to the duck lake. That woman had got away and Skoll couldn't follow her - he'd lost track of where she ran off to after a short time despite him being faster than her. He did know she would return to, the Saints. Skoll would be an idiot if he went there alone. There was no point in it unless the leaders decided it so. 

So now, he was looking for a different way to take his anger out. If someone else would show. Anything. He was so pissed that he would be willing to face someone stronger than him, even. Being skin and bones it would be easy to find someone like that. Skoll didn't care who he ran into as long as it wasn't a child. If he ran into anyone at all. Maybe he would drown the ducks in the lake. 

The fur on his hackles were raised despite no one being there just yet, growls could be heard from his throat.

Aerasha was an unfortunate victim to this rage. She was a simple ex-Princess, trying to form whatever nonsense Rosewood was, but alas, no one seemed to come forward to her pledging. She claimed Emberwood, but honestly not being there half the time, she was pretty sure wolves would enter- and honestly wouldn't care too much.

"Hey theerreeee!" The tea-wolf greeted from behind a stranger, he was black as night, but seemed upset!

Skoll didn't notice the other wolf until her singsong voice reached his ears, and he reared up before turning around and into her direction. Teeth bared, his heterochromatic eyes were narrowed. This wolf seemed weak, just based on personality alone. Skinny, too. But skoll was just as skinny, ribs exposed through his skin from lack of eating. He just didn't get that hungry anymore. 

"Go away." He snarled out. 

Skoll was not going to take responcibility for what happened if she stuck around.

"Ohhhh, what's wrong there budddyyy?" Aerasha, was not one to really follow orders. Perhaps it was a reason she wasn't allowed back in Easthollow, but the world may never know. She continued approaching the fellow with a lopsided smile and an easy appearence. She was like a flowery persona, and approaching the irritating wolf was not the best interest for some..

But, whatever. She does what she wants!

Her flowery voice was infuriating, Skoll didn't think he'd ever been so angry before in his life. Maybe it was because the bitch of a woman that showed up to the borders asking to be let in and then giving an excuse of an apology that only made it seem like she wanted in more. There was no way in hell Skoll allowed it, even if their alliance was destroyed. It surely was - with how that woman disrespected the wordless raven woman and then threw her child. A disgusting show of false bravery that crossed every line that could ever be crossed. If Skoll saw her again, and he surely would, he would take her life. 

Right now, though, he had to deal with this stranger that was getting all up in his personal space with her nosy gaze and words. 

I warned you

Skoll moved forward to shove at the woman, pushing her over and giving a warning nip. She would leave or he would bite.

"Hey, hey! That's not niiiiceee." The man started to nip at her, and she only backed up with an innocent smile while calling him out. He reminded her a bit like Ira, but a lil more irritating. Somewhat like the new Valette she had in her mind now, a mean ol' woman. Though obviously, being a man, he was just a grump.

"C'mon friiienddd, share your woes."

The woman almost sounded crazy, did she not feel the pain from his teeth upon her skin? Something told him she didn't. Or maybe she was just good at hiding it. Her singsong voice rang through his ears and into his skull and Skoll wanted to rip her tongue out of her head. Another growl left his maw at that, and he moved to snap at her again while pushing, harder this time. 

If she wanted to play, two could play at that game.

She fell down with a "whoopsie!" and sprawled onto her back. Wow, he pushed her! What a dick! She looked at him with a smile that turned to a pout and called him out, "that's meaaaaaan!" 

"I only wanted to be friiienddlyyy." But she made no intention to get up, and rather grinned as she.. 'Squirmed' to his legs.

Skoll didn't like this woman, hated her guts, hated that she had the singsong voice to taunt him in his dreams. Any weak willed man (or you know,,,, someone not gay) might have found her chiding cute, but Skoll did not. If anything it was pissing him off more, even if the anger was starting to ebb. Pushing this lady around was boring, but he had yet to really do any damage to her. 

Shoving at her again, Skoll would bite at a shoulder, or whatever he could get his oddly white teeth on. He wondered if she would die if he really did a number- maybe not. Skoll was weaker than most others, even if the woman was skinny like he was. This game, was not a fun one to play.

Aerasha has never know what the concept of 'pain' was. She remembered children of her age would cry from minor injuries, or complain that it hurt; but even when she fell with a bloody nose, there was always a smile upon her face. There was times she could feel a 'pressure' across her skin, sometimes heating up, and growing cold, but pain..?

She didn't know what it was.. But somehow in the placement, the summer was always unbearable, and she had far more trouble then others would. Then the issue where her scars, never seemed to heal. Aerasha held some minor cuts underneath her plush coat, but the more obvious one was the marking stretched across her front. Because of what she is, it'll never go away.

Perhaps it was why she was such a strange girl with no fear- there was nothing to fear if she cannot feel the consequences.  Everything simply was a game.

The man starting to nip at her, and she felt the pressure landing upon, and a graze against her face. Her eye trinkled down to the faint line of blood forming-

How.. How dare he!

She clamped down onto the fleeting wisp behind, and bit at his tail. As pain was a mythical concept, she put all her force onto it,  not realizing that it may simple be the end, of what he had.

Skoll wasn't familiar with pain, either. The man had only faced his first 'real' fight when the woman that pissed him off showed up at the borders. His fur was completely devoid of any and all scars or blemishes until he nicked at his face. His nose still had blood caked onto it, as the wound was new, along with the scratches on his muzzle. Maybe those would scar, but now, Skoll didn't seem to mind. Maybe it would make him feel more at home with those in ursus, covered in scars themselves. Or maybe it proved that he could actually be useful. 

Either way his teeth did clamp into her fur, and he could taste the blood on his tongue. It was a taste the man couldn't place. Pretty much the same as any other creature he had hunted down, but somehow different at the same time. Maybe it was that the woman was another wolf? The taste of another wolf's blood on his tongue left his heard pounding and his head demanding more. 

Except before he got a true chomp in, teeth clamped upon the weight of his tail. The sound of a crunch laced in his ears as the searing pain sent a jolt through his body. There was no sound from the man, even though the pain. Only a head turning to attempt to take another bite out of the woman that had suddenly made him feel lighter. Not in a good way, though. 

Far from in a good way. Though Skoll wouldn't have it any other way. 

He could feel the blood start to soak his legs and coat the black fur in red. It was his tail, then. That was why he felt lighter. His tail was gone, he was bleeding pretty badly, and his brain was set on murder. 

But perhaps the woman would get away before he could strike back.

Aerasha took a moment to realize what she done. She never.. Harmed someone before. Emotionally was a different turmoil and task, but never did the Princess physically harm someone. Her face contorted into horror as his tail laid in her maw, and blood gently dripped from his behind.

Her fur rose high as she backed up-

and ran.

Not to the 'home' she claimed, and away from the 'Rosewood' she made.

Away from this land.