Her assault was once again mark on. Fangs dug deep into the stag's hind leg, filling her jowls with his blood once again. It had stirred a predatory instinct within her and at the same time repulsed her. The taste was the sweetest she had ever had and in thinking that Arkrael felt sick. As Vazi began to kick and flail his legs Arkrael lost her hold on the mere fact she had lost her concentration and when she moved to get away, his hind hoof struck her hard against her ribs, sending her stumbling back away from her. A groan of pain escaped the she-wolf as she ultimately stumbled over her feet and hit the ground. Though, just as quickly, another snarl erupted from her chest and Arkrael was rising right back up to her feet.

She stomped her paws against the ground, tail flanked high into the air as every last blood stained fang was bared to the stag. "This is your last chance Vazi!" She snarled menacingly, digging her claws into the stone she stood upon. Anger was beginning to consume her, spiraling that dark brewing rage right to the surface and her once gentle dual-colored eyes had finally given in to become far more sinister. Her pupils began to shift into a slit, adding to her furious emotions.

After she had spoken her words her gem hummed to life instantly, vibrating harshly against her chest and slowly, but surely the dirt and sand around her began to pull away from the mass. Freeing itself from it's confines as it slowly began to swirl around her paws and climbing higher and higher until it orbited around her at a steadily rising pace. Sand crystals began to shape and form, compressing until they were deadly shards of glass whipping around the alpha wolf as she took two slow steps towards the stag. Her chest continued to rumble with her growing snarl, eyes glued onto the stag as if he were some kind of prey.

"I will NOT tolerate you harming any more gembounds, children or adults, simply because you cannot face the truth!" She gnashed her fangs at him, succumbing to the pent up rage that had pushed and fought to free itself from her control. There was nothing she could do to contain it in that moment. The overwhelming turmoil and heartache he has caused her, the fury that had ignited from those hurt emotions. It had all spiraled out of her control, mixing and colliding with the overwhelming emotions that kept her awake most nights. A few steps closer to the stag Arkrael began to feel her eyes start to burn and she knew. She knew she would not be able to contain that tears that were threatening to fall. If he still did not back down at this point, if she had to continue to fight him, then she would do so.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
HASIRA v. ARKRAEL
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ Shard STORM! SCARE HIM! SCARE THE STAG AWAY!

{ DEFENSES }

~Shard storm??? CAN'T TOUCH THIS?! -PLAYS MUSIC-

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• Gashed shoulder
  
• Bruised Side

"Speech"
'Thoughts'

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Words:487
Tags: @Hasira
OoC: DA NA NA NA!

Hasira could truly feel very little satisfaction from the hit he landed on the retreating she-wolf. He wanted to do more, he wanted to feel her skull break beneath his hooves! He wanted to cause her pain! As much pain as he could give! She deserved every ounce of it for her treachery. The stag managed to pick himself up and step back a few paces, antlers lowered threateningly. Hooves pawing the earth in anticipation of her next lunge. Her words came into his ears and he stabbed the air with his tines. "DAMN YOU, CUR! I TOLD YOU! MY. NAME. IS. HASIRA!" Just like the wolf before him he could feel rage boiling in his body. A self-righteous rage that burned against her and every single gembound like her. He wanted his retribution for the wrongs that had been committed against his brother.

His eyes locked onto hers... There was something about them that struck fear into his heart. Some sort of anger... Some sort of predatory glare. Witchcraft! Stupid carnivore! He closed his eyes and snorted, wrenching his head to the side as he focused on his magick. The water he had previously collected began to harden and collect into thin but very sharp ice shards. They hung in the air around him as he turned his maddened gaze back to the she-wolf. More words crashed over his ears. More words that maddened him further. He cared not for the pains in his shoulder and his rear leg. He would suffer a thousand pounds, take a thousand deaths if it meant he could shut her stupid mouth up forever. She didn't know anything! She couldn't be trusted! Her tongue must be ripped out! Silenced! Yes. He'd do it! He'd finish it! How had he ever fallen for her? Why, it was that stupid tongue! Yes yes! He'd have it! "Shut up! It matters not what you tolerate! You speak not the truth! Your tongue lies! It always has! All of you filthy carnivores lie! It is my job to silence you! I'll do it now!" With a maddened laugh he reared up, watching as she took those steps towards him and then he launched himself forward. His hooves pounded over the ground as he lowered his antlers in an attempt to gore her, while he did this he sent his ice shards forward to cut her up. One particular shard seemed intent on heading towards her mouth as if it knew his promise to cut out her tongue.

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Hasira vs Arkrael
Round III of V

Attacks: Charging at Arkrael with ice shards and his horns.
Defenses: NONE, SON, YOLO!
Injuries: Wounded left shoulder. Bite mark on his rear left leg, above hoof.

420
@Arkrael
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

In any other moment, Arkrael would have felt extremely hurt by his words as he cursed at her. Though, she could not help the violent smirk that rolled across her features. She continued to stand there, tall and proud as any alpha would when they were facing their enemy. Even still the deadly shards of glass continued to whip around her, orbiting at a slight angle that seemed to slowly shift every now and then with the swirling motion. She knew she had struck a nerve with him, called him by the name of a stag she had loved. There was no lie in it. This stag was no longer Vazi. Vazi had been kind and loving. She had loved Vazi with every bit of her being. So much in fact that she would have traded places with Wyrny if she could just to save him from the darkened path he had fallen to.

The stag she gazed upon now was Hasira. The monster. The herbivore that sought to destroy any and all carnivores or those who associated with them. The vile creature who dared harm a child just to try and break her. She would not stand for it any longer. She would face him as if he were Raheerah, or a Golem threatening to smash it's way to a gembound's gem. The moment Hasira told her to shut up Arkrael found herself releasing a rather menacing laugh. "Lies?! The only lies here are you, Vazi" She spat his name, intending only to use that name to infuriate the stag further. All in hope that it would send him into a rage and make him mess up. "Come then! I will put you where you belong," Arkrael nearly cackled the words out, shifting how she was standing.

And so he did. Hasira lunged at her, icicles and tines ready to pierce into her flesh. Arkrael released an ear splitting roar. Her gem flashed brightly on her chest, vibrating and humming loudly to the point where it was almos deafening to Rae. She lunged for the stag, charging head on towards his assault. The orbiting shards of glass was suddenly released, sending the shards in all directions and some even were shot towards Vazi. The ground began to rumble and roll beneath her paws. An earthquake beginning to consume the area is it shook violently. Parts of the ground began to bulge up and crack open, breaking apart fern bushes and moss covered stones alike. She could feel a few icicles plunge down along her sides, just barely slicing through her flesh. Her main concern was the one that had been aimed at her face, so in her rush towards him she ducked her head and hoped it would miss. Even if it cut her along her head or managed to hit any part of her body, Arkrael did not slow her attack. She would get him. She would put an end to this now.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
HASIRA v. ARKRAEL
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ SEND THE GLASS SHARDS FLYING AT HIM AS SHE RELEASES HER HOLD ON IT. SHAKE DA CAVE! MAKE HIM GET HURT OR TRIP. ONE MORE ASSAULT AIMED FOR HIS CHEST/NECK(if it lands it is not to kill him, but more so to force his submission)

{ DEFENSES }

~Shadow storm for a brief moment longer before it fades away for her next attack

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• Gashed SHoulder
  
• Bruised Side
  
• Small gashes along her side

"Speech"
'Thoughts'

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Words:495
Tags: @Hasira
OoC: ooooh~

The shards, the glass, they hurt, they cut, they bled. He could feel it slicing through his fur and leaving various marks all over his body but he did not care. The stag was maddened, angry, he wanted to feel the she-wolf's bones break beneath his hooves. Wanted to rip her open with his tines for the filth she spewed from her foul mouth. Common sense left him, right now all he wanted was revenge. He felt that only death would satisfy him now. Her death or his, he didn't care. Perhaps if he died now the pain in his heart for that sweet lamb would go away and he would finally get peace... Or perhaps he would be mocked eternally in the afterlife for allowing himself to be killed. No. He could not fail. Could not die. He wouldn't allow it.

The shards of glass didn't matter but the ground shaking did. With a bellow of alarm he felt himself fall to the ground with the female at his throat. He could feel her strength, feel her conviction as she ripped and tore at his chest. He couldn't get up. He was on his back with his great legs in the air, kicking and flailing at the canine furiously. Still, no matter how much he kicked he couldn't get her off. She was forcing him down. Was this some sort of test? Was she trying to prove her dominance by shoving him to the earth? His blood boiled at the thought. He was subservient to no one... He was a Lord! She would find that out if she kept testing him so.

The stag gave a furious bark as he called upon his magick in an attempt to suck her dry. If she was weakened then he would be able to shove her away and hopefully do some damage to her. He would never give up... Never allow her to win. Even if she succeeded in killing him he would find a way to come back and finish her off.

However, the spell reversed and instead of the water sucking from her... He felt it suck from his own form. The water pooled around himself and he sagged, legs falling still. Weakening... Vision flicker... Was he really to die?

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Hasira vs Arkrael
Round IV of V

Attacks: Suck her water away to weaken her so he can push her off.
Defenses: Flailing hooves.
Injuries: Wounded left shoulder. Bite mark on his rear left leg, above hoof. Various cuts all over his body. Extremely dehydrated.

420
@Arkrael
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6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

It all seemed to happen so fast. Her Earth Shatter had thrown him perfectly off his back and she had struck with her fangs digging once again into his flesh. She threw her weight into him, slamming him into the ground as her magic slowly began to fade away. The ground soon ceased it's rumbling, falling still once more leaving the Stag and Wolf where they were. Arkrael locked her jaws, keeping her fangs pierced into him as she pinned him there. Her eyes flickered to his flailing legs for a moment, making sure she was completely out of reach of them. When she was completely positive his dangerous hooves would not be of any danger towards her she turned her focus back towards him. Her nostril's flared, chest heaving as she fought to fill her lungs with much needed oxygen. Her body trembled in just the slightest, but she did not relax. She stared at his face, or at least the part she could see, before her hackles began to bristle up and stand on end once again. With a muffled snarl vibrating her chest Arkrael braced herself. She shoved her weight into her paws, muscles tensing and constricting as she put all her strength into her next move. With a violent jerk she yanked at the stag, forcing him to move as she attempted to throw him away from where he had originally been laying.

He slipped from her fangs as she threw him and she took this time to stand up straight. Her upper lip quivered, the front of her blood stained fangs in view as her tongue curled up the front of them. "Leave this place...Hasira. This is your last warning. If I catch scent of you in Eridanus ever again, I will kill you," Her voice was low and vicious, daring him to disobey her command. He would pay dearly if he didn't oblige. A part of her was sickened with herself. She could have killed him just then. Could have ended the suffering he could and probably would put onto others. She could have prevented his next attack. She would be stupid to believe he would not retaliate. Yet...she just couldn't do it. As much as her mind screamed at her, demanding she tighten her jaws and rip his throat out, she just could not. A twisting in her chest choked her of her breath, but she did not display this on her features. She would not allow him to see the agony he was causing her. He did not deserve that satisfaction. He never would. She would make damned sure he never saw a tear in her eyes for him.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
HASIRA v. ARKRAEL
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ Throw him!

{ DEFENSES }

~None

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• Gashed SHoulder
  
• Bruised Side
  
• Small gashes along her side

"Speech"
'Thoughts'

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Words:449
Tags: @Hasira
OoC: OOOH SO STRONG~ MUCH MUSCLE! VERY STRENGTH!

The world flickered around him, the wolf was barely seen as he attempted to keep himself conscious. Everything felt awful, felt bad... Not just his outside but his insides too. He had failed. Wyngry would be displeased. So much more displeased even than he was with himself. I'm sorry, brother... He felt himself being heavily lifted and then thrown to the side. I have failed you... again... He stumbled to his hooves, the dehydration making his mind fuzzy and his steps fumbling.

He heard her words, ears flicking as he began to walk away. "You... have not seen..." He stepped into the shrubbery, the leaves swallowing him up. "The last of me..." And that was all he said as he was gone, disappearing back towards Orion with empty hooves. He felt more hopeless than he had in a while. He'd gone in with a slave and plan... now he had nothing...

But he knew one thing...

Arkrael would not be rid of him so easily...

He would return...

When she least expected it...

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Hasira vs Arkrael
Round V of V

Attacks: Suck her water away to weaken her so he can push her off.
Defenses: Flailing hooves.
Injuries: Wounded left shoulder. Bite mark on his rear left leg, above hoof. Various cuts all over his body. Extremely dehydrated.

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@Arkrael
-exit Hasira-
6/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

[Origin Cave]

Character: Arkrael Age: +7 (7 Cycles) Magic Level: +5 (Master) ROUND 1 Attempt: +19 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +11 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +16 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +20 Penalties: -0 ROUND 5 Attempt: +9 Penalties: -0 Total: 87

Character: Hasira Age: +7 (7 Cycles) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +8 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +7 Penalties: -0 ROUND 4 Attempt: +1 Penalties: -0 ROUND 5 Attempt: +0 Penalties: -0 Total: 36

WINNER: ARKRAEL

adamantine eyes stared at the Stag, watched as he rose to his hooves and began his trek away from him. His words filled her auds and she bared her fangs one last time. "I'll be waiting..." She knew he would not hear her, but if he did then he would know. Slowly her body began to relax and a rush of air escaped her. Adrenaline still coursed through her being and she knew that was the only thing keeping her on her paws in that moment. Once she was sure he had truly left Arkrael looked away from the spot he had fled and over to where the cub had been left. She hoped too all that the little thing had not been injured in the battle.

When she did not see the cub where it had last been her heart began to race instantly and she trotted over to the spot and began sniffing about the ferns and moss. Easily she caught the cub's scent and she followed it to just around a few more bushes and around a rock. As she stepped around the rock here gaze fell upon the trembling feline. She was curled up into a ball, paws over her head as she was clearly sobbing. Her heart twisted and she took a step forward. Leaning down Arkrael nuzzled her nose gently against the cub. As expected the cub cried out in fear and Arkrael cooed to the child. "Easy little one. I will not hurt you...What's your name?" She lowered herself to make herself less threatening.

A smile curled her features as the cub stuttered her name. Cure. "Quite the interesting name, Cure. Come...let me take you some place safer," She whispered soothingly as she moved to grasp the cub by the scruff of her neck. Easily she lifted the leopard up and turned to leave the area. She needed to get to her Den. No one else knew where it was but her and should Vazi send some one knowing Arkrael was wounded she would not be able to defend herself. It didn't take long to reach the grouping of fern bushes and after pushing around in them for a moment she finally found the dip in the ground that led down towards her Den. A den she had spent many days crafting. The opening was small, just enoughh wheere she could squeeze herself in, but it quickly opened up on the inside. It was padded with moss and other foliage to make the ground much softer.

Slowly she set the cub down onto the place she usually slept in before easing herself down to lay. Exhaustion was beginning to grasp at her, yanking away the adrenaline coursing through her. Pain was beginning to take it's toll and she knew she would be asleep at any moment. So, she moved in just the slightest, allowing the cub to come and curl up around her side. She did not hesitate to curl herself around the cub that clung to her side now. She said nothing more as darkness began to consume her, stripping her consciousness away.

"Speech"
'Thoughts'

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Words:523
Tags:
OoC: -Exit Rae-

The wolf had came to the Stag's call and at first she had been frightened. Thinking this stag was going to feed her to the giant canine, but then they started arguing. A whine escaped the cub when Vazi's hoof shoved harder againster her back and she fought hard not to cry out loud. And then everything happened so suddenly. The wolf roared at the stag and the ground suddenely shook. She thought she was going to get squished by the wobbling stag above her, but all of a sudden his weight was thrown off of her. Her head popped up instantly, swinging around to watch as the fight began to unfurl. Her heart raced as her breathing became eratic.

Quickly the cub scrambled to her paws and raced away from the two battling gembounds, sliding around a rock and just as quickly peered around it with large, frightened eyes. Her paws gripped at the stone she hid behind as she watched. Neither of them were holding back from the other, each going at eeach it. The wolf seemed to be grasping the upper hand through the entire ordeal, but that stupid evil stag never gave up. At least, not until the wolf had caught his neck and pinned him against the ground. She flinched and quickly backed away, hiding behind the stone. She didn't want to see what would happen next. It was already shocking enough seeing the abilities bother creatures were using. It was intense and she wasn't sure she wanted to be found again by either of the two.

It had fallen quiet at least and Cure moved to cover her head with her paws as if it were going to help hide her. It seemed to work at least for a little while, but the sound of movement caused her to tense and when something touched her she cried out. "Please don't hurt me!" She whined, shivering even more as she tensed up completely. Her response was a simple coo from the she-beast before the wolf asked her for a name. "It's c-Cure," She stuttered as she just barely peeked out of under her paws.

She sniffled when the wolfess continued on only to suddenly grasped her up. Cure didn't say a word as she dangled from the wolf's jaws, her paws curled up into herself. She looked around, half expecting that stag to come popping out of the tall leafy things, but when the wolf suddenly descended into one of the bushes and into a den she blinked with surprise. She was lowered to her paws and she turned to look in confusion at the wolf. She looked utterly exhausted and when she moved to lay down, Cure instantly went to her. Her steps were hesitant, but she did curl up along here side and tucked her head close, sniffling a moment longer. Exhaustion quickly enveloped her and just as the wolf began to curl around her she slipped off into sleep. The long traumatic day finally pushing her pass her limits.

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"Speech"

Words: 507
Tags:
OoC: -Exit Cure-