Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur

his heart thuds in his chest, alive with wrath. it's more than violence here, it's survival of the fittest; a battle between two large males bristling in their prime. in the back of harou's mind, he would be feeling reckless and on edge, a delicious sensation that weave with his need to feel pain; his need to feel this level of damnation. if he is so cursed, he will hope to meet scorpius on the other side.

by now, his wounds would have soaked through his thick, merle fur; the blood saturating into his skin as red rivulets would weave down his neck. the bite marks would swell with blood, the pain intense, but it's pure adrenaline that keeps him going. scorpius is a formidable foe, and harou will not back down from this.

thus, harou would manage to bring his wounded paw back down to the ground, but more crimson would slide down his wrist, hitting the floor in a rhythmic pitter-patter. the wolf's jaws snaps for those swarthy facial featurse of his opponent, but scorpius would attack forward, too, temporarily grabbing harou by the lower jaw.

it's a white-hot jolt of pain that the merle titan feels as he leans into the other's savage bite, his lower jaw now bearing garish lacerations. harou would attempt to close his jaws around scorpius' snout, attempting to smash his upper fangs down upon the flesh there, but he would not try to hold this attack for long - harou would try to swerve away, eventually, attempting to pull his head back from the other's man reach because the pain is simply too much.

calculating his next move, the winter titan would lift his other paw, attempting to slam his claws into scorpius' face. his talons would splay outward, aiming to claw up those facial muscles beneath their glistening, ebony curve.

Harou vs. @Scorpius
for Death
4 of 7

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 14 + 5 + 15 + 7 + 10 + 16 + 13 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 6 + 18 + 2 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 1 + 16 + 14 + 9

ryuu

Scorpius

 

It would have been a death grip, an abrupt end to this fight - to hold the weaker, lower jaw between one’s fangs and snap it ends a life as surely as talons through the jugular. It might have taken longer, it might have taken days or weeks for the true end, but it would happen.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Scorpius’s intends to clamp down on the offered jaw, sacrificing his snout in the process. Harou’s jaw slips into his mouth, tongue and teeth smacking against his own in a painful, brutal way, and that stabbing pain through his skull resonates a moment of horrible, perfect clarity that cuts through the red haze.

What are you doing?

It’s in that moment that Harou manages to slip his jaw free from Scorpius's suddenly slack grip, but not before crushing Scorpius’s snout and ripping skin from his nose. Minor wounds, but they always hurt the most. The one he cannot feel - his bleeding neck, his numb shoulder - are what will concern him later… if he is alive to be concerned.

From the corner of his half-blind eye, he sees movement and reacts accordingly; as the other beast’s paw comes for his face, the Miroslav attempts to lunge toward it, jaws open and grabbing not for the wrist, but the elbow as it lifts. He attempts to lock his jaws around it, letting those oncoming claws rip into the side of his face and neck and mane, and yank backwards - his weight, his strength, all focused on trying to force the other male over, or to stagger. At the same time, his foreleg opposite Harou’s lifts and attempts to smash into the usurper's cheek, and eye.

Scorpius vs @Harou
For Death
IV of VII
Hits:

Rolling 10d20: 19 + 16 + 3 + 10 + 14 + 4 + 13 + 11 + 20 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 1 + 11

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 6 + 13 + 5 + 17 + 16

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur

by now fatigue has begun to set, coupled by the blood loss and his numerous wounds.

harou feels himself weakening, taking hit after hit of the miroslav's attacks. he has barely managed to slip his jaw free of the man's attack - his jawbone nearly snapping in the process - and it would be pure luck that harou would be able to maneuver and escape free of the behemoth's intense grip. a radiant, mind-blowing pain would thus bloom from this, as harou swerves backward, attempting to reposition himself by jerking himself free. his jaw would drip down with lots of blood, their meaty tendons lacerated by the fangs of scorpius', and the dull sensation would continue to stab at his throbbing nerves.

his own teeth would have worked around scorpius' snout, smashing down to their fullest extent and filling his mouth with the other's blood, but harou would release it as soon as he senses his own flesh being severed from bone. as harou lifts his leg to slam his talons into scorpius' face, blood would run down his nails like crimson rivers. it would soak his wrist, his fur, his skin. but scorpius is quick to retaliate, finding harou's elbow and latching on. the pain would electrify, sending a wave of shock through the merle titan, as his opponent's fangs digs into the sensitive tendons. by now harou feels numb with the pain, driven only by the sheer will and absolute brutality.

blood flies from his mouth as a guttural snarl escapes the wolf's throat. harou would stumble forward a little, attempting to keep his balance by using scorpius' frame as leverage; just as scorpius hits him in the face, lacerating his features and forcing blood down his cheek and temple. in response, harou would try and lift both his arms, in an attempt to wrap it around scorpius' neck in a bear hug, hoping this sudden move/tackle would possibly force scorpius to release his elbow. simultaneously, harou would attempt to thrust his jaws forward, his fangs salivating as they aim to grab scorpius anywhere near the neck.

it was all or nothing, life or death.

Harou vs. @Scorpius
for Death
5 of 7

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 4 + 10 + 6 + 16 + 2 + 3 + 19 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 3 + 6 + 7 + 17 + 18

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 14 + 4 + 17 + 18 + 9

ryuu

Dripping from the open mouth, I'll show you
What you look like from the inside

Latching onto the giving flesh of an arm, teeth dig in and Scorpius tastes hot, vibrant blood. Not his own, though his mouth is so full of it that he can hardly tell one from another. Some insane urge to swallow nearly overwhelms him, though whether that is a reaction to nearly choking with a throat so full or instinct to drink, he can’t tell. Either way, he ignores it. He has the grip he wants, the pull he’s earned, and Scorpius feels Harou begin to stumble. He feels the give. The weakness.

Maybe he can win this.

Maybe he’ll live after this, this little taste of revenge.

Harou’s limb wraps around his neck, and Scorpius is forced to bear the weight of another large male. It’s no small thing, even with a bigger frame. He tries to hold on to the leg, despite the claws ripping into his skin, but a hot breath against him and jaws ripping into his mane and neck force him to let go. The leg is abandoned but Scorpius will not bend, he will not break. Instead of ripping backwards like his instincts scream at him to do, he attempts to wrap a foreleg under Harou’s lifted leg and dig his claws into his ribcage, and throw all his weight into attempting to shove the other male sideways and down onto the ground.

Scorpius vs @Harou
For Death
V of VII
Hits:

Rolling 10d20: 2 + 17 + 12 + 6 + 13 + 5 + 15 + 7 + 4 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 2 + 3 + 9

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 13 + 19 + 3 + 16 + 4

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur

their bloodlust continues - pain ebbing - throbbing, igniting across his many, many wounds. blood slips down harou's face, partially blinding him; saturating him in the visercal red. the wolf pants savagely, breathing hungrily against the miroslav; the wrath, oozing from the titan's core as scorpius' blood fills his mouth like wine. it's not enough.

it will never be enough.

harou wants more.

snarling wickedly, harou would once again dig his fangs into the behemoth's neck, his muscular arms surrounding scorpius, now, as he seeks to grapple the larger male and violently shove against him. but it's the thing that harou least expects - the feeling of scorpius letting go of his elbow - and the way his opponent's arm would suddenly thrust forward, under and around him.

he will feel the other's talons piercing his flesh, then, and the forward momentum of scorpius barrelling into him, as sharp claws dig into harou's ribcage, leaving ugly hooked lacerations behind.

harou would seek to hold his position upright as best he as could, but the tension would finally snap, his massive paws scraping against jagged rubble below as the army's wolf relents to the bigger male. harou is not going down alone, however, as he attempts to bring the swarthy male down with him; his toned arms rippling forward to try and further hook around the miroslav's neck, his claws attempting to slice through flesh, just as harou stumbles and falls downward.

whilst falling, harou would attempt to snap at scorpius as they clash, tumble; attempting to thrust his jaws into the side of his opponent's neck and get the other in a violent hold.


Harou vs. @Scorpius
Death
6 of 7

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 2 + 7 + 16 + 6 + 12 + 3 + 20 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 9 + 5 + 13 + 3 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 7 + 1 + 20 + 15 + 3

ryuu

Dripping from the open mouth, I'll show you
What you look like from the inside

For a moment, it’s a battle of strength. Try as the other male might, Scorpius simply has size on his side, and Harou yields under the pressure of the colossal lion forcing him down. There’s no saving his own stability so Scorpius doesn’t try. He falls with Harou, the usurper's claws digging deep into his shoulders, forcing him to remain in place as they tumble.

Harou’s teeth find a piece of Scorpius’s already torn neck, and the Miroslav seeks to return the favour - blood and drool covered fangs attempt to snap into the other male’s throat, and at the same time he simply drops his weight down, trying to pin the lion under him, with his claws trying to dig into his sides - the same way Scorpius would bring down a particularly large prey animal.

It isn’t pretty, it isn’t neat - exhaustion clouds his mind, giving him only a few steps to think ahead. The end is close, so very close. One way or another, it’s only a matter of moments. Of heartbeats. How many does he have left?

Scorpius vs @Harou
For Death
VI of VII
Hits:

Rolling 10d20: 7 + 20 + 8 + 6 + 2 + 14 + 13 + 17 + 4 + 15

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 15 + 17

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 19 + 8 + 4 + 15

Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur

they tumble down; the colossal weight shoved on top of him, barrelling downward, nearly crushing. harou lets out a breathy snarl, the pain intensifying sevenfold, as he feels scorpius climb heavily on top. the army's wolf would try and seize the behemoth's neck whilst he is underneath; his fangs tearing into the other's flesh as blood fills his mouth, down his throat.

harou's own blood would bleed out to the floor as scorpius would grab him by the neck, too, leaving heavy puncture wounds into the flesh and layers of fur. those weapons clawing up harou. all that gore. all that blood.

ebbing. fading. oozing.

thick rivulets of crimson that would stain the sands red.

thick rivulets of crimson that would drip down harou's pale fur.

in his last and final attempt - on the verge of fatigue, on the verge of fading - the army's wolf would try and sink his fangs deeper and deeper into scorpius' neck, his claws swooping upward in another attempt to gouge out the mirsolav's eyes. this is it for the winter titan.


the wolf either lives, or dies.

Harou vs. @Scorpius
Death
7 of 7

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 19 + 13 + 20 + 14 + 1 + 7 + 3 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 5d20: 19 + 15 + 11 + 20 + 13

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 20 + 1 + 17 + 4 + 6

ryuu

Dripping from the open mouth, I'll show you
What you look like from the inside

Perhaps they’ll both bleed out, and neither walks away. Scorpius isn’t sure he has the strength to stand again. If he dies here, perhaps Harou will be crushed under his weight and die too. Would it be so bad, to die overlooking the dunes, the oasis in the distance? Red eyes, blurry with blood and blood-loss, flick upward, seeking that one last glimpse of his home, his kingdom. But he cannot make it out; everything is red and shadows, and Andal is lost.

No, no, he cannot die yet.

Claws scrape down his face, no doubt seeking his eyes, and Scorpius shuts them hard, bears down as Harou struggles and bites and uses the last of his strength to win, to live. Both of them want that - it cannot be helped. The desire to live is overwhelming in the face of the end.

All the Miroslav can do is bear the pain and hold, trying to clam down in a slow, agonising attempt to suffocate before he bleeds out.

Scorpius vs @Harou
For Death
VII of VII
Hits:

Rolling 10d20: 19 + 17 + 20 + 4 + 8 + 12 + 2 + 7 + 14 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 12 + 4 + 14

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 18 + 17 + 5 + 4 + 11

@Harou VS. @Scorpius FOR death
— RESULTS —

Harou Hits: 3+5+5+5+2+3+5+14 Luck = 42
Harou Dodges: 2+3+2+3+2+2+5 = 19

Scorpius Hits: 6+5+7+6+5+5+5+15 Luck = 54
Scorpius Dodges: 2+1+1+2+0+3+2 = 11

Harou Successful Hits: 31
Scorpius Successful Hits: 35

Scorpius HAS WON THE CHALLENGE FOR Death!

The results of this fight cannot be acknowledged ICly until either both challengers have responded or 3 days have gone by — whichever comes first. Any posts breaking this rule will be removed.

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WOUNDED ROLL

performed on discord by @Zena ★

If Harou lives, he is automatically WOUNDED for losing!

Scorpius is automatically WOUNDED!

Profiles will be adjusted to reflect the wounded rolls, which, if received, reduce the character’s hits and dodges by -1 for an standardized amount of time. Any wounded rolls received from this fight are considered healed as of 8/5, and are logged in the wounded log. Once healed, post in Trade & Dice Updates to have your dice returned to normal.

Dripping from the open mouth, I'll show you
What you look like from the inside

Silence.

In the wake of flesh ripping, guttural growls and snarls, it is deafening. The pounding drum in Scorpius’s head ends, the warbeat driving him on and on - gone. The lion under him takes a shuddering gasp as Scorpius’s jaws unclench. He pushes weakly onto his paws, staggers a few steps backward, staring through bloodied eyes at what he’s done.

He’s going to win.

He’s won.

Teeth, painted red, flash from behind his lips as he approaches once again, eyeing the thick jugular still pulsing with life. Is he awake? Can he feel Scorpius hovering above, readying himself to deliver the killing blow? Jaws part slowly, aching from the battle, as the Miroslav lowers his head.

Inches from Harou’s throat, those fangs hover. That same feeling from before crashes over Scorpius as he stands above his victim. When he’d held the usurper’s jaw, ready to break it, he’d hesitated. That feeling returns, colliding with the promise of revenge, tearing Scorpius in two.

His gaze roams upward, lingering on the mutilated face, stained with their blood, and then meeting weary, living eyes with his own. His laugh is cold, wet and thick and exhausted, and alive.

"We are not done."

Exit.