He clamps his jaws down on the skin at her jawline and she winces, breath hitching at the closeness of his grip to her throat. He shoves downwards, abruptly, and saga's upper body is slammed to the snowy earth beneath her. Furious, fur bristling and snarling her rage, she attempts to twist her head to her left and reach for his ankle with her open jaws. She gnashes her fangs, desperate to get a hold and clench - hoping it will be enough to make him release his hold. There's a distant awareness of how very poorly this fight appears to be going and she blames the damn fogginess of her brain. Even as she wants to fight harder, her body is already relaxing and loosening in his grip.

saga v @Seneca
for dominance
ii of iii
hits

Rolling 6d20: 9 + 7 + 19 + 15 + 1 + 2

dodges

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 14 + 6 + 19 + 10

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She falls more easily than he had anticipated, landing with a thud against the cold earth with Seneca still attached. Her jaws manage to gnash and clamp down around his left wrist, prompting a snarl from the Miroslav, though he makes no move to wrench it free of her grasp just yet. Instead, he seeks to lift his right forepaw, attempting to push it roughly down against the side of her neck, trying to effectively pin her as his teeth loosen their grip upon her skin. "Impressed yet?" he hisses in her ear, his voice low and venomous. Saga has tempted the monster in him -- is this what she had been hoping for?

seneca vs saga for spar
move three of three

Hits:

Rolling 7d20: 3 + 14 + 16 + 12 + 6 + 11 + 1

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 6 + 18 + 17 + 7

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 17 + 2 + 10 + 9 + 4

note: seneca has +1 hit die due to wolfbron bluffs pride tier 4

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seneca is quicker, bigger. more aware of the world than she is, in this moment. everything is fuzzy around the edges and her skin feels as though there are thousands of ants marching across it. even the violence in his touch can't silence the desire under her fur and when his paw finds her neck and he leans close, she releases his wrist and exhales breathily. "if i say no," she murmurs, her eyes half lidded as she hazily tries to find his gaze. "will you try something else?" the fight has left her body and she's languid beneath his foot. a part of her demands to put herself together and show herself some gods damned respect, but instinct trumps the indignity. surely even vellen understands the whims of nature.

saga forfeits

@Seneca

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She releases her grip upon him, submitting to the sting of defeat, though blood still drips down his leg, staining the snow red. He meets her gaze with curiosity, his heart still thrumming from the rush even as a stillness overcomes them, his paw maintaining the current pressure upon her neck. He does so love the feeling of being in control. "Do you want me to?" he growls in a low response, a malevolent smirk touching the corners of his lips. He can already tell that her mind is half decided, but Seneca wants to hear her say it, to give in to submission and stop fighting the reason that has brought them here, together, in this moment.

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she knows his type - and she hates them. but right now? anyone will do. even him. she appreciates the strength, the determination. there were worse, lesser men to bed; but when he all but purrs the challenge her back teeth clench and she makes as if to rise - but his paw remains, pressing down on her neck. for a moment, she considers latching onto his leg again and shredding it until she can see bone - but they both know what she wants. what will soothe the feelings that overwhelm her. she rips a lip back, whiskers flaring as she wars with herself, but eventually grinds out: "yes. i want it." the words are harsh but utterly true. her eyes roll up to his once more, muscles quivering, as she waits to see if that will be enough to sate his ego so they can get on with it and go their separate ways.

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The fight has all but gone out of her, her protest a pathetic one -- this is what she had demanded of him, after all. Who could blame Seneca for taking the bait? He can feel the rage seeping off of her in waves, nearly steaming against the frigid air, and it feeds his hunger -- hunger that she had instilled in him. She should not have expected anything less from such a man. A slow grin curls across his features at her bitter confirmation, and whilst she may hate herself for the honesty, Seneca does not. It is moments like these that give him the greatest entertainment in life. He is swift to release his paw from her neck, but hardly another moment passes before he gives in to giving Saga exactly what she wants, claiming her as his own -- if only for this moment.

Fade to black

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things progress smoothly from there as he finally relinquishes the pressure on her neck. she nearly leaps to her feet but before she can regret her decision, what her body's demanding, he's there to stop her. it's what they've both been after from the start, really. her attempts to hide away during the heat failed - miserably - but she supposes with as many denizens that amaryllis holds, it was not entirely surprising. all she can do is give into the desire and allow herself to take as much as she gives back. maybe any other day she'd flay him after - but today, he's as safe from her as he'll ever be.

fade

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