ORIGIN - The First Fight

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Comet

Arctic Wolf

Comet was worried that missing so badly would expose herself to the attacks of the fox when she saw the stupid creature bite down on one of the branches of the bush. She smiled. Pulling herself out of the bush, she decided to try a different tactic. She decided to try and scratch his belly.
It seemed her strategy had worked, her claws left some faint scratches.

@Silver

Round: 4/5
Attempt: Claw belly
Defense: Thick fur
Injuries: A small cut on neck, a missing chunk of fur on neck, bleeding ear

The moment he felt the beginnings of her jaws against his underbelly he twisted his head round, spiteful eyes glowering in the dark in hues of shining green as he once more aimed for her face; in his head if he could at least get hold of an eye or two, it would be a successful fight, would it not be? Thankfully for the wolf he only manages to get his front teeth against her eyebrow in a menacing gnashing motion!!

Round: 4/5
Attempt: Bite her face!
Defense: None.
Injuries: Back leg is bleeding.

Comet

Arctic Wolf

Comet snarls in pleasure when she feels her move connect. She watched the fox aim for her face-- again. What was up with him? It was like he wanted to make her permanently disabled or something. She feels the fox bite the spot right above her eye. There was a sharp pain as she felt her eyebrow get ripped off. Well if he was going to play rough, she was going play rough too. Comet tried to bite his nose. She felt her teeth sink into the soft flesh. That has got to hurt.

@Silver

Round: 5/5
Attempt: Bite nose
Defense: Thick fur
Injuries: A small cut on neck, a missing chunk of fur on neck, bleeding ear, missing chunk from eyebrow

Blood splattered into his eyes as he gave a large shudder, the pain almost completely blinding him as he staggered backwards with an audible gasp... his legs shuddered, his body had little will to go on, but his head would not let him give in. Dazed and absolutely crazed by the pain (of his own doing; he had picked the fight after all), he felt the beginnings of spell casting, something that he knew nothing of, but in his eyes he saw fire and smoke and wanted her to burn-- but... though it grew warmer, nothing lit up. No greenery began to burn.

I'm too weak...

Silver spat blood at that pretty white coat, a sneer overcoming him once again,

"You're... you're lucky I'm tired... or you'd... you'd be gone from this world, I swear!!"

Round: 5/5
Attempt: HEAT.
Defense: None.
Injuries: Back leg is bleeding, bloodied face.

Slate’s absence could be explained by the urge to feed— she had told Silver to stay put, while she went off and found some sort of dinner for the two to consume. She loved him dearly, but he could be . . . loud. Obstructive. A foil to her silent, calculated actions. Slate thought it in their best interest for her to go it herself, just for half an hour.

She hadn’t found anything fresh, just-killed, but some larger predator must have wandered off for but a moment with the half-eaten leg of some ungulate. The flesh hadn’t soured, and seemed to have been killed just that morning. Slate sighed through her nostrils, incisive teeth digging into the exposed leg bone. Faint shadows had reflected across the corners of her eyes, and she had heard a dying cry. It was palpable, and the blood rush of a hunter still coursed through her veins.

Her ears pricked at the nearby sound of snarls, of clicking teeth, and the sharp scent of blood.

No.

Slate’s jaws released her stolen meal and her legs took her to where she needed to go. Rage was building within her chest and fast. Silver’s familiar, warm scent. Blood. Her lip drew back into a vicious snarl and her urgent footsteps kicked up the ground in her wake. Her lungs burned, but she didn’t give a damn.

As her eyes locked onto a bloodied white pelt, ill-intent filled their dark orange depths. Who did this. . . wretched, disgusting, vile, execrable, loathly bitch! She didn’t wait for an answer. She didn’t care who started the fight. All she saw was her brother, with blood matting his fur. All she saw was Silver, beaten.

The only think that Slate could see was rage and it consumed her wholly.

She sprang forth, feeling her hind claws tear the earth as she kicked herself off and barrelled straight into the she-wolf’s side.

Comet

Arctic Wolf

Comet didn't know what hit her. One moment she was standing... and the other she was flying in the air. Whatever hit her had done so with a large amount of force. She felt herself fall against a tree and knock her head. The pain was overwhelming, and she could feel a deep gash in her head. The dark red blood matted her snow white fur, a startling contrast.
What-- what was that? she squinted open her eye to see another fox who seemed to have come to the protection of the silver one she was fighting. Comet shook her head, trying to clear away the pain. At least her gemstone was safe, it hadn't broken. She wobbled onto her feet. Those foxes, they played dirty. First the silver one got her into the fight, then when she had won the other one barrels into her? Even if she was a wolf, she couldn't face both of them at the same time.
Comet laid there on the ground, trying to collect her thoughts.

@Silver
@Slate

Luckily for him at least, the terror that was his 'sister', his soul-mate, the object of his adoration had arrived... and at her fury his own bastard-like nature intensified, a laugh echoing about the place as he found himself captured by uproar at the flinging of the wolf aside...! Indeed, foxes did play dirty, they had no concept of honor and if he hadn't been bitten so hard Silver would have fallen in line beside Slate and together... they would have tried to shear the other from existence itself. But not today. He had faired so terribly in the fight beforehand that he felt weakness come to claim his bones themselves, and in as he limped to press himself against his sisters side he teased in a sing-song,

"Weak little wolf... just you wait. Next time we're gonna' tear your eyes out," Came the growl, mottled only by the running of his tongue against Slate's ear. "We're going to leave you alone this time; but only because we don't have energy to spare on you. Right, Slate?"

The dismissive flick of his tail and the up-curling of his muzzle, purposefully nudging Slate in a manner that told her to leave. The foxes walk was stiff as he tried desperately to look like it was nothing at all (for his... and her sake).

"Don't worry yourself with filth like this. I got us a dead rat to eat...!"

Her eyes burned balefully. She pressed closely to her brother as he limped to her side, and if he was attentive, he would feel the enraged tremble of her muscular body. Drool dripped from her peeled back lips, her exposed fangs. ”If you so much as consider laying a whisker upon my brother, I will strip the flesh of your bones and heel you so deeply into the ground below that you shall never be found nor thought of.”

While Silver was likely just making empty jibes at the fallen foe, Slate meant every word. Her deep voice oozed with venom, the fur along her spine bristling and her tail raised in dominance. This wolf was disgustingly fortunate that Slate, despite her formative cycle, had some notion of morals— otherwise her teeth would find that wretched throat and her tongue would feel the life ebb away.

Slate’s ears twitched as Silver dismissed the wolf. Slate backed away, her vicious stare not leaving the bloodied white carnivore until she and Silver were a fair distance away. ”You caught us food?” she muttered, her expression flat. It was as though she hadn’t been in a rage-induced frenzy. Slate was back to static.

”I found a leg. Somewhere that way. She pointed her snout towards the destructive path she’d made, torn moss and crushed plants strewn everywhere. She pressed close to Silver, her thick fur brushing his. ”I am sorry for straying away, Silver,” the vixen grunted, her voice heavy. ”I shall not leave your side again. I will not allow any harm to come to you.” She licked his bloodied snout.

Comet

Arctic Wolf

Comet took the pairs' insults and threats with dignity. She was fallen this time, but next time... they wouldn't be so lucky. She watched them walk away. She noticed that the silver fox was trying to seem like it was nothing, like he wasn't injured. But he was, and next time he would walk away with more than just a few scratches. Next time, she wasn't going to play fair.
Comet coughed up a bit of blood and wobbled onto her feet. When she was a full grown wolf, even the two of them would be no match for her. No mercy for them. But in the meantime, she knew her bruises and cuts would heal. Just maybe not the one on her ear, no, that would serve as a reminder of the silver fox she had fought. She knew they would be long time enemies... Comet limped away.

"Exit"

@Silver
@Slate

Silver exits with a sweet giggle at his sisters devotion and the warmth she gave to his nose, walking in the direction Slate had pointed out the leg in...!

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