She was so distracted trying to simply push this newfound bully away long enough to get some room between them that Ferocity hadn't considered the most basic of defenses. As such, his mouth is digging against her neck suddenly and a feral yowl of protest escapes the girl Immediately the pressure ups the panic scale, and Ferocity thinks of her cousin and the vile scars around her throat. No, no no! Hagen begins shaking his head from side to side and she a ragdoll with him. So, like a spider monkey Ferocity's forepaws reach out to try and wrap around Hagens head and hold on for dear life against his shaking, little claws attempting to dig into his skull to hold on tight - all while yowling (albeit muffled and muted from the pressure around her throat) - aaaaah! Ferocity vs. @Hagen for dominance get away from me! 2 of 3 Hits: Rolling 2d20: 5 + 19 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 2 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 2 + 7 + 3 + 1 + 17

It was lucky that he wasn't considering the opportunity to kill her or even maim her for being... however she was. For existing just like this. If he had a heart he might've felt bad for picking on a girl so bad (so it seemed) at defending herself properly. She left her neck wide open for his jaws! He'd never be so stupid. Hagen's shaking made her grab his head, the tips of her claws poking into the thin flesh and being agitated by his movements to wear the shallow marks wider. He'd get dizzy after a minute, instead attempted to pick her up by her throat in a show of dominance and I could totally kill you right now.

Hagen v @Ferocity
Dominance
R3/3

Hits

Rolling 3d20: 13 + 8 + 12

Dodge

Rolling 1d20: 7

Luck

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 2

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She's getting light headed, even with holding onto tight and the pressure against her neck increases. Naturally Ferocity wonders if she could just start kicking the crap out of him again, but when he lifts her up by her neck she knows she doesn't have much room for anything now. Tears swell in her eyes but like earlier, the Dire won't let them shed - instead rasping angrily in her little chest before letting herself go limp in... submission. Her last defiant act even in the face of failure being a slow raise of her right paw to bat at his stupid dumb jerk face. Ferocity vs. @Hagen for dominance get away from me! 3 of 3 Hits: Rolling 2d20: 13 + 17 Dodges: Rolling 2d20: 3 + 13 Luck: Rolling 5d20: 13 + 19 + 10 + 8 + 7

Ah ha! The mire boy finally got her to give up. He felt it in the heavy way she went limp in his jaws. He held on a moment or two longer which was enough for her to pathetically bat at his face with her paw. He huffed, ensuring his breath exhaled across her throat. Without notice, his jaws would open and he unceremoniously dropped her on the ashen ground. Hagen would stand there and look down at her with pale pumpkin orange eyes that blazed with triumph. Think twice before ordering me around, won't you? He rubbed it in, looking at her as if to dare her to try something else.

@Ferocity

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@Hagen VS. @FEROCITY FOR DOMINANCE
— RESULTS —

Hagen Hits: 1+3+2+4 luck = 10
Hagen Dodges: 0+0+0 = 0

Ferocity Hits: 2+1+2+4 luck = 9
Ferocity Dodges: 2+1+1 = 4

Hagen Successful Hits: 6
Ferocity Successful Hits: 9

FEROCITY HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR DOMINANCE!

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Inwardly she groaned, feeling the boys breath against her neck before suddenly he lets go and her dead weight plops against the ground with a soft grunt. Her paws only just catching her somewhat as she was released. Though there was no blood drawn between them, her throat felt tender and only then did she realize her neck was wet from the boys mouth. So naturally although triumphant in his pursuit, Ferocity couldn't in good conscience feed that rotten ego - "Gross, do you always drool this much?" The girl countered as if she hadn't just taken a quick short beating from the older cub. I'm sorry, were you saying something? Instead with her belly on the ground, her head twists and her paw immediately dashes to wipe at her chest and neck. Maybe not the brightest idea, but surely Deffy would've laughed had she been there. @Hagen

Only when blood is a possibility. Hagen hadn’t drawn any and if he had it wasn’t much. The mire cub looked at the girl and was thoughtful for a moment. I think I’ll take you back to Ecrosia. He has beaten her and even though she seemed to just piss him off, she was his in some manner now. He had put his fangs to her throat and allowed her to live. You can walk with me or I can drag you instead. Hagen clicked his jaws together as a clear threat behind his statement. Surely his father would be proud.

@Ferocity

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Her ears pivot backwards in dismay, eyes narrowing "Drop dead." Ferocity rebukes with a swipe of her right paw towards his clicking teeth. If he thought she was walking anywhere with him; he really addled his brain! And as if to make her point, her little jaws part in a hiss. Planting each of her paws firmly against the ground beneath them and digging her claws in for purchase. She doesn't know if she can outrun him; she's tired, lost, sore and now covered in slobber...but she sure as gods weren't about to make it any easier for him! @Hagen