_{*** Pride Status vague with ongoing passage thread}

It wasn't unusual for the Dire to wander; but in this instance, the decision to go this far had been involuntary. Merely seeking a moment alone; Thrive and Defiance were so strong... and she, she didn't want them to see her cry again. Of course once the Princess had regained her countenance after a mewling fest alone the child realized her mistake. She didn't know her way back to the other two and that in itself sparked fear in the girl. Stop it, stop it! Be brave. Be Brave. Mommy said be brave. Of course the thought hadn't really yielded itself free until after she'd already begun to scramble and run through the thick foreign undergrowth of this place. It wasn't until the trees began to slowly dwindle did her mismatched gaze finally take in the world around her. The vision of smoke among the many scorched trunks and debris with remnants of snow and muck made the place look.. well grim. @Hagen

Hagen spent many months within the confines of the borders of the mire as an interestingly dutiful child (bullying his siblings and other pride cubs to be unmentioned). Today the growing boy finds his way outside of the swamp and into an ash covered land after a brief swim. The air smelled of old smoldering wood - a scent that appealed to Hagen's senses. He was content to walk around and observe the forever burned landscape. Though his peace in solitude would be interrupted by @ferocity coming into view. You lost? He asked in a manner to be described as harshly, his growing frame coming to pause some feet away.

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A frown adjourns itself upon the girls complexion, fixing itself almost firmly with her ears set back along her delicate crown. Although she saw no flames, the stench was unmistakable - and a growing ebb and fall of panic wove it's way through her senses. The sudden sound of another's voice nearly sent the bolting right out of her very own fur. Jumping on the spot before her tiny claws pricked at the ground to steady herself. Although they were close in age, the boy was bigger - of course he was just a kid like her... right? "I...I'm just looking around." Ferocity lies, a bit poorly; not wanting to admit her problem to the other cub as tries to avoid his look. "So you know, you can go." Ferocity adds nonchalantly while still setting her mismatched gaze on anywhere but him. @Hagen

His brow raised at her answer to his question. It was pretty clear on his face that he didn't really believe her, but let it go. If she wanted to stay lost, that was her problem, not his! Though her next statement made him wonder at her level of audacity to think she could give him permission to go. Oh no. You don't get to tell me what I can do. He sneered. Hagen took a couple of steps closer, seeking to push her boundaries of personal space to see how far he could eliminate it. Would she fight or flee? Not that he would allow her to leave.

@Ferocity

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Ferocity had considered the short discussion over - so why couldn't he? Of course the Princess hadn't lost her sense of entitlement even with the massacre of her family; Thrive and Defiance wouldn't allow that, so why should she? Of course this boy couldn't have picked a worse time to get all stuck up on her, was he that offended she didn't want to go all damsel in distress and lean on him? Ugh. The sound of his steps coming closer forced her focus to shift from their surroundings and onto @Hagen, it seems this problem wouldn't go away on it's own after all... What would Thrive do? Although her expression was forlorn, her little brow forced itself to arch haughtily. "I just did." So you know... shoo!

Hagen was far from the slick, shiny, and sharp blade he would be destined to be. His months as a cub meant he was rough with more stab than slice. He didn't understand why she was suddenly so irritating to him. His dark ears flattened against his pale skull as his lips lifted in a silent snarl to flash fangs at this girl. The more she attempted to tell him to go, the more he wanted to force her into staying or to drag her back to the swamp for her transgression. In one decisive move, Hagen lifted his paw in an attempt to smack @Ferocity across her cheek with just the bit of claw poking through, wondering if she'd fight back.

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One could argue that Ferocity had seen enough sneering vile teeth aimed her way in such a short span that the girl would be unmoved. Sadly however, that wasn't how it worked.... A prickling sense of caution bristled up the clouded cubs spine when @Hagen flashed his fangs and in response her paws itched to take flight - far and fast. Why then did her legs betray her now and keep her so rooted to the spot? He was just a dumb boy! Only when his paw suddenly rose and smacked her little mug sharply did her stance buckle and the girl plopped backwards on her rear, the scratch from his claws leaving shallow scrapes in their wake, not bleeding, but enough to alarm her. Eyes widening Ferocity's frown deepened. "You.. You-!" She hissed indigently and lurched forward then, her front paws pushing out in an attempt to shove the larger cub away from her. "How dare you!"

He feels the sting against his paw pads from the contact it made with her face. The slight drag of his claws as they scraped her skin beneath her hide. Hagen watched as she landed on her ass. There is a pause he takes where he waits for the world to tip one way or another: does she fight him or run away? The time for the choice to be made felt like forever, but it came. It is made in her choice to shove him. Her paws make contact with his chest and their proximity makes him stumble a step backward on the soot-covered ground.

An audible snarl broke from parted jaws as Hagen sought to rush forward in an attempt to wrap his forelegs around her neck and wrestle her to the ground - to submit!

Hagen v Ferocity
Dominance
R1/3
Hits

Rolling 3d20: 7 + 10 + 14

Dodge

Rolling 1d20: 8

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 4 + 14 + 6 + 18

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It would've been foolish of Ferocity to think a little shove and @Hagen would back off. This wasn't Midneau; and yet part of her still expected it. A quick, okay okay... followed by a swift buggering off. But that wasn't what he did - at all. The second the wheat hued lad lunged; she wish she'd ran. Ferocity was already weathered from her wandering and it didn't take much to for him to knock her against the ground - but that didn't mean she'd take it! With his forepaws wrapped around her shoulders and her back against the earth, her hind legs lift in succession, attempting to kick him in the stomach . Ferocity vs. @Hagen for dominance get away from me! 1 of 3 Hits: Rolling 2d20: 12 + 16 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 18 + 19 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 20 + 14 + 3 + 15 + 9

Hagen growled as her hind feet kicked at the tender flesh of his upper belly. It sounded a little weird as each thud pushed extra air from his lungs. His forelimbs had successfully wrapped around her in order to push her and it kind of took him an extra moment to think about what to do next. The mire boy would decide on attempting to grab the loose flesh of her throat with his jaws and attempting to violently shake her in order to try to disorient this infuriating girl. Maybe if she was dizzy she couldn't kick him anymore!

Hagen v @Ferocity
Dominance
R2/3
Hits

Rolling 3d20: 11 + 17 + 12

Dodge

Rolling 1d20: 1

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 4 + 1 + 14 + 9

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