If one wanted to find the warmonger, they certainly didn’t have to look too hard or far from the Mire’s borders. Still undecided on which path he wanted to take, Ronin had taken refuge within the jungle, close to ‘home’ but far enough away that he didn’t really run into anyone that he didn’t want to run into. That and Nephthys frequented the jungles and she was quickly becoming a good person for the beast to talk to- and fool around with…if he wanted. The jungle canopy offered some respite from the snow, but the irksome flakes still managed to make their way to the forest floor at least in some capacity. The beast would leave a trail through the jungle as he ambled along, steering clear of the place that Nephthys used to call home- at least for tonight. Instead, he simply wandered, troubled by the dream he had had earlier that night. The burning, angry eyes of someone he had never met- yet he somehow knew. Ronin had never been a spiritual creature and thus, he didn’t put too much thought and effort into it. It was, however, enough to make him rise from his slumber and begin walking through the jungle in the middle of the night. It was quiet, birds slumbered, even the deer were hunkered down in their thickets and bed grasses to stay warm. The occasional owl would hoot or screech, warning others of his presence while silently gliding off on silent wings. The warmonger would pause in a clearing, similar to that of his dream and would look around, ears forward and posture tense, alert. He felt…watched. Fur would bristle, though from the feeling of being watched or from the cold- that wasn’t for him to decide, he would remain there, as if waiting for whoever or whatever was watching him to reveal itself. Breath was steady, a gentle puff of cloudlike vapor from his relaxed, slightly parted jaws as he waited patiently. If one looked close enough, one would see some claw marks along his shoulder, though neither super deep or superficial, they did not hinder or bother him. The wound closer to his armpit, tucked next to the thick of his mane was slightly more bothering, but not enough to even cause a limp. He was unharmed from the minor maim match he had participated in only a few days prior. In other words, he was ready for more if anyone had the balls to test him. ”all welcome, please allow @Adalwolf to post first " |
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11-08-2022, 03:13 PM
Ronin
11-11-2022, 05:23 AM
Restless energy coursed through him, pushing him onward through the jungle, back towards the Mire - the home he had made here, though he never considered it such. Despite his lack of belief in gods, the dreams had reached him, too, and it bothered him. He couldn't explain away the voices, save for that they were nothing more than dreams, or the feelings he awoke with after they invaded his sleep. It had felt real, and that bothered him more than anything. There were no higher powers out there.
But telling himself that did not remove the restlessness.
Patrolling the jungle surrounding the Mire had helped a little. Now he trotted back, listening to the sounds of the night creatures as he stalked through the shadows, his black and wheat pelt blending in nicely with the mixed colors around him. The jungle was not as snowy as other places on the island and he almost regretted settling in the Mire at all. He missed the cold.
The screech of an owl caught his attention. It was distant, so he had not disturbed it. That meant something else was in the woods with him. Without a second thought, Adalwolf followed the noise, placing his paws carefully against the ground to remain quiet as he approached. He noticed the foliage part farther ahead and he slowed, slinking along the shadows until he could see within the clearing that opened up within the jungle trees.
It was the white streak on the man's face that jogged Adalwolf's memory. His wife's description had been detailed enough, and that mark alone was enough identification for the Rike jarl's blood to begin to boil in his veins. He had yet to teach this man a lesson for touching something that belonged to him.
Adalwolf exploded from the undergrowth with a roar, starting the nocturnal creatures that hadn't yet fled the presence of the two lions in the vicinity. It only took a couple of long strides to reach the man, whom he was facing head-on. He flung himself, front legs wide, at the man. He hoped to wrap his legs around the man's neck and find purchase in the skin beneath his mane. At the same time, he hoped that his tackle might knock the man off balance a little and give him an advantage. His mouth was open wide, his teeth attempting to seek out the flesh of the man's face or neck as he attempted to collide with the one who had damaged his wife.
Adalwolf vs. @Ronin
Minor Maim - TBD
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:
Dodges:
Luck:
But telling himself that did not remove the restlessness.
Patrolling the jungle surrounding the Mire had helped a little. Now he trotted back, listening to the sounds of the night creatures as he stalked through the shadows, his black and wheat pelt blending in nicely with the mixed colors around him. The jungle was not as snowy as other places on the island and he almost regretted settling in the Mire at all. He missed the cold.
The screech of an owl caught his attention. It was distant, so he had not disturbed it. That meant something else was in the woods with him. Without a second thought, Adalwolf followed the noise, placing his paws carefully against the ground to remain quiet as he approached. He noticed the foliage part farther ahead and he slowed, slinking along the shadows until he could see within the clearing that opened up within the jungle trees.
It was the white streak on the man's face that jogged Adalwolf's memory. His wife's description had been detailed enough, and that mark alone was enough identification for the Rike jarl's blood to begin to boil in his veins. He had yet to teach this man a lesson for touching something that belonged to him.
Adalwolf exploded from the undergrowth with a roar, starting the nocturnal creatures that hadn't yet fled the presence of the two lions in the vicinity. It only took a couple of long strides to reach the man, whom he was facing head-on. He flung himself, front legs wide, at the man. He hoped to wrap his legs around the man's neck and find purchase in the skin beneath his mane. At the same time, he hoped that his tackle might knock the man off balance a little and give him an advantage. His mouth was open wide, his teeth attempting to seek out the flesh of the man's face or neck as he attempted to collide with the one who had damaged his wife.
Minor Maim - TBD
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:
Rolling 6d20: 14 + 7 + 16 + 19 + 9 + 20
Dodges:
Rolling 3d20: 2 + 11 + 5
Luck:
Rolling 5d20: 10 + 14 + 19 + 16 + 17
so the question i ask is
where the fuck is your god now?
11-11-2022, 10:47 PM
Ronin
The silence was heavy, but the beast that stood in the center of the clearing seemed perfectly at ease…if anything he would seem excited by it. The calm before the storm, it was electrifying for the warmonger. Ronin would wait, muscles lightly coiled for immediate movement, the soft hum in his flesh told him that he was ready for whatever was lurking in the shadows, whatever it was that was coming for him. So, he would wait. Then there was an explosion of motion rushing toward him from the bushes ahead. Eyes snapped to the movement, muscles instinctively releasing the tension to send him forward and upward. The collision would no doubt be painful for both, but he would take the brunt of it, causing the breath to be stolen from his lungs. Claws would wrap around powerful shoulders and into the back of his mane, but it was the jaws that he worried about. They snapped for his face and neck and Ronin instinctively tucked his skull, lips pulling back in a snarl as teeth sank into the top of his skull- right between the ears. Paws came up within the embrace attempting to dig into the side of his adversaries face. Simultaneously, Ronin would shift his weight to his left, his weight pressing forward in an attempt to stagger the beast, to knock him off balance and back to all fours. The distinct scent of the lioness that he had fought the other day did not escape his notice, nor did the scent of the Mire. The warmonger was beginning to wonder if he had been branded an enemy somehow to be attacked twice now by a pride he thought was on friendly terms with him. In reality it was all a big misunderstanding, but he didn’t know and in the moment he didn’t care. He welcomed the fight, he welcomed the physical pain, it would serve as another distraction. Hopefully he could fight better than the lioness had. Ronin vs. @Adalwolf Minor Maim (tbd) Round 1/4 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 14 + 18 + 17 + 19 + 3 + 11 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 3 + 20 + 19 + 18 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 18 + 7 + 12 + 16 + 8 ”Hi " |
11-16-2022, 09:50 PM
Ronin brother what have you gotten yourself into? His voice was a beacon to Deirdre, her form taking to flight and racing through thick undergrowth along the most direct path. The jungle around her claws and grabbed at her flesh and pelt, snatching some as she ran. But little could stop or slow her. Not while the symphony played, especially not when she got close enough to start to smell blood.
In nearby foliage she could approach, stopping just short of emerging into sight and settling below the dark leaves into shadow. Deirdre held the earth below so tightly that she could feel rocks and debris pressing into the pads of her paw. The muscles along the entire length of her forelimb were taught and tense, focus glued upon the lions entangled with one another. Get'em. Deirdre mumbles to herself, her breath hot upon her lips and just the littlest hitch to the pacing of each stroke of her lungs. It was exciting to see her brother fight, the aroma of blood in the air like sweet wine. Especially when coupled with the intensity of a true fight, one where it seemed like the lions were truly playing for keeps here. Hoping all the while for Ronin to come out on top of course, to claim whatever prize he sought here from this... whoever this was.
In nearby foliage she could approach, stopping just short of emerging into sight and settling below the dark leaves into shadow. Deirdre held the earth below so tightly that she could feel rocks and debris pressing into the pads of her paw. The muscles along the entire length of her forelimb were taught and tense, focus glued upon the lions entangled with one another. Get'em. Deirdre mumbles to herself, her breath hot upon her lips and just the littlest hitch to the pacing of each stroke of her lungs. It was exciting to see her brother fight, the aroma of blood in the air like sweet wine. Especially when coupled with the intensity of a true fight, one where it seemed like the lions were truly playing for keeps here. Hoping all the while for Ronin to come out on top of course, to claim whatever prize he sought here from this... whoever this was.
11-18-2022, 05:15 AM
The two mighty beasts slammed into each other, flesh against flesh, with a dull thud. Adalwolf had the slightest advantage in that he'd had time to gain momentum, so the brunt of the impact fell to his opponent. Still, there would be bruising where he had come into contact with the other. In the heat of the moment Adalwolf felt the ache but there was no tenderness to go with it. As they collided Adalwolf could hear the breath leave the other man's lungs in a rush of air. His legs wrapped around the man's shoulders, hooking into the back of the mane, while his teeth hit something significantly more solid than initially intended. Anticipating the attack, the man curled his head inwards and Adalwolf's teeth hit a solid wall of bone at the top of the man's head. With so little flesh there, he was quick to withdraw his fangs.
The other man raised his own legs, his paws reaching for Adalwolf's face, and the Rike Jarl was unable to stop the claws from scraping against his cheek, drawing bloody furrows where the claws raked through his fur. At the same time his enemy shifted his weight to the left and pushed forward, trying to force him down and off balance. With a growl Adalwolf released the back of the man's neck and pushed away, his balance only slightly off as all four paws landed on the ground.
His paws had barely touched the ground when he lifted the right one and swung at the left side of the man's face, attempting to hit the man on the cheek and force his head away, his claws extended in the hopes that he might also repay the damage done to his own face.
Adalwolf vs. @Ronin
Minor Maim - TBD
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:
Dodges:
Luck:
The other man raised his own legs, his paws reaching for Adalwolf's face, and the Rike Jarl was unable to stop the claws from scraping against his cheek, drawing bloody furrows where the claws raked through his fur. At the same time his enemy shifted his weight to the left and pushed forward, trying to force him down and off balance. With a growl Adalwolf released the back of the man's neck and pushed away, his balance only slightly off as all four paws landed on the ground.
His paws had barely touched the ground when he lifted the right one and swung at the left side of the man's face, attempting to hit the man on the cheek and force his head away, his claws extended in the hopes that he might also repay the damage done to his own face.
Minor Maim - TBD
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:
Rolling 6d20: 18 + 7 + 5 + 4 + 1 + 14
Dodges:
Rolling 3d20: 14 + 1 + 6
Luck:
Rolling 5d20: 20 + 2 + 16 + 7 + 3
so the question i ask is
where the fuck is your god now?
11-18-2022, 11:00 AM
What was all this, now? Nephthys hadn't anticipated stumbling across a brawl, but when the scent of Ronin had drifted in her direction mingled with blood, her interest was piqued. A self proclaimed warmonger, Ronin could certainly handle his own. She wasn't exactly concerned about him, but she did need to know why someone from the mire was involved -- someone that wasn't Alaric coming to fight for the honor of his new bride. The lioness had no clue what was going on but appreciated an honest fight, so she slipped into the group and settled onto her haunches to spectate.
11-18-2022, 04:59 PM
Commotion and the scent of both the familiar and unfamiliar draw the warrior toward the sounds of fighting. It is nothing unusual, save that it occurred so close to Ecrosian territory. But the particular scents involved were a curious mix and brought with it more questions than the lioness would usually seek answer to.
There were bystanders but only the red lioness was familiar to the cold and searching sapphire stare of the Scottish queen as she sloped casually toward the group.
Deft paws stepped around the wide trunk of an old tree but stopped midway to lean her shoulder pensively against the gnarled bark as her ears and eyes cupped forward toward the combatants.
@Ronin and @Adalwolf.
It was an odd pairing, particularly given the seriousness with which the men tore at eachother. Lips pursed; curiosity dogged her thoughts as much as concern. Though even as her heart stuttered at the sight of him, she does not fear for Ronin. He was a man of war after all, and she has seen him fight many times before. But as the dark tip of her tail rubbed against the tree, she cannot help but wish him the victory, even over her own pridemate.
There were bystanders but only the red lioness was familiar to the cold and searching sapphire stare of the Scottish queen as she sloped casually toward the group.
Deft paws stepped around the wide trunk of an old tree but stopped midway to lean her shoulder pensively against the gnarled bark as her ears and eyes cupped forward toward the combatants.
@Ronin and @Adalwolf.
It was an odd pairing, particularly given the seriousness with which the men tore at eachother. Lips pursed; curiosity dogged her thoughts as much as concern. Though even as her heart stuttered at the sight of him, she does not fear for Ronin. He was a man of war after all, and she has seen him fight many times before. But as the dark tip of her tail rubbed against the tree, she cannot help but wish him the victory, even over her own pridemate.
11-18-2022, 09:41 PM
Ronin
The pain of impact was lost on the warmonger, it would certainly hurt later but in the moment it was ignored easily. His lungs would hate him later as much as his chest, he had grown soft in his time away, not needing to fight nearly as often and now it hindered him a tad. Soft flesh bruised and hurt more easily that hard and expectant muscle. He felt the tug at the back of his mane as claws dug in, but hot blood and the sting of pain did not cause the darkened beast to flinch or shy from the fray, if anything it spurred him on. Pain would explode at the crown of his skull as teeth sank in- briefly- but his opponent was quick to retreat with his fangs, probably hoping for a better opportunity. His own claws would grow hot with blood as he scratched down the cheek of his adversary, a fleeting sense of satisfaction bubbling within him, this cur would forever be marked and would remember him- even if it wasn’t a deep scar, it would remain between tufts of fur. It was not enough, Ronin wanted more. A growl rumbled between them as he pushed forward and to the side, forcing the Jarl to let go of his neck and push away from him altogether. There would be a moment where he could have paused to take a breath and regather his bearings but Ronin did not do this. The moment His shoulders were free and Adalwolf took a step back, Ronin was pressing forward, there would be no breaks in this battle. Both fighters would barely touch the ground before surging forward again, this time a paw would swipe at his own face. . The paw would connect, raking into the side of his face underneath his eye and down his cheek. The force would cause his head to turn to the right, most would have fought the momentum but Ronin went with it, turning his body slightly so that his forward motion would be slightly off center. The warmonger would attempt to ram his shoulder into Adalwolf’s chest/throat region. He would not put his entire weight into the motion, however, just in case he tried to move out of the way Ronin wouldn’t go tumbling, he would merely veer off to the side and stagger a step or two. He was focused on the battle, he didn’t even notice the growing crowd of spectators, but even if he had, his attacks would not change nor would he try to show off for him. If anything, the sight of Slaine would just fuel his anger in this fight even more. It was probably best that he didn’t see or notice them. Ronin vs. @Adalwolf Minor Maim (tbd) Round 2/4 Hits: Rolling 6d20: 17 + 12 + 20 + 11 + 14 + 2 Dodges: Rolling 4d20: 2 + 17 + 1 + 14 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 9 + 5 + 13 + 16 + 11 ”Hi " |
11-21-2022, 12:19 AM
The growing crowd barely registered in his mind though he caught sight of the Mire sovereign's blue fur among those as he moved. He remembered that Astarte had called this man Slaine's ex-husband and he wondered how much merit there was to that statement and what it meant in how she might deal with him afterward. It seemed that his new wife was going to continue to get him into trouble with the different characters of the Mire. She'd already strained things between himself and Alaric. Now he may be making enemies with the queen. He needed to rein in his wife. Sooner rather than later.
His claws dug into the soft flesh of the man's face, tearing skin and forcing his head to the right. At the same time, the man surged forward, turning into the movement of his head and shifting him off-center from Adalwolf. His shoulder rammed into Adalwolf's chest, knocking the wind from him in a similar fashion to what the impact had done to Ronin near the start of the fight. He staggered backward a single step, a bruise blooming beneath the man's powerful shoulder. The only thing that stopped him from staggering backward even farther was the slight lack of power behind the blow. It had been collected, no doubt to make sure the man didn't also go stumbling forward and put himself at risk.
Collecting himself quickly, Adalwolf's head lunged for the man's shoulder, jaws agape. He aimed to either bite deep into the shoulder muscle or slightly above, nearer the man's back. At the same time he lifted his left paw, claws extended, and reached towards the man's ankles, attempting to snag one with his claws and yank the limb out from underneath his opponent.
Adalwolf vs. @Ronin
Minor Maim - TBD
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:
Dodges:
Luck:
His claws dug into the soft flesh of the man's face, tearing skin and forcing his head to the right. At the same time, the man surged forward, turning into the movement of his head and shifting him off-center from Adalwolf. His shoulder rammed into Adalwolf's chest, knocking the wind from him in a similar fashion to what the impact had done to Ronin near the start of the fight. He staggered backward a single step, a bruise blooming beneath the man's powerful shoulder. The only thing that stopped him from staggering backward even farther was the slight lack of power behind the blow. It had been collected, no doubt to make sure the man didn't also go stumbling forward and put himself at risk.
Collecting himself quickly, Adalwolf's head lunged for the man's shoulder, jaws agape. He aimed to either bite deep into the shoulder muscle or slightly above, nearer the man's back. At the same time he lifted his left paw, claws extended, and reached towards the man's ankles, attempting to snag one with his claws and yank the limb out from underneath his opponent.
Minor Maim - TBD
Round 1 2 3 4
Hits:
Rolling 6d20: 11 + 2 + 17 + 1 + 7 + 18
Dodges:
Rolling 3d20: 3 + 18 + 1
Luck:
Rolling 5d20: 15 + 9 + 3 + 19 + 17
11-21-2022, 12:47 AM
She wants war when she heard growls and battle sounds nearby. That immediately send her back to the war that once threatened her home. Worrying of a possible new one she rushed towards the place, not caring if she was risking her life. She would always do that for those she loved. But as she arrived what she saw send her pain and worry. Her father, he was fighting against another. Ears pinned as eyes of cyan lurked around, finding her mother there. "Dad.." She said not caring if others heard her, she was just concerned about rhe outcome. Slowly she made her way to her mother's side, quiet. Wondering what might happen next. There wasn't any wishes to do any songs not paintings, this was serious and she only did those whenever she knew it was needed. Right now ir wasn't.
@Sláine @Ronin @Adalwolf |