she had not returned to the hollow since the war. much as she knew it was selfish, and that her friend would wonder where she had gone, asteria found herself incapable of caring. an emptiness had settled in her chest in the wake of saga's death, a feeling of unresolved emotions left scattered. she flopped between anger and sorrow, rage and grief, and the constant rollercoaster meant she was poor company at best. thankfully she was a skilled enough hunter to fend for herself, and she had lived more than a few days on her own. it was lonely, sure, but at the same time she had little room in her mind for said loneliness. the day dawned with a red sky and without thinking she turned towards the pit. a colleseum of tooth and claw and blood -- fitting for one so lost. asteria took up a defensive stance, flexing her claws and losing a summons in to the air. in the wake of her call she tucked her chin towards her neck and settled comfortably to wait, keeping her muscles tensed and ready, her eyes alert and scanning for an opponant. 0/3 for Dominance |
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Winter
The coldest part of winter is now afoot, with heavy snowfall spreading across the north and crisp winds overtaking the majority of the lands. To make matters worse, the days seem painfully short, with the sun setting as quickly as it seems to rise from across the horizon. The nights remain dark, quiet, and frigid all the while.
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06-05-2022, 02:28 PM
06-05-2022, 06:51 PM
Although his wound has not yet entirely healed, it is no longer of much consequence to the Iron Frei. Thankfully scarring itself was buried almost neatly beneath the tendrils of his black mane; some of which had been torn out but given the length of his fur as is, he knew only Septima would've probably spotted the subtle difference given she'd mended the injury herself. He is reluctant to be idle though and the need to stretch and unfurl some of his pent up frustration over the last few weeks had built up to a boiling point.
The Pit was as good a place as any to sort it out. Right?
So why then does he feel unease at the sound of her call. The battle that had broken out within the Mire had been so sudden and frenzied, it hadn't even dawned on Prometheus that @Asteria might have been there. There's no reason to make such a connection even now; what troubles him now is something else. The blunt stark difference between that laughing girl in the snow on the mountain to... this.
Even though he has yet to enter the pit, his blue eyes shrouded in shadow pluck every strain of muscle coiled beneath her small build. The tension along her glossy raven fur and the sharp determined look in her amazonian eyes made his chest tighten.
One does not look for trouble when they are doing well.
So perhaps he is thankful no one else has answered her call, allowing him to set a boundary before any escalation. Heavy limbs carrying the iron behemoth closer; he bites his tongue from asking. There is no light banter or tease to invite her even mockingly. Instead his head drops a measure to align with his chest, legs carefully bending before he gives a quiet solemn nod.
Come on then.
Prometheus v. @Asteria
0/3 for DOMINANCE
The Pit was as good a place as any to sort it out. Right?
So why then does he feel unease at the sound of her call. The battle that had broken out within the Mire had been so sudden and frenzied, it hadn't even dawned on Prometheus that @Asteria might have been there. There's no reason to make such a connection even now; what troubles him now is something else. The blunt stark difference between that laughing girl in the snow on the mountain to... this.
Even though he has yet to enter the pit, his blue eyes shrouded in shadow pluck every strain of muscle coiled beneath her small build. The tension along her glossy raven fur and the sharp determined look in her amazonian eyes made his chest tighten.
One does not look for trouble when they are doing well.
So perhaps he is thankful no one else has answered her call, allowing him to set a boundary before any escalation. Heavy limbs carrying the iron behemoth closer; he bites his tongue from asking. There is no light banter or tease to invite her even mockingly. Instead his head drops a measure to align with his chest, legs carefully bending before he gives a quiet solemn nod.
Come on then.
Prometheus v. @Asteria
0/3 for DOMINANCE
06-05-2022, 07:10 PM
there were hundreds of lions in amaryllis -- she would have welcomed any one of them. large or small, grown or not -- in fact, the bigger the better, right now. but when prometheus picks his way down to stand before her she is momentarily taken aback, for all of a few seconds. the hesitation is not one she could easily explain, for it had no place here. it did not belong here of all places. so, with what could only be considered a battle cry, she shook off the brief hesitation and lunged forward. he was directly in front of her and so she approached from head on, knowing she would need to use her speed if she were to have any hope of felling him and his larger size. at the last moment she attempts to feign right before shifting her position just slightly to her left and dropping her right shoulder as she slides to a halt. using her momentum she attempts to drive the point of aforementioned shoulder in to the meat of his own right one, looking to bruise and thus hinder him before the fight has even begun. it is clear, perhaps, that the laughing girl of the mountain has been replaced with a vastly different beast, and that she looks for something from this fight. wanting, no needing, to feel something other than the heavy grief and fiery anger that had been tormenting her. simultaneously she opens her mouth and aims to sink her teeth in to the right side of his face, specifically his cheek -- attempting a much bloodier kiss than he might have preferred. 1/3 for Dominance Hits: Rolling 4d20: 19 + 17 + 11 + 9 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 4 + 9 + 16 + 12 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 2 + 18 + 6 + 8 + 10 |
06-21-2022, 09:28 PM
there's a dozen questions rolling about in his thick skull; but none will have answers in that moment. He does not know if he should be startled at the feorcious pace she takes off - toward him - no words exchanged, no explaination and Rome knows then, that something is deeply wrong. Who hurt you is what the Frei really wants to demand but instead, quick as ever the amazonian is upon him. Agile and quick, the beast casts off his thoughts as if they were heavy shackles and focuses on the now.
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But part of him doesn't want to. And it is that which perhaps slows him moreso than his current wound when she feigns successfully. Like prickles of fire, pain blooms along his neck as his body tries to shift to his left to avoid contact, but her shoulder drives into his leg and for a little thing - she's sharp as ever.
His teeth grit in response from the jab of bone on muscle, there's no doubt going to be bruising after that. He's forced to put more weight on his back legs when her teeth hook into his face; schiesse woman! And as soon as her fangs pierce the flesh on his cheek, his chest rumbles loud and deep in a growl, yet still his claws do not give rise.
Rather he jerks his head more to the left, causing her teeth to slice through his cheek while his large right paw swipes out in an attempt to swat at her face roughly.
Leaning onto his hind legs and swiping out similarly with his left paw in an attempt to shove at her left shoulder. His own jaws parting with a snarl to snap at the air in warning rather than directly seek to harm her.
@Prometheus vs. @Asteria
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:
Dodges:
Luck:
** using wounded stats at time of thread
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But part of him doesn't want to. And it is that which perhaps slows him moreso than his current wound when she feigns successfully. Like prickles of fire, pain blooms along his neck as his body tries to shift to his left to avoid contact, but her shoulder drives into his leg and for a little thing - she's sharp as ever.
His teeth grit in response from the jab of bone on muscle, there's no doubt going to be bruising after that. He's forced to put more weight on his back legs when her teeth hook into his face; schiesse woman! And as soon as her fangs pierce the flesh on his cheek, his chest rumbles loud and deep in a growl, yet still his claws do not give rise.
Rather he jerks his head more to the left, causing her teeth to slice through his cheek while his large right paw swipes out in an attempt to swat at her face roughly.
Leaning onto his hind legs and swiping out similarly with his left paw in an attempt to shove at her left shoulder. His own jaws parting with a snarl to snap at the air in warning rather than directly seek to harm her.
@Prometheus vs. @Asteria
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:
Rolling 4d20: 4 + 8 + 12 + 13
Dodges:
Rolling 2d20: 1 + 8
Luck:
Rolling 5d20: 3 + 19 + 11 + 14 + 2
** using wounded stats at time of thread
06-21-2022, 09:44 PM
it's too easy. the boy barely shifts away from her attack and she feels it land on the meaty flesh of his leg, the impact jarring her a little in return. enough that she would be sore tomorrow, but not enough to stop her. not enough to settle the raging sea inside of her, not enough to break the red wave of fury. not yet. instead her teeth taste his flesh, his blood, and she is as mad as ever. distracted by a different kind of heat (one of violence and not pleasure) and thus his paw lands heavy on the side of her face. she snarls as she is forced away from her target, feeling the bruising that settles deep in to her cheek. rearing up he strikes towards her shoulder, a shove more than anything, and she knows there are no claws. she knows, then, that he holds himself back, and it enrages her. "fight me you coward," and she is cruel and harsh and damaged, lashing out with her right paw, aiming her claws for his left shoulder. asteria would not try to maim the boy, but it was clear she was not playing, now. her teeth snap uselessly in the air, a threat more than anything, as her left paw rises to join the right, grappling in mid air, both of them standing only on two legs for at least a moment. her left claws seek his right shoulder, mirroring her right, and she growls loudly as they clash. whatever it would take to make him rise to the challenge. 2/3 for Dominance Hits: Rolling 4d20: 20 + 1 + 13 + 7 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 3 + 12 + 11 + 10 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 3 + 5 + 19 + 15 + 8 |
08-07-2022, 08:24 PM
The fire in her is wild and callous; relentless the flames lap forth and devour everything in their path; but what's a little fire to a Frei? "fight me you coward," and although his wound still bleeds and sends waves of pain along his neck, Rome cannot; will not rise to her bait and tantrum. Instead his powerful jaws remain shut, clenched as he snarls in defiance to her wrath. Is this what you really want?
Go on then.
And while there is no resistance as her paws grapple either of his shoulders, tearing into the flesh, he does not idle. Instead heaving his hind legs hard against the ground to try and use her own purchase on him to his advantage. Attempting to outright tackle her back onto the ground with his forepaws dropping, while he tries to wrap around the Amazonian's stomach; eager to try and pin the smaller lioness beneath him even as he feels her claws cut and dig into the meaty flesh of his shoulders, the taste of his own iron blood sending a ripple down the beasts spine.
@Prometheus vs. @Asteria
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:
Dodges:
Luck:
Go on then.
And while there is no resistance as her paws grapple either of his shoulders, tearing into the flesh, he does not idle. Instead heaving his hind legs hard against the ground to try and use her own purchase on him to his advantage. Attempting to outright tackle her back onto the ground with his forepaws dropping, while he tries to wrap around the Amazonian's stomach; eager to try and pin the smaller lioness beneath him even as he feels her claws cut and dig into the meaty flesh of his shoulders, the taste of his own iron blood sending a ripple down the beasts spine.
@Prometheus vs. @Asteria
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:
Rolling 4d20: 19 + 4 + 16 + 9
Dodges:
Rolling 2d20: 1 + 14
Luck:
Rolling 5d20: 6 + 14 + 8 + 18 + 2
become the storm you are hiding from Her teeth snap once more, attempting to find purchase anywhere that they can as she feels her balance teeter and knows that she cannot hold her ground. Knows that, as he shoves, she will fall, and she scrambles uselessly for some kind of purchase on the earth. The ground is hard and the flash of her teeth and claws will not be enough to keep her upright. Instead she falls hard beneath him, dirt and stone meeting black flesh with a harsh exhalation of air. Knocking the wind from her lungs she struggles to breath, and for a second she is not on the ground of the pit. It is the cold she remembers. The way it sucked the air from her lungs and made her entire body seize. The cold and the weight of the water as she sunk in to the icy depths, the crush of it against her tiny black body. The fight, the struggle, the desperation for air. A resistance to death's lurking hand, denying him the thing he had come for. Water that tossed her like a ragdoll, rolling her over and over so that she could not find the surface, she could not find -- Air. Asteria sucked in an abrupt lungful, the burning replaced by a sharper ache, and in a swift second all the fight goes out of her. In the blink of an eye she is reduced to the lost girl she had been when she threw herself in to the ocean, desperate for the love of a mother. -- Asteria is forfeiting the fight -- |
08-08-2022, 09:22 PM
Something was wrong beyond this ferocious, unbridled display - deeper than Prometheus could delve. But it wouldn't stop him from trying. Even as her teeth slice along his lower jaw, grunting as he manages to force her back and they go crashing to the ground. There isn't enough time to relinquish his grip enough to steady them before impact and the contact is more than unkind.
Scheisse.
It takes him a moment to pull back his paws, prepared to push again and hold her still for sound and reason when sudden dread sinks in. She struggles against him; but there's a desperation to it and immediately Prometheus lurches to his feet above the Amazonian. "Liebling bitte -" He hoarsely rumbles at first before the sight of blood on her blackened fur stirs something else. It's his, but in that moment of dread it's not something his mind is able to connect the dots with. "Asteria, Asteria I'm sorry- I. Fuck Liebling,-" Rome growls, making sure none of his weight is crushing against her his head drops toward her own in an attempt to brush against the side of her neck.
Everything in the brute stills, like a sentinel above her; unmoving in a different sort of cage - protective and concerned.
@Asteria
Scheisse.
It takes him a moment to pull back his paws, prepared to push again and hold her still for sound and reason when sudden dread sinks in. She struggles against him; but there's a desperation to it and immediately Prometheus lurches to his feet above the Amazonian. "Liebling bitte -" He hoarsely rumbles at first before the sight of blood on her blackened fur stirs something else. It's his, but in that moment of dread it's not something his mind is able to connect the dots with. "Asteria, Asteria I'm sorry- I. Fuck Liebling,-" Rome growls, making sure none of his weight is crushing against her his head drops toward her own in an attempt to brush against the side of her neck.
Everything in the brute stills, like a sentinel above her; unmoving in a different sort of cage - protective and concerned.
@Asteria
08-09-2022, 02:19 PM
become the storm you are hiding from Her gaze moves from his face to the wounds she had written in to his flesh and she flinched. What the fuck was wrong with her? Wide-eyed she looked back to his face before it dropped to her neck, and instinct guided her as she returns his touch with surprising affection. It was easy, so she tried not to think about the why. “you’re hurt,” she murmured finally, nudging him in an insistent way, trying to encourage him to let her up. Suddenly there is a brief flash of anger — “why didn’t you fight back? Why did you let me hurt you?” — as she grapples with the guilt of what she had done. @Prometheus |
08-10-2022, 01:35 PM
He stares for what feels like a millenia; consumed and given to reckless abandon for devouring into the calm bright fires of her fuschia eyes. Confusion knit upon the grey beasts brow with how quiet and distant she was suddenly; say something, anything.
Though nothing would come, the syllables wouldn't form even when she flinched. But rather than shove at him away, her fur brushes against his own and Rome stills even more - feeling the heat crawl under the surface of his skin from @Asteria's touch before he relinquishes his guard and steps back. "I'm fine.." Rome murmurs in low assurance while he takes another step back, though the ache and pain in either shoulder as they still bled might have said otherwise; they would be fleeting in a few weeks. The pain in his neck however...
He winces and eases onto his haunches when the lioness snaps at him for answers. Because I could never- "What happened?" Prometheus counters instead; ignoring the question for one of his own.
Though nothing would come, the syllables wouldn't form even when she flinched. But rather than shove at him away, her fur brushes against his own and Rome stills even more - feeling the heat crawl under the surface of his skin from @Asteria's touch before he relinquishes his guard and steps back. "I'm fine.." Rome murmurs in low assurance while he takes another step back, though the ache and pain in either shoulder as they still bled might have said otherwise; they would be fleeting in a few weeks. The pain in his neck however...
He winces and eases onto his haunches when the lioness snaps at him for answers. Because I could never- "What happened?" Prometheus counters instead; ignoring the question for one of his own.