♠ He brought his dial down closer to her level, his optics canning her casually, but with a look in his expression that had a more obvious thirsty thoughts swirling in his brain, his tongue leaving his lips to clean again casually. His growls extended as she wriggled under his hold, a frigid weight remaining against her skull, his coolness unfazed, but there was definitely something this @Ismae seemed to have unlocked. ”My blood?” he didn't hesitate to copy her words shortly after catching her sweet vocals. His disbelief in it belonging to himself strong. ”Not mine, убава[beauitful]... no, not mine.” He lowered his jaws towards her ear closest to him, barely free amidst a half-extended claw and spread toes at her cheek. ”Bastard is a more common name...” he mused, a hearty chuckle leaving his throat as he laughed his breath into Ismae's nape and edge of her ear, his vocals sinisterly dark. Clearing his own vocals once the black demon lifted his pressure driven paw from the doe's head but not moving away from her entirely. Instead he positioned himself over her, his front legs split so one stood beneath her throat and the other at the top of her head. His lips lingered at her cheek again, hot breath curling off her ivory tendrils and silver freckled cheeks. ”What would you prefer to call me?” he mumbled into her nape teasingly letting his charcoal nose slowly tickled the fine champagne hairs he'd just planted beneath a threatening paw. Black tendrils of his half-mane draped down to touch lightly at the doe's neck, further allowing the demon to see how far he could get, a coy growl emitting from his chest, guttural and almost feral in her ear, ”Show me what you've got, Ismae” he teased in a mumble, nearly silent and scruffy tone mere centimeters from her face. ”Speech” @Ismae

His paw was secure on her head- the soil playing under her opposite cheek, her eye scrunched closed while the other seemed to glare daggers in his direction. His words seemed to toy with her, as if he didn't believe her capable of spilling his sacred liquid of life. Oh, but she could.

And with the way things were going, she might find herself doing just that.

She was still on the ground, but her voice had retreated to her thoughts- trying to calculate her next move. She could play the part of what she assumed he wanted, that would surely get her enough space to run- but did she want to run? No... no she didn't. Running was weakness and she was a Sovereign, what dare the pride think of her if they learned she fled just because some large brute was toying around with her?

Instead, she huffed, letting his words roll off the back of her spine, neck tucking as he tried to mumble into her nape with his deep voice. It was his final words that caused Ismae to release her control, and perhaps it was the only command of his that she would follow - unknowingly.

In a swift movement did Ismae attempt to bring her head up, jaws splaying as they sought to snap at his face - hoping to catch some of his skin. She was already underneath him, he had the leverage over her, and so she would attempt to buck her hind legs at his body, praying her claws may be able to tear some of his precious skin. To show him she wasn't just some weak female to be played with.

Ismae vs. Czernobog
for dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 2 + 7 + 18 + 4 + 19 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 2 + 15 + 11 + 18 + 8

NOTE: Please disregard default times for this fight, as CiCi is currently on leave/don't want either of us to stress over time frames!
@Czernobog


text. "She speaks." 'She thinks.'

Art & Table code by Zodiac

♠ Standing with his shoulder barred over the doe's upper body, the demonic stag allowed his heavy presence and savage confident loom over her like a weighted blanket. Obsidian nose still planted at the doe's jawline, his black whiskers sweeping against her cream fur, his nose inhaling her scent to memory. ”Loss for words?” he teased, tense figure holding in a chuckle, lightly allowing a maniacal giggle to escape in the process. She is weak, it would be nothing but a spar... he found his own thoughts staggering his actions, he awaited words from the cream doe, crimson eyes drilled into her like burrowing thorns. She seemed to be quieter now, a less threatening form and scent to her. Czerno waited a moment, finding sick satisfaction in her false submission. Within seconds she had flipped her legs beneath herself, like a snapping turtle the black stag could see the glimmer of ivory canines reaching for his own facade. Red eyes grew wide with surprise and titilation of sorts, excitement allowing him to attempt a dodge away from her dangerous jaws, though her speed was far more dangerous than his own, the male pulled to the right of where he stood as quickly as his reaction could handle. His own jaws opened in declaration of his dis-taste for her boldness. ”Ok, haha, okay ребенок (baby/brat)... You want to try and fight your way out.” his reaction feeding excitement into his dilated eyes. The painful sting at his right hip and across his cheek would signify his speed was lacking. Dark crimson dewed and dripped lightly at both wounds, but he ignored them. He licked his maw in excitement, saliva coating and dripping from his maw, savage bloodlust more or less boosted at the thought of catching her claw to his skin. The stag flexed a bit, his jaws lacking words this time, and instead he lunged forward, moving like a black train down a track, jaws reaching out as his tilted his head to the side, eager to land a bite at her upper arm, his left paw reaching to pin down her right, nails extended like black poisonous needles. The back end of his body remained over hers, using his mere weight to stay above her as much as he could. The stinging at his belly was endured as long as he could ignore her thrashing, though he knew he'd have to abandon his position soon. Ismae vs. Czernobog Dominance Round 1 / 3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 17 + 10 + 12 + 14 + 6 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 12 + 2 + 15 OOC: back from absence, sorry for the delay! ”Speech” @Ismae

He was tricky, alluring, and dangerous.

Ismae was determined to show her strength against him- she'd not allow herself to be downgraded by a male, made into a little toy for his pleasure during these few moments. She had a spine, she had worth, and she'd not let herself fold so easily.

She found a satisfaction in the surprise that showed in his eyes, so much so that she could of purred in delight if she was not so focused on trying to draw some of his blood. She didn't get the full impact of her attack like she would of wished, but delight swarmed in her gut to see he didn't get away scratch free.

Swiftly did he counter back, and Ismae made an attempt to shuffle onto her stomach. Her movement cost her, feeling the brute's fangs sink into her shoulder- blood staining her pale pelt as a hiss spat from her lips. His paw lifted, reaching out for her and Ismae attempted to angle her jaws in a manner where she could try and shove forward to bite at it- to grab it in some manner and inflict pain to him. Her position gave her a disadvantage, his frame still looming over her, but she'd be damned if she found herself stuck for too long.

Ismae vs. Czernobog
for dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 17 + 11 + 15 + 10 + 6 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 6 + 9 + 7 + 16 + 2 + 1

NOTE: Please disregard default times for this fight, as CiCi is currently on leave/don't want either of us to stress over time frames!
@Czernobog


text. "She speaks." 'She thinks.'

Art & Table code by Zodiac

♠ Though he'd been bested -- and nearly gouged of his manhood -- the black stag had sensed something in this doe, maybe it was her lack of willingness to give in, and to let him win so easily. It stirred something in his gut, and like the monster he was, it almost hissed out of his hip wound like poison. The bloodlust in his veins fueled by his adrenaline. His tongue coating his jaws like a predator ready to take it's prey... desperation to satisfy. The tyrants wrinkled maw sank into her shoulder, his fangs like butter against her creamy pelt, a sour scent of blood staining his nostrils lightly, like a vampire tasting it's favorite flavor pallet. It fed the demon God, though nothing in his expression favored mercy in releasing anytime soon. She'd wiggled like a caterpillar onto her stomach, though Czerno had to admit it was a welcome movement. Her thrashing caused his hold on her shoulder to loosen. Right as the stag attempted to pull back slightly, he sent a moderately short but loud roar into the air, signifying his paralysis and pain shooting up his left arm. @Ismae's jaws had taken a hold of him, and he'd had only a moment to react. His angry and distressed tone was loud and somewhat disheveled, but he did his best to taunt her, ”YOU'VE FOUGHT LONG ENOUGH!” he yelled out at her, but while he did so he let a guttural growl emit from his chest. He grinned with sinister pleasure, lowering himself over her more, crouching down so his belly would meet her back, attempting to weigh her down enough to gain an upper hand with his sheer size and aura. Back legs remained solid, nails gripping the earth, hocks folding as he tried to sandwich her between him and the earth. His lips would curl, and his mouth opened in distaste, his jaws lowering down on her right side, ivories barely grazing her cheek while his neck curled over her dial. The searing pain in his arm remained, a stinging sensation along with his inability to use it. His words came out again near her ear, this time scarily cold, calm and confident. ”Just give in, pet...” Ismae vs. Czernobog Dominance Round 2/3 Hits: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 16 + 14 + 4 + 7 Dodges: Rolling 3d20: 4 + 20 + 18 ”Speech”

@Czernobog VS. @Ismae FOR Dominance
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