The cold air that pressed against her fur tasted of rock and water, and she wondered if that was just the scent of caves. She walked along, with almost a skip to her step at the enthusiasm she felt. There was a scent of bugs, and she didn’t want to pause and think of that. Bugs in her fur would be scream worthy. When she steps closer to him, she is only hoping that she doesn’t offend him by being in his bubble- and she’s completely oblivious to the potential harms way she puts herself in. As she gets closer to him, the caves open up and then there’s a cavern- but she listens to his words about his grandfather bringing them… “I don’t think I ever met my grandparents.” She said, with a frown. “What… are your sisters names?” She asks, with the intention of keeping an eye out for them. Studying the rocks, her fur prickled with enthusiasm, and she turns to study the male then, in contented silence for a moment. “Are you in a pride?” She asks, sniffing in his direction, she thought maybe she had detected something but perhaps it was just a lingering scent within the cave. And conversation was fun and she could ask questions as long as she was polite about it. @Caelum

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There was a ringing in his ears that began shortly after she touched him, and it only grew louder the more time that passed that she stood close to him. Eventually, it had grown so loud that he couldn't even understand what she had asked him, and a singular thought fronted in his mind: rip her apart.

The ghost of a snarl formed on his face, and she might've not noticed it immediately, entranced by all the new sights and smells of the cave. His icy eyes began to glaze over, and there was a much more predatory yet distant look in his eyes.

She turned and sniffed towards him, but her questions were a verbal blur and there was a blaring red target on her head. He didn't need much more provocation at this point. He lunged at her with a mighty roar, and attempted to wrap his unsheathed claws around her neck, to attempt to drag her down.

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Caelum vs. @Ghyslaine
for Dominance
Round 1 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 6 + 17 + 14 + 18 + 7 + 4 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 9 + 3 + 2

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 18 + 17 + 1 + 4

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Ghyslaine

Icy fear seeped through her body, as if her instincts had a clue as to what was about to happen. She questions his scent and then suddenly he roars at her and lunges for her
- sheer terror had her attempting to side step, so that his claws graze down her shoulders instead of wrap around her neck and then she is on the offensive. She aims to charge forward into him, her jaws splaying open in an attempt to bite into whatever part of him she can access- in an attempt to stand her ground against the male. She may be small but she is fierce!

Ghyslaine vs @Caelum
For Dominance
1/3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 20 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 3 + 18 + 7 + 1 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 16 + 19 + 1 + 17 + 9 + 3

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The scent of fear filled the small cavern like the scent of a lioness' heat. It was intoxicating, it was distracting, and it was rage-fueling. As he lunged for her, Ghyslaine side-stepped him, which only allowed for him to grab for her shoulders - his claws making shallow wounds where he slid down her skin. Eventually, his paws were on the ground again. He gave up trying to grab her rather quickly, but he wouldn't give up trying to hurt her.

She lunged at him - surprising for such a sweet female. She had a fierceness within her that he did not suspect. With jaws parted, she crashed into him, her teeth easily finding the bulging muscle of his shoulder. The pressure from her bite was uncomfortable as was the feeling of her teeth puncturing his flesh - blood trickled from the wound almost immediately and Caelum hissed at the pain. He found himself absently backing away from her bite, though space was limited as his rear touched the cold, moist, and uneven surface of a rock jutting out nearby.

The brute charged her, attempting to shoulder the lioness in the chest area with his injured shoulder, hoping to make her stumble over an unseen rock in the dark.

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Caelum vs. @Ghyslaine
for Dominance
Round 2 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 14 + 19 + 10 + 7 + 8 + 18 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 14 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 8 + 6 + 14 + 18

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Ghyslaine

Pain cuts into her like a whip as his claws tear into her body, and she lets out a growl of discomfort. She isn't sure how this harmless interaction got here... what did she do to upset him? Ask abooout his pride? Gods, if he didn't have one- he could have come to the mire with her! She would have called for Alaric and told him about him. Surely, the king would have welcomed an able male- though perhaps he wouldn't have. She didn't know.

Blood meets her teeth, and she almost gags at the sensation of the thick liquid. As she feels him slightly move away, he seems also suddenly barge forward into her- his shoulder slamming into her chest and knocking the wind out of her-, causing her to stumble and nearly pitch forward onto her head. She feels her head swimming as she tries to catch her breath, her jaws knocked loose from her earlier bite, and she staggers-- fighting to catch herself, before snapping blindly in the dark- aiming to hopefully grab ahold of any part of him, anything to make him back off.

Ghyslaine vs @Caelum
Round 2/3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 9 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 8 + 18 + 1 + 15 + 2 + 3

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 13 + 11 + 4 + 12 + 16 + 3

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He charges into her, and instead of falling backwards like he intended her to, she stumbled and nearly fell on her face. Recovering her footing quickly, though, she lashes out in the dark, landing an unaimed bite at his left flank. Uncomfortable teeth scrape against the thin layer of muscle protecting his ribs, Caelum winces away, twisting and attempting to wrap his jaws around her neck and throw her towards the cave mouth.

Why?

He just wanted her away from his sensitive ribs. He didn't like getting bit there.

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Caelum vs. @Ghyslaine
for Dominance
Round 3 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 17 + 20 + 3 + 11 + 5 + 18 + 12

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 2 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 10 + 20 + 19 + 18 + 12

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She feels her teeth scrape flesh, and though she can't see anything and her head is practically spinning from confusion and her near face-plant, she is satisfied that she somehow has made a some kind of impact. Snarling, she lets out a started yelp as jaws close around her neck, and send her flying. Flailing with her paws, she aims and attempts to maybe catch him somewhere- anywhere with her claws.

Her body thuds against the earth, and the wind is knocked from her lungs, as she lays there for a moment- struggling to her feet- in an attempt to defend herself in any possible way that she can.

Ghyslaine vs @Caelum
For Dominance
3/3
Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 11 + 4

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 14 + 8 + 15 + 2 + 10

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 5 + 10 + 3 + 9 + 19 + 7

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@Caelum VS. @Ghyslaine FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Caelum Hits: 4+4+5+1 luck
Caelum Dodges: 0+3+0

Ghyslaine Hits: 2+2+1+0 luck
Char2 Dodges: 2+2+2

Caelum Successful Hits: 8
Ghyslaine Successful Hits: 2

CAELUM HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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@Ghyslaine lashes out as he grabs hold of her scruff and throws her. In the wake of her claws, there are three, fresh, and bleeding lacerations cut into the side of his left foreleg. In the moment, with adrenaline coursing in his veins, he doesn't feel them... but he will later when the wounds began to swell and crust over.

With Ghyslaine on the ground, struggling to her feet, Caelum closes the distance quickly, attempting once more to grab the scruff of her neck and pull her off of her feet, to attempt to slam her down once more. He hadn't known just what he wanted from her yet. Did he want to take her home as a prisoner to Wolfbron Bluffs? Did he want to take what he wanted here and now? Did he want to kill her instead? Paint the rocky and uneven walls of this cave red and leave her ragged body for the scavengers to feast upon?

"You're mine," he growls, absently. He doesn't even realize he says it.

He couldn't make up his mind, though the brutality and violence was on the forefront of it, and whatever he chose, he wanted to shed some of her blood first... just to sate his raging bloodlust.

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Ghyslaine

She struggles back to her feet, the air knocked out of her once- only to be slammed back into the earth- her vision going dark for a moment. She barely hears his possessive claim, and though it hurts her honor, it cannot hurt more than the physical pain she experiences. She knows she must escape, so she lays there for a moment- catching her breath, gathering herself, as he seems to be deciding what to do with her.

Finally, in an upwards shaky movement, she lunges to her feet, wobbling, lashing out blindly in the dark- hoping to connect with him, before she turns tail and she runs. Not a warrior in this moment, merely a female who knows that she must make every attempt to escape the darkness in that cave- and get home to the inherent safety of the pride.

-exit unless stopped-

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