Nah not that,

She skulked outside the border, a watchmen to any who would venture near. She was particularly in a fighty mood at the moment, almost looking for a fight, and especially a reason to. While sparring with buddies was fine every once in a while, there was only a selective amount, particularly two, where she could do so. That wasn't much fun, especially when nothing truly rough could be brought.

Perhaps bloodthirsty at the moment, the fueling of prey wasn't enough to quench the battle hunger that Orlaith felt.

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The man needed a breather from his nonexistent trouble here in this unnamed and unnatural land of lies. There was simply no way that everyone here would be as nice as what they were, that they were free to hold conversations with strangers in borders of their own territory, that all was nice and right here. Too many he had come across had no drive, no desire to defend their claim with more than a greeting. He hadn't tasted hostility in a while, and now the brute craved it. He had been careful with his movements and motions before, yet as he hadn't crossed another set of wolves who had any motives other than merely existing, he had nothing to convince him otherwise.

That was until he smelled her. Coming from across the way, and being downwind, he was taking ground at a casual pace. Swallowing ground with his ominous shadow, the coming evening brought with it the King of Nightmares, and he watched the woman from one of the shadows of a heavy-laden spruce, one of the many dotting the rock plopped plane they trod. The breeze kept bringing her closer to him, her perfume fueling something risque in him. Volcanic irises layered her movements, taking in her energy, her posture, her thick and thirsty movements. She sought something, as he watched muzzle low as hers was, hers seeking anything to latch to, a trail, a scent, a movement. She felt as a tripwire would, colorfully molded to reflect forest fires, and the aftermath of it. Tragedy and triumph from destruction, and he wanted a taste of what she had to offer.

Forward, he marched. He would continue into the clearing of this live bomb, saying nothing, but she would know he was not here to talk. His body had no hostility to it, but the unnerving silence coupled with her already being on edge?

This was a flint to strike, and he was ready for the flames.

His stride fell into a slowed walk, then a stop a bit back, allowing her to analyze him and get whatever information she needed visually about his size, bulk and health, posture and mood. Nothing foamed dribbled from his lips, and his eyes were clear. His mind was clear. He knew what he wanted; and to a degree, felt the same about her.

Muscles had never moved so fast. His bound roped bulk forward as he went to assault a stranger, and release the built up tension he had held back for so long. He wouldn't kill her should she be willing to put up a good fight, and he expected the same of her. Expectations weren't everything, but considering she was a big girl with unclear standards, he would find out, eventually. Silently.

Brutally.
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1d5 = 3 hit

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It seemed like the Gods themselves granted two wolves what they desired; an incling of blood for carnal needs of natural release in other ways for pent up anger. When she could hear the grass rustle and the smell of a wolf galloping to her way, she was quick to turn toward him. A black figure like that night with a nauseating yellow, he was quick and had a face that was out for her, a fight granted to both as she whipped herself into a proper position.

The man head toward her, a bowing of jaws to spare with as she curled her head tightly to her throat and tail dipping to an appropriate level, no fool to a strangers sudden attack; no risks to be gained. Like a stomping of an army, so large and heavy woman rushed off into the same stance as him, and she bent her head low for an impact of manual force straight onto his center of balance.

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rolled 4! Slade's Health: 12/15

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Momentum was both a blessing and a curse as the cindery girl barrelled into him with the force of a train, a train with seemingly no brakes. She would need some. He used a moment of a half step she had taken with her barge, and shoved himself to meet her, only for their collarbones to slide off from the direct friction. Slipping past her was beneficial, as it allowed him an abrupt shove at her to tip her clean from her fours, and dive in. Fangs dove for a hunky shoulder, aiming to reap a sip of coppery red wine for all his trouble, should she not stop him.
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health: 11/15
rolled 1 hit point!
she is doing great

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It seemed that luck was not on her side though today, as the man managed to make her scramble a bit to gain her momentum on all fours, a hardy growl following after. She managed enough to gain back a good balance, though not enough to be free from the attack he gave. Her shoulder was cleanly took, feeling the fangs sink into her thick fur, even piercing, but now that he was so close she too wanted to gain a part of him. While she aimed for the face, she most likely was close to the ear and attempted to grab what she could to take hold, while he too clung to her shoulder.

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rolled a 4. Health: 11/15

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Being so preoccupied with trying to rid her of her balance, the fiery woman managed to snag a slip of his right ear, slicing cleanly through it with a stinging vehemence. That had only fueled him to unveil more of his might, regripping much more closer to the shoulderblades, and leaping his hefty ass over her, intent on slinging her at the most unconventional angle for her, possible.

She had such a high level of tenacity, and she wasn't giving up without a fight, his dripping ear warned him. Whether he would correctly heed it or not would be determined by the rest of this fight. He just hoped none of her packmates would come out here and finish him off in her defense. As of now, he was just enjoying himself. From the sounds of the growls and snarls she omitted, she was just having a grand time, herself.
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health: 7/15
hit: 4 points

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Though she didn't grab, more sliced through. At least if anything out of this battle, that slowly felt like losing, she managed to nip at her. When her head simply wisped passed to, she could see him trying to regrip and gain a better balance upon her, a mounting of sorts. Though she refused to let him so, rolling to gain a release of his grip over her shoulder and a distance to gain. He couldn't manage to gain ontop of her, though as she felt his jaws slacked, she could them glide alongside her side - not totally free from their entanglement.

Now side by side, she lunged her jaws to anything that could be grabbed, but particularly she aimed for the legs.

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rolled a 4! HP 7/15

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His paranoia surged as she had slipped free of him in the worst possible time of his regrip. She had timed herself acutely and it had impressed him as much as it warned him this was a dire situation they had begun to place themselves in. The bull had wrangled free, and he watched almost in slow motion as her horns began to come into play. He had tried to leapt out of the way in time, forelimb catching on the broad lay of her shoulders, ultimately stopping the both of their circuits. She had latched, alright-

Right to the underside of his cheek.

FUCK did it hurt. She had no issue yanking his head around as he had to make a sacrifice in his angle to finish this fight for good. Tossing himself down over her, he laid before her halfway on a sore shoulder, grabbing the side heft of her neck, the only chunk he was able to grab with her having him at such a precarious angle. With aims to hope making her feel as though she were in fact losing, he too began jerking and snatching, worming his weight around in hopes of making her give up. Who would ultimately cross that line? His stamina was draining pretty quick, and he had already noticed the reflexes dulling as well with his oncoming lethargy. However, she had slowed considerably too, and their steam was simpering out. They were seemingly evenly matched - Who would tire first? And what would whoever didn't, do?
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HP: 3/15
rolled 3!

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She too was getting tired, feeling the exhaustion come forward. Though the warrior wouldn't give up, not until she was either satisfied, or won. In general, Orlaith was a sore loser, and if she lost this fight, she was fully prepared to call it but a 'friendly spare' if anyone would ask, rather then a serious match between two strangers. She could snap and claw all she wanted, but none would matter when the two would lose their strength of fight.

Though she managed to catch his cheek, it was released when she felt the teeth sink into her neck. A moment of thanks for being a meaty woman, someone of a rather puffy flank that wouldn't cause immediate skin breaking, but oh did she feel the muscle as if was tearing away at her neck, and that was dangerous. As he flung his head back and forth, tearing through and throw all she could do as follow her head against to avoid massive breaking of skin.

She would try and try, to use her back legs to kick him so, and her front ones clawing anywhere to catch, legs, chest, anywhere to reach. Her jaws would not be of use in this moment.

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Rolled a 5, ILY GN  Health 4/15

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His chest heaved as he sought to breathe through their entanglement. It was a trying experience, for sure. But she had pulled free and so had he. His face rang a slick well of blood dripping from the gouge she had carved from it, and his ears rang with the sounds of their pants and the thuds the flats of her heels cracked against him. it gave the two space, and he allowed her her own. His hellfire gaze remained hungrily on her. 

Right now, he could have her all to himself. He could finish her, drag his teeth over her abdomen and weigh her down as he tore her apart from the outside, in.  He hadn't tasted Wolf flesh in a while, and it was certainly worth it from such a heavily worthy girl. 

But he wouldn't. Better to season the enemy with betterment, than cull them outright. But who was to say she was an enemy? She put up a valiant fight, and gained a heft of respect from him. "I'll be back for our second date," his baritones were huffed out as she was given more space while he backed up and began limping back across the plain. "Make sure you're in your best dress."

And then, he was swallowed by the woods, beyond.
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She had gone down in the fight, an unwillful lost that brought Orlaith to glare at the man. Down in the floor, and huffed her body up but she was weak. Still, even in the lowest of forms did she growl from the depth of her throat, and the last strength that she could muster, would produce a howl to warn the rest, for the man was dangerous.

Yet instead of taking her down as the stranger challenged her so (and accepted) without much notice, he also left with words, promising to return another day. She didn't comment, watching his figure disappear from the range. Her paws grasped the ground, digging in an air while mouth snarled back in a rage..

No one saw, no one needs to know.

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