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Satchel
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 7
Body large
Ancestry Native
Familiar

Posts 33
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© Krazi_Koyoti
#1


It wasn't quite as strange as he thought it would be to end up like this.

He was as restless as ever, turning up dirt and water and the every decaying presence of his own self worth. A rather nice night out, the sky a nice clear ink with only the half moon for his company. He'd come here for what, exactly?? Perhaps to just breath. He still couldn't shake free of these ghost, and with a sigh of relief he slipped eagerly into the chilled waters. Up to his chest , the soothing effect of the ripples was the best effect he had all week. If only time could figure out how to be this effortless.

 
He was out here with no direction to turn, and it never felt better then this. He glanced around and seeing no one, he decided it might be ok to be a little silly. So he proceeded to amuse himself by blowing bubbles. They created a nice little break to the monotony that was his life at any rate. He continued his little game until he caught the attention of a few left over sparrows.  They chirped rather cheerfully from the tops of the reeds, and seeing as he was in a decent mood he barked back. They had a a rather nice little conversation, and then it was over. Just like always.

Watching them take off, he found himself almost wistful. The sins he had committed had long since ruined any chance of taking flight. But on nights like this, it was almost easy to imagine who he might of become if not a monster. Another glance around, his white pelt standing out as pale as a phantom. Regret was always easy, it was what came after that hurt the most. 


"Speak."



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Sekhmet
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 3
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 27
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© Molly
#2


Lava bubbled across her flesh, snapping and popping with the eerie cadence of anticipation. There was something... not right about the marsh. Whether it was the moisture that hung in the air like an errant irritation or whether it was just something unknown, Sekhmet didn't know but the further she stalked into the soggy wetland, the more her fur began to stand on end. Not one usually prone to being antsy, it was a unique feeling... one she didn't enjoy being prone too. A growl rumbled up from her chest and she shuddered but continued. Regardless of her own comfort, this area still needed to be explored. Akarui needed information, facts, not her feelings. Her nostrils flared and she rolled her shoulders, the heavy cloak falling over her left side as the chains binding her forelimbs rattled. She was not a skittish pup and it was time she stopped acting like one.


The deeper and further she went, the more she settled. The atmosphere wasn't her favorite but it didn't chill her like her initial entry had. Overall the swamp seemed...empty. Sure it showed signs of bears and deer, but the vegetation was... lacking. The constant moisture was a detriment to all but the few plants that managed to withstand the lack of dry soil. No packs, no covens, no real establishment. This was not somewhere Akarui would desire to claim either... but still, she would inform him of it's existance all the same-


She stopped, a scent creeping into her nares that was oddly familiar. The warrior twisted, limbs carrying her with regal grace through the murky swamp only to pause when she caught sight of an ivory pelt. It took her a moment to place him, their interaction had been so fleeting, but after a moment she pieced it together and her memory clicked into place. This... this was the fool who had criticized her relationship with Akarui, mocking them for the mere act of existing. Her hackles bristled and she channeled that anger into a tactician's strategy. Still... unlike he, she was not without morality and her snarl would slice the air in a low, commanding tone. “You will turn and prove your bark with teeth or you will cower in place... either way you will bleed for your discrepancy. The Prince showed you mercy, my own courtesy is not so great.” Cold and venomous, her hackles raised to shield her throat, her stance widened and her tail extended level with her spine for equilibrium and balance. Ears pinned against her skull and her eyes narrowed to keep them from becoming easy targets... but such was the only warning he would have.


Her weight shifted to her hind end and she lunged, powerful frame launching into a harsh sprint as the gap between them closed with alarming speed. Lava bubbled up through her throat and as she reached him, her jaws splayed wide, aiming to ensnare his snout while lava spewed from her mouth in a torrential downpour of molten flame. She was looking to show him just who he mocked and why none should threaten the sanctity of what she held dear.

Sekhmet versus Satchel fight for domination

Attacks:Physical attack: Aiming to bite his snout.
Magick Attack: Using Lava Spew, molten lava pours from her mouth, aimed at his face

Defenses:Hackles raised to shield throat, stance widened, tail extended for balance/equilibrium, ears pinned, eyes narrowed to prevent them from becoming easy targets


Accuracy roll result:4,

Damage roll result: 1 (5 damage), 3 (15 damage)


Staff: @staff





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Satchel
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 7
Body large
Ancestry Native
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Posts 33
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© Krazi_Koyoti
#3



Was he wrong for enjoying this?

Here he was attempting to find some tranquility in life, when once again the universe decided he deserved coal in his stocking again. Karma was a bitch, and she just loved to remind him. He was so caught up in his own bullshit, that it was no wonder she managed to creep up so easily. He managed to sniff her out right as she entered his domain, but of course by then it was far too late. Much the same as it ever was.

Well she sure wasn't happy to see him. Blinking once as he tried to remember her face, wondering what this prince character was she so desperately rambled about. For a moment he almost thought it must be another situation involving a husband he fucked, flashes of Sonja lurking that awful rage. Struggling to remember all the recent faces he encountered, and as she asserted herself so regally it hit him. The two fire wolves he stumbled upon in the medow. Back when he was still an ignorant piece of shit. Ah well, that explained just about everything.

He took in all those words, and before he could decide what to do with this new information she was upon him. Letting out a harsh snarl he rose up to meet her. She was much more endowed of course, and any reasonable soul might of tried to plea for mercy . However he was no such creature. A blaze of glory shooting across his face, oh god the burn. It was so amazing he almost didn't want to turn away.  A smile etched upon his lips, before he managed to dip down into the water below.

His left side of his face was singed rather badly, enough to cause his eyge had alrwasde to shut down. A few patches of crisp ivory fur floated on the surface, but there was always more to lose. He had no doubt she was going to kick his ass, but as always he just couldn't turn away. Dipping sharp under the water, he decided defense might very well be the best offense.

He submerged himself completely, plunging down to depths unknown. If only for a moment. The water was not terribly deep, but as he was only a mundane, he learned to use any element to his advantage. Lurking for a few moments, remained out of sight   that was until  he glided rapidly around her. Stirring up every inch of muck, he created a tiny whirl pool, the best of it yet to come.

And then he rose up like. God damn crocodile.

He aimed hard to take out her shoulder blade, just enough damage to get her to back off. Water and wolf erupting, his molten orange eytss as caustic as her heart. Oh my how things had yet to change. And he indeed, was the onmlh one to blame.

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Satchel vs Sekt# for --- Being left alone

HP: 80
 

Attacks: Attempting to dislocate her shoulder
Defenses: The Water

Accuracy roll result:
Damage roll result: 

Staff: centi



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Sekhmet
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 3
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
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Posts 27
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© Molly
#4


The scent of burning flesh filled her nares and Sekhmet's ravenous teeth tore into his face. Brutality was in her blood, domination in her soul and yet, despite the nasty injury, the ivory male did not yield and for that... he earned the smallest measure of her respect. There was nothing she hated more than a coward. Dropping his weight and successfully sliding away from her sharp fangs, he sloughed into the water to cool the bubbling lava. It was wise but it also left him vulnerable. He would have no quarter, no chance to recover and even before the lava finished pouring from her jaws, she was following him. Her claws tore into the rough soil to give her balance, her hackles remained raised to shield her throat and her eyes and ears remained narrowed and pinned.


Satchel lurched from the watery depths, missing his target of her shoulder but managing to ensnare her chest. His teeth punctured her skin and the water that came with him sizzled and burned as it struck the tracks of lava. She hissed but refused to be deterred. Since he was now in a position beneath her and there was nothing shielding his throat, Sekhmet's jaws splayed wide and aimed to ensnare the space at the back of his skull. She was hoping to end this fight quickly and if she could procure a condemning hold... he may have no choice but to yield.


Whether or not she was successful, her mind would shift, concentrating on the soft ground beneath them. She called to the heat saturated within the core of the earth and cracked open the muck and mire to force that raw heat out of the ground in great bubbling steam. She aimed to burn his belly and chest, searing his flesh once more. She did not fight to play. She fought to win.

Sekhmet versus Satchel fight for domination

Attacks:Physical attack: Aiming to bite the juncture where skull meets neck
Magick Attack: Using Ground Eruption, she aims to crack the Earth beneath Satchal and force steam up to burn his belly/chest

Defenses:Hackles raised to shield throat, claws tearing into the soil for stability, ears pinned, eyes narrowed to prevent them from becoming easy targets


Accuracy roll result:N/A

Damage roll result: N/A


Staff: @CENTIENCE





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Satchel
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 7
Body large
Ancestry Native
Familiar

Posts 33
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© Krazi_Koyoti
#5

The better part of him knew he must weild.

The better part that is. However stubbornness was an overwhelming trait, one thrust into limelight now as he struggled beneath such a behemoth's jaws. A sharp incursion of molten orange eyes as he felt the female grab hold. He had no hopes of winning such a battle, but he would've been damned to show otherwise.

She grabbed hold of him, twisting once to get away. Her teeth sinking into flesh, oh how the blood felt wonders. To feel the sticky crimson upon his pale hide was something almost intoxicating. He had spilled worse after all. A soft inky smile, his soul rising up to claim all the damage done.

It was then he swum himself under her. To claw viciously at her unprotected underbelly. Keeping his eyes and eases shut, he clawed as wickedly as any wild cat. Aiming for lower intestines, he didn't desire to hurt. However his intent to get away swayed more. Slamming full hard into soft underbelly. A sharp snarl to let go. Anger that he could once again find himself so displaced.As he struggled he attempted to offer up a word of peace. " I was wrong. leaving it at that, he slowed down on his defenses. At her mercy now, he humbled himself beyond all belief. At least , for now.

HP: 70
 

Attacks:Physical attack: attempting to disembowel

Defenses: ears and eyes closed


Accuracy roll result:N/A

Damage roll result: N/A

Staff- @CENTIENCE


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