she-wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

There was little else that delighted Avaneira more than the crisp early morning of the encroaching winter season. Amaryllis was deeply settled into autumn, and even the coast had turned from a temperate paradise into a blistery, cloudy shoreline. Though it was not like the snow-laden forests of her youth, whose pines were ancient and quaking, Ava had grown to love the sea. There was something pleasant about the ceaseless white noise of waves crashing against her shore, the endlessness of her horizon and the glittering golden light that illuminated the cliffsides during each sunset.

As the sun began to rise above the distant peaks of the mountains nearby, Avaneira made her way to the Pit, still half-shrouded in the shadow of early morning. Prowling deep into its clutches, she awaited to see if any other early risers who'd face her in a friendly brawl.

_{+5 Sneak start a fight/spar}


The hollows were far too still—stagnating, smothering.

Their oblique hallways and twists weren’t of his usual appeal. The company therein however, they were worth the droll tidiness, the glib monotony. But he was eager for more, hungered for things beyond warm beds and pretty faces. He’d many predilections, all of which were known to make the blood race, acts of great passion and throttles of the heart. He’d descended from his new steading in search of such fetes. And there—washed in the pale gold of an autumn morn, she revealed herself.

His lean body sleuthed against the shadows, merging with the faint sway of the breeze to his face and the gloom of their shadows.

He approached, slow and steady—quiet, and in need of excitement. The scent of day old blood, and the lingering musk of adrenaline spoke to him the needs of this arena, and he with her help with feed it further.

He launched himself, the weight of his haunches tightened and then flexed into a running leap. He’d no intention to tackle, but to straddle—this was to startle, to catch her unaware. His right foreleg extended so claws might find the right side of her rear, to hook his claws at her flank like one might a doe being chased.

she-wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

She smelled the Hollow and felt the white-hot sting of his claws on her hips before she realized he had emerged from the shadows in surprise. Far unlike the opponents of old who'd met her here loudly and intentionally, @Baphomè slunk in the shadows like a snake, coiling and coiling until Avaneira was breathless. She could not recapture her breath in time for her to quickly twist around, her hips still firmly in his claws, curving only just enough to her own right to try and thrust her own right foreleg out. Claws extended, she attempted to rake them down the arm that reached out to claw her hip, hoping it would be enough to startle or shove him away and give her that breadth of a moment to recoup.

He had caught her by surprise, but such was almost welcome; Avaneira's true skills had gone uncontested for so long, and no doubt were her enemies ones who lurked in the shadows, just as he.

Avaneira vs Baphomè
for dominance
i of iii

Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 20 + 7 + 10 + 9

Dodges:

Rolling 6d20: 15 + 16 + 17 + 19 + 2 + 4

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 19 + 8 + 16 + 2

The thrill of the dance came with the sweet liquor of adrenaline. His senses tickled bright by the throes of violence. She was liquid heat—twisting and seething, she reaches for him. Ivory connected to flesh, hooked into the meat of the front of his forelimb. The drag teetered his balance, forcing him to rely on her hips for balance as he pitched forward. @Avaneira aimed to startle, and that he did. The full weight of him leaned onto his forelimbs, as his back legs skittered nearer to her center of balance. With his weight looming into her, he lurched forward with his neck, craning so to snatch his open teeth on her left flank.

Avaneira vs Baphome
Challenge Type
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 18 + 19 + 15 + 10 + 3 + 17 + 2

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 11 + 16 + 12

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 9 + 5 + 18 + 12