The cat that liked solitude had been alone for quite a while now. The cat that liked solitude spent its days not talking to others, but thinking to itself. The cat that liked solitude was neither male nor female had no love interests, but many friends it cared for deeply. The cat that liked solitude had spent enough time alone. The cat that liked solitude wanted solitude no more. Fallah stood in the connecting grounds between several places. Two of these places were home to the lynx, but in order to find the friends it needed, the cat would have to leave home. The decision was already made and Fallah was already ready to leave. Since Cetus and Eridanus were often traversed by the feline, it decided to go to the next place which was... Pisces. Fallah couldn't remember a time in Pisces, but maybe that's where Fisher was. Fallah had no idea how big the cave actually was. Hesitating just for a moment, the lynx left its home and began walking the tunnels alone towards Pisces. "speak"

After leaving Monoceros under those heavy conditions he'd hardly slept, he only wanted to eat. To satisfy that deep craving within him. Usually when he entered the Bloodlust he was sated after eating a few rats or a cave deer but this time it was different. The pull was stronger and even after eating his fill and resting... He was still caught within the throes of his disease, unable to escape. That red haze was all that he knew and the dragon that was hidden within himself began to slip away. He had fought it at first, not wanting to hurt any other great gembounds but his resolve was weakening. He couldn't even remember his name or why he wanted to fight back. Everything was slipping...

He was nothing but a beast that haunted the halls of the caves.

His head was low, nose sniffing as he searched for his next meal. Blood, not his own, caked the white fur at his chest and legs and around his mouth. He'd not bothered to wash himself, he only wanted to eat. Appearances mattered not. What mattered... Was the scent of prey on the breeze. The scent that promised more blood. His jaws began to slaver as he picked up his pace with red eyes glittering in a savage, feral joy.

He neared his target, ears beginning to pin to the sides of his head as it came into view. It was a small feline, brown and red and black in color. That didn't matter. What mattered was that it would rip and tear underneath his savage claws. That it would fall after he ripped into. The dragon dropped into a crouch, silently padding forward with his jaws pulling away from those needle-like fangs. He would catch it by the neck and snap it easily. More blood for his belly.

He shuddered with joy and could contain himself no longer as he leaped, wings spreading to give him more distance as he attempted to come down on top of her with his paws while his savage jaws dove downwards to snap at her neck and hopefully get a killing grip. His mouth was open as he let loose a full-throated his.

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words: 369
tagged: Fallah
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

Round I of V
Baratheon vs Fallah for almost Death

Attacks: Leaping at Fallah and hoping to pin her while diving for her neck.
Defenses: None! I'm a dragon, yo!
Injuries: Gash on right side (old and scabbed over), Gash on right side of head (old and scabbed over)

"Speech"
Thoughts

Something came, but Fallah didn't hear it. Something came, but Fallah couldn't see it. Something came, and it's name didn't matter. Something came, and it was a dragon. It barreled into sight and Fallah gasped in surprise. The lynx's eyes widened, but it found itself unable to move as the dragon came towards it. Only at the last minute was it able to start to jump out of the way, being knocked sideways before the creature's jaws closed over the cat's back left leg. Fallah gasped sharply, blue eyes widening enough to show the whites around the large irises. The cat's fur bristled for protection The pain was hot and sharp and without thinking, Fallah attempted to cast ice to the dragon's face, hoping it would let go. "speak"

He could feel annoyance first but then a thrill of joy as his fangs locked around the leg. Blood rushed into his mouth, salty and warm, it excited him. It made him want to kill all the more. Smoke curled from his nostrils, pink and thick as attempted to rip that leg off. To eat a bit and cripple his prey before he went for the kill but he didn't get the chance. A blast of ice, cold and painful, launched into his face.

He let go of her leg with a shriek of rage as he threw back his head. He balanced on his rear legs while he pawed at his face, attempting to scrape the ice from his eyes and muzzle. He was blinded, he was in pain, and he was angry. In his rage he opened his mouth and tried to release several blasts, not necessarily to hurt his prey but just out of sheer anger that he had been attacked in such a way.

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words: 168
tagged: Fallah
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

Round II of V
Baratheon vs Fallah for almost Death

Attacks: Blindly throwing out dispells.
Defenses: None! I'm a dragon, yo!
Injuries: Gash on right side (old and scabbed over), Gash on right side of head (old and scabbed over), Cold face, Temporarily blinded

"Speech"
Thoughts

It let go and Fallah fell to the ground. The distance wasn't far and didn't cause any permanent damage. The dragon roared out and shockwaves seemed to radiate from its body. The lynx tried to stand, but with the lacerations on its hind left leg, it was hard. The leg couldn't tolerate any pressure, so Fallah lifted it and balanced on three paws... Until the shockwave knocked Fallah over. It was sudden, but it didn't hurt much to fall. The most pain came when Fallah's hind left leg hit the ground. Though Fallah's left side would bruise on the shoulder and hip, it was that leg that made Fallah cry out quietly. the lynx grit its teeth to hush itself and turned to the monster, glaring at it with teary eyes. As the cat tried to gain its footing, it let out another spell, this time, aimed for the gem on the creature's leg. "speak"

Hissing and snarling he continued to paw at his face. He managed to scrape away more and more ice, freeing his eyes so that he could see again. There was the feline lying down. The dragon snarled as he rushed forward in an attempt to catch it off guard with a quick rush. Perhaps he could snap it up in his jaws and finish it quickly.

He felt the cold at his leg, a cold on his gem which caused him to stagger and stop. He paused and for a moment looked confused, his gem was an obvious weak point. The dragon's rear leg began to stomp as he tried to dislodge the ice caked on his gem, then he craned his neck around and began to gnaw at it. He chipped and chipped away at the ice until it was mostly gone and ignorable. Then, his angry red eyes turned back to the lynx.

With a roar he began his assault again, he didn't appreciate the lynx finding his weak spot. In fact, he wouldn't appreciate anyone finding it and now as he stalked towards the lynx he had sure to keep himself crouched and his gem tucked up against the fur on the inside of his lower abdomen where it was all but invisible. Now he focused up again and lunged at her, this time he aimed his lashing fangs at her throat in hopes of getting the jugular and tasting that life giving blood.

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words: 247
tagged: Fallah
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

Round III of V
Baratheon vs Fallah for almost Death

Attacks: Lunging for Fallah's throat.
Defenses: Trying to tuck his gem into the folds of his leg, fur, and abdomen.
Injuries: Gash on right side (old and scabbed over), Gash on right side of head (old and scabbed over), Cold face, Cold gem

"Speech"
Thoughts

The ice blast stopped the dragon as he charged again at Fallah. The lync tried to use the time to scramble to its feet and bound away. The dragon was easily able to cover the distance. Since she was limping away, he would not grab her throat. As he approached, Fallah turned back slightly, just enough to expose her abdomen from her right. The dragon's jaws would close around her lower body at an angle, his upper jaw closing over her right flank while his bottom jaw pierced her soft underbelly. Blood did spill and Fallah let out something that started off as a hiss then became a screeching yowl that would sound less cat and more dog (or human, but gembounds don't know of those). The bottom jaw of icy blue Larimar would become visible as the cat opened its maw to cast another spell, this time at the beast's nose, becoming weaker due to its injuries and the repetitive use of magic. "speak"

He got her! Not quite where he wanted her but it didn't matter. He could taste more blood flow into his mouth, driving him into a frenzy once more. He dug his fangs in as deep as he could, attempting to taste all the blood that he could. He loved the taste, it drove him into a primal joy. He lifted his head, an attempt to drag the lynx from the ground and into the air. She was heavy, but not too much so for him to carry. That strange yowl was like music to his ears and he responded with his own feral cry, one that was a fierce snarl.

It was then that this sound was cut off as he felt water spray into his face. It went up his nose and would have gone into his eyes if he hadn't closed them. Angrily he growled deep in his throat as he attempted to ignore the water but he couldn't with his fangs buried in the creature's fur. His nose was his only way to breath and with water up it he could do not such thing. It would threaten to smother him if he didn't do something.

He usually played with his food before he ate it so this was the perfect time. He gave a brief shake of his head before he slung the creature and opened his mouth to let her fly towards a wall, hopefully knocking her into a daze. The dragon then shook his head once his mouth was free, he rubbed a paw across his nose and snorted which sprayed snot and water in all directions.

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words: 274
tagged: Fallah
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

Round IV of V
Baratheon vs Fallah for almost Death

Attacks: Shaking and then throwing Fallah at a wall.
Defenses: Trying to tuck his gem into the folds of his leg, fur, and abdomen.
Injuries: Gash on right side (old and scabbed over), Gash on right side of head (old and scabbed over), Cold face, Cold gem

"Speech"
Thoughts

@fallah

Fallah's water cut off the beast's growl, but Fallah wouldn't have time to celebrate. The lynx was picked up and shaken, the wounds on its stomach. It would find itself flying front first into the wall. Something cracked and judging by the ripples of pain that went through the feline, it was the larimar jaw that was the source of magic for the cat. All at once Fallah felt hot and cold and wet and dry. A small cough escaped Fallah upon impact with the wall. The lynx would slump down the wall, resting on its rump with its hind legs splayed out before it. Blood covered the lower left leg and the lower right abdomen, staining the patches of blueish white fur, but blending with the redder hues. Fallah felt dizzy, barely able to keep those icy blue eyes open. Everything was pain. Wincing, Fallah hissed, tasting blood from where the larimar teeth cut into the cat's own cheek. Everything felt wrong. The light that drove Fallah's magic glowed with varying intensities throughout the blue fur, though those icy eyes stayed dull while Fallah's lower jaw remained luminescent. The cat couldn't cast a spell like this. Weakly, the cat attempted to rise. There was no doubt in Fallah's mind the dragon would come back and when it did, Fallah was ready to try and launch itself at the dragon's eyes, attempting to scratch them. Even if the dragon won, Fallah wouldn't stop fighting. If Fallah could blind it, maybe it couldn't hurt anyone anymore, even if Fallah couldn't make it. They felt like dark but just thoughts. Fallah wasn't one to dance around with hope. Fallah wasn't quite sure what death was, but the lynx knew that something had to happen when your body couldn't do anything anymore. Usually it was sleep, but Fallah wasn't naive enough to believe that sleep could heal everything. No, Fallah felt like something more permanent happened, though this gembound had never seen it before, it was just a lucky feeling. Those thoughts in mind, Fallah prepared to fight to the death with this dragon. Whatever death was. "speak"

With one last swipe at his nose he was able to completely clear it. Through the red haze he saw it and with his unclogged nose he could smell it. The tasty scent of blood that excited his senses and sent his mind reeling with joy. The thing had crumpled to the ground and he let loose a loud roar of triumph. Excitedly he ran towards the fallen feline, fangs bared as he lunged towards that already opened underbelly... Only to have claws slash at his eyes. He was able to pull back to avoid the worst of it but he felt one claw across his nose horn and the rest across the front of his muzzle. It wasn't a particularly bad scratch and would likely scab over within a few hours.

He ignored the pain and went back for the feline's belly, aiming to tear it open or rip off a chunk of meat to whet his whistle. He was successful, just barely, and managed to get a small chunk of flesh which he ripped up and away from the feline. He tossed his head back and threw it up into the air, playing with it, shredding it a bit before it disappeared down his gullet. If he was left unchecked then the dragon would likely keep on with his gorey task until there was nothing left.

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words: 228
tagged: Fallah, Black, Fisher
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

Round V of V
Baratheon vs Fallah for almost Death

Attacks: Lunge for the belly!
Defenses: Trying to tuck his gem into the folds of his leg, fur, and abdomen.
Injuries: Gash on right side (old and scabbed over), Gash on right side of head (old and scabbed over), Cold face, Cold gem, Light scratches on the front of his muzzle

"Speech"
Thoughts

@Black
@Fisher