Alizabeth was napping. One of her favorite past times. The sun was low in the sky, hinting that a sunset was imminent. It settled sweetly over the contours of her form as she lazily rolled over onto her side and rubbed her face lazily in against the flowers nearby. She was dreaming the same things she always dreamed of - fighting, fucking and...what was the other f word?

The woman briefly awoke from her slumber, frustrated that her dream interrupted at such a perfect moment. Sleepy eyes blinked, searching for the culprit, but all she could find was a butterfly perched delicately at the end of her nose. Sighing heavily, she stared at the little creature with annoyance.

Surprisingly the air rushing from her nostrils didn't deter the insect, instead it remained in place. "Got a fuckin' problem, bud?" She grumbled, her tail flicking in annoyance as her body lay flat against the ground - as if her body weight a million pounds.

@Alaric_{ART — CODE}

Boredom pulled him from the oasis this particular spring day, his increased interest in learning the lay of the lands directly correlating with the warmer temperature. Winter had finally fucked off and while it hadn’t been all bad (he could think of a few satisfying moments at least) he welcomed spring with gusto. He had been working hard to regain the little muscle he had lost over the cold months, racing the sunrise across the sandy dunes near his home. The natural resistance had done wonders for his physique — he was in the best shape he had been since the accident. His lip curled at the brief thought of that day before it slid back down over his canine when he redirected his thoughts to his current stride. The gardens were lovely (he assumed, they seemed the kind of place that others would fawn over) but his interest was snagged by the creature amongst the foliage. his approach was timed well with her outburst, and he dropped to his haunches with an audible thump, not far from where she lay. “what did that butterfly ever do to you?” A smirk curved across his face as he intruded on her day, amusement evident in poisoned green eyes.

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A low, rumbling groan escaped her lips as the approach of another is heard. That tattered ear of hers flicking in his direction long before he spoke. Slowly she would drag her face across the flowers, one eye closing while the other focused on him.

A snort escaped, shoulders shifting a bit as the woman stretched lazily, "Interrupted my nap, is what." She grumbled. Speaking of, the butterfly still lingered on her nose and she stared at it cross-eyed for a moment before leaning back on her side.

Resting her chin on one of her paws, the woman peered up at the male, "Could you like...I don't know, fuckin' blow it off or something?" Alizabeth requested, motioning with her other paw to her face. The butterfly seemed to want to make a new home on her nose.

@Alaric_{ART — CODE}

If that wasn’t a new level of lazy he didn’t know what was. It amused him, though, and he could not help but oblige the pretty lady. After a bit of fun, of course. “Well I just don’t know,” he mused with a sly grin, “I’d feel bad chasing it from such a beautiful flower.” Ah typical Alaric, thinking with everything but his brain. He leaned closer as if to help, then winked instead -- “makes me wish I was a butterfly.” Scarred and tough as she appeared he figured she was liable to bite his balls off if he toyed with her any more, so he did her the immense favour of sending a gust of air towards the insect. This time it obliged, the storm of his breath too much to weather, and it lifted in to the air to flutter away. “Better?” @Alizabeth

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Alizabeth's eyes crossed at his sudden compliment. It wasn't often that she was praised as beautiful. Was he full of shit and just trying to get laid? "I bet you tell that shit to all the pretty ladies you meet." She teased gently, the length of her tail flicking lightly, the tip tapping the earth a bit faster than before.

"Don't think the life of a butterfly would suit you." The woman drawls, but is cut short as he suddenly blows in her face and despite knowing it was coming, was still a bit caught off guard by it. Stiffening, her eyes close. After a moment, one eye opens, then the other before she blinks rapidly a few times. "Much better, my fuckin' hero." There is genuine amusement in her voice now, raspy tones practically a coo.

Stretching out, she shifts to sit up a bit, flower petals bustling about and flying in the air, a few stuck in her mane. "Name's Alizabeth." The introduction was short and sweet. She wasn't exactly the picture of grace and elegance with her disheveled, scarred appearance, but she was most certainly a woman - however small.

@Alaric_{ART — CODE}

He chuckled, low and dark. “Don’t they all deserve to hear it?” Alaric wasn’t going to shy from giving compliments where they were suiting, and he wasn’t going to pretend like he didn’t admire beauty in its rawest form. His words were not untrue, by any means. She, too, was a particular form of beauty, with her battle scars. A shrug, with a mischevious grin - “couldn’t get a much better life could you? No responsibilities, just eat, sleep, and fuck.” Did butterflies fuck? Hell if he knew, but they had to reproduce somehow, right? Alaric tossed a playful wink in her direction and watched as she hefted herself up a little. Feeling much like he’d rather be on her level he flopped himself down. “Alaric,” he returned, “but fucking hero works nicely too.” Said in such a way that the double entendre would be impossible to miss.

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Not all women were created equal, just like not all men were. For now, however, she would indulge him and offer him a gentle roll of her eyes, Suppose. Was all she offered in response.

A yawn escapes her as she stretches those forelimbs a bit, toes splaying - allowing those thick black talons of hers to rake the earth lazily. The life we all should fuckin' live - though I prefer a little fighting as well. Tail curled around her seemingly delicate form, the tip tapping in a steady, easy rhythm.

As he lowered to her level, a tilt of her head is made. Straining your neck to look down at me, big boy? She teases, a husky laugh escaping her jaws.

At his introduction that tattered ear of her flicks and dances in his direction, Alaric. Tell me more about yourself. To say she was curious wasn't exactly true, this was more so polite. Plus, it never hurt to learn more about another.

@Alaric_{ART — CODE}

delicate she may seem but he was not so easily fooled. the scars that litter her pelt tell him a story, one far more interesting than some helpless female. beauty and brawn, he was certain, made even more so when she mentions fighting. he chuckled lowly and tipped his head in agreement. "indeed; whats fucking without a little fighting first?" a devilish grin captured his lips as he watched her stretch before him, unable to resist a raking look across the length of her. he was brazen about it, making no attempt to hide his curiosity or his desire. "what do you want to know, alizabeth?" his voice was husky, his interest easily piqued by her. frankly he had much better ways in mind to get to know her and he didn't bother to hide that, either. "i wouldn't want to disappoint," a purr, then, accompanied by a salacious grin. he could go for a good fight...

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He spoke and Alizabeth couldn't help but grin. That tattered lip of hers curved in such a way that her fang gleamed. That so... She drawls, finally standing up to stretch fully. Keen eyes hadn't missed his roaming gaze, it was hard to miss something so obvious. The brute wasn't subtle at all, nor did it seem he was trying to be.

Usually, the woman was a bit pickier on her fuck buddies, but at this particular moment, Alizabeth was wanting some fun and this fella seemed all too eager to offer it.

I want to know how good you fuck, but first - how good you fight. The hair along her spine rose as violence bubbled in her veins. She lived for this shit, the thrill of battle, that delicious sting of triumph - even in defeat she found solace.

Don't fuckin' disappoint me. She snaps, before suddenly lunging herself at him with a snarl. Despite her small size, the woman attempted to take advantage of his lowered position and tried to latch onto his face with forepaws attempting to anchor at the back of his head/neck.

Toes curled, talons out to obtain as much traction as she could against his skin. Jaws would flash, snapping in an attempt to grab one of his ears and bite down. A small wound, but perhaps an everlasting one - like she had.

Alizabeth vs. @Alaric
For Dominance
1 2 3
Hits:

Rolling 5d20: 15 + 12 + 14 + 3 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 7d20: 4 + 16 + 10 + 17 + 9 + 1 + 5

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 8 + 7 + 11 + 3 + 4

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She rose to stretch and he did not look away, admiring the toned muscles and fine lines of her body. Her words sent a shiver down his spine and instinctively he rose to meet her, tensing his own muscles in preparation for what was to come.

"i won't," he rumbled back, a quick promise as he rose to all fours, thankfully halfway there by the time she launched her attack. she wasted no time, that one.

thankfully he had risen some by the time she attacked, her claws thus not reaching fully around his neck but only to the sides. He feels the prick of them and growls, jerking back in an attempt to shake her loose. His head rises, higher, and her teeth fall short of their mark, grasping a mouthful of mane at the left side of his face. the hairs tear and he hisses, but wastes no time retaliating.

With a flash of teeth he aims for the left side of her face, seeking to sink them in to the flesh there, a brutal attack for a mere dominance fight. Alaric was not prone to holding back. Simultaneously he gathers his hindquarters beneath him for balance and lifts his right paw from the ground and strikes in an attempt to slash across her left side across her ribs.

A scar to remember him by, he hopes.


Alaric vs. @Alizabeth
For Dominance
1/3

Hits:

Rolling 8d20: 4 + 20 + 19 + 3 + 6 + 10 + 1 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 4d20: 1 + 11 + 19 + 20

Luck:

Rolling 5d20: 1 + 11 + 19 + 9 + 5

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