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After having been denied passage to the northern pack with the aweful warlord, he sets out alone to find maybe a bit of information in this new land. His memory is rotten, forever shrouding what he knows by the thickest of fog that he cannot recall even the slightest details of his past. For a few moments, he believes he’s died and fallen to the next realm. But he feels. He has all of his senses and wits about him, so he cannot be dead. Can he?

No, the World Eater cannot die. He thinks arrogantly.

So, he trudges along the forested base of a threatening looking mountain. A light drizzle coats his pelt and the clouds have covered the skies in the dead of night. With his head comfortably level with broad shoulders, his steps are long and purposeful, but with no real destination in mind.

He must find out where he is.
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It had been months by her count. Months since she'd woken up here, unable to shift, unable to find her home or even her city. A whole entire fucking city and she couldn't fucking find it. Carmine eyes glinted in her simmering rage, teeth gnashing together as she dwelled on it all. There was something infuriating about being stuck like this, despite the fact that she frequented this form by choice.

And there was the crux of it all.

The choice had been removed from her, taken from her, stolen from her, and that was undoubtedly the thing that pissed her off the most. It got under her skin, burrowed into her flesh like a parasite, chewing and eating away at whatever patience she had left. And of that, there was very very little.

The once-woman, now-wolf stalked around the mountain with a snarl set on her face, ignoring most of what was going on around her. It didn’t concern her, didn’t matter to her. None of it did. Teeth gnashing, rubied eyes narrowed, Alina did not miss the amalgamation of grays and blacks that moved in her direction, in her fucking path. It could have been a wolf, but it’s face was wrong. Ugly.

Then again, her attitude was just as ugly as his face. Probably more so. 

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Alduin’s mood is probably just as sour as hers. Not only has he been disrespected, but he’s been shunned. Though, these things wouldn’t be so detrimental to his mood if he didn’t have a god complex, but he does. The fact that that beast couldn’t see past his looks alone is what bothers him. Alduin knows what he is. He’s a damn good warrior and he’s strong to boot. He’s well honed in making strategies and the idea of killing someone comes to him as easy as breathing.

Still, it doesn’t stop the huff of irritation that falls from his lips. And to make everything better, he sees a figure of white pop up in his peripheral. Great. Now he has company.

He would shift his gaze to the small pale woman that seems to be stomping past him. That’s even better, she looks just as pissed as him. Two angry wolves together in one place never mix well. To make matters worse, she even has the guts to stop and stare at him. That same look of disgust on her face makes him stop walking and regard her with his full attention.

His expression is deadpan and his eyes bright with irritation. “Do I have something on my face, woman?” He hums in a way that shows his clear dislike. His voice rolling out the syllables deeply, deathly serious despite the almost jesting comment.

Then he goads her. “Why don’t you come have a closer look.” The prince urges.
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Of course he spoke to her. Of course he did. She couldn’t walk past anyone without them having to open their stupid fucking mouths. Just another piece of shit to throw on the pile, she supposed. Her paws halted as her eyes rolled, sneering at the pitiful looking man. 

“Just thinking about how much your parents must have hated the fact that they didn’t abort you before they saw how goddamn ugly you were.”

Venom, cold and uncaring, spat from her mouth. She was not stupid enough to fall prey to such an obvious tactic, though it seemed he was stupid enough to try. “’d rather not. Any closer and I’ll vomit for being so fucking disgusted.”
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When she too stops moving he already knows she’s about to swing some useless comeback his way. He’s way too prepared for it, so when it comes he’s not even fazed. Rather his face continues to stay in that distasteful scowl he’d already had it in. Yet, it shifts more into an expression that says ‘Oh, you think that hurts my feelings?’.

Even as her next comeback is thrashing about in his ears from her distasteful and disrespectful little mouth he only lets out an observant “Mm.” It’s a sound of acknowledgment, but otherwise shows he’s not bothered by her words.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” He asks in that deep baritone oh so evenly
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What was that fucking sound? Mm. Was he sucking on a fucking lollipop? Or was it a dick? Whatever it was, it made her want to punch him directly in his arrogant fucking throat. Teeth ground together as her lips peeled back, ears pinning back against her skull briefly before she surged forward, jaws snapping harshly for his face. It was a reach due to his size but what Alina lacked in size, she made up for in speed, agility, and brutality. All that rage in such a tiny form was bound to come out somehow, right?

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Rolled for initiative hit or miss on discord.

Results:
gina — Today at 11:59 AM
rolling a 1d100 for hit or miss. evens hit, odds miss.
Avrae — Today at 11:59 AM
Result: 1d100 (56)
Total: 56

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Doing the same hit system as you. Evens are hits, odds are misses.
Result: 1d100 (56)
Total: 56

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Alduin can’t say he didn’t see it coming, ‘cause he totally did. Now, was he prepared? No, not really.

Even as his eyes reflect back the depths of hell back to her own fiery ones, he doesn’t prepare. She’s a quick little thing, full of spunk and a coiled up energy ready to pop at any moment. So, when he sees the gleam of pearly whites, he still doesn’t prepare for an attack. He’s sure he would’ve gotten a sneer out of her from his snarky comment.

Yet, only as she coils herself low like a snake ready to strike does he really understand that she’s actually going for it? Doesn’t she know what’s good for her? Sure, she’s quick, but if he gets one good bite on her it’s over.

So, it’s at this point his muscles flex in order to react. It’s too late. Her teeth slice into his handsome face, drawing two deep lines across his left cheek. The only reason she didn’t bite his nose off is for the fact that he flinched and turned his head. Though his nose is intact, she’s able to slice through that and part of his lip as well.

His own teeth part and now he looks like the devil himself. Which lips wrinkled up and brows furrowed, his maw opens wide in a vicious growl.

“Back down, little girl — if you know what’s good for you.” He snarls back in such a commanding and deep tone that anyone with ears could hear the thinly veiled death threat — a warning more like.

And that’s the only one he will give.

Alduin partially rears onto hind legs before sending a brutal kick to her neck and chest. With legs thick and well built with muscle, surely she would feel something. And to think he wasn’t going to give any more warnings because technically that’s his second. Next time, he’ll be using his teeth.
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The taste of blood was sharp as it rolled over her tongue, harsh notes of iron giving her a brief flash of victory as her teeth scored upon his muzzle, small tears left in the wake of her attack. Nothing major, not really, but enough to tell him she'd had enough of his bullshit, enough of his inbred mug. Of course, she'd have been stupid if she thought he wouldn't retaliate and if Alina was anything, it wasn't stupid.

She sprung back a short distance, her own snarl answering his as he chided her, condescended her. Little girl. The answering snarl that ripped from her throat was thunderous and if she could have spit venom at him, she would have.

As it was, Alina met his attack head on, charging into his horse-like movement, once paw glancing off her shoulder while the other bruised her chest. And yet still, she surged forward again, taking the opening and opportunity he gave her to weave past his flailing limbs and snap those vicious teeth at the thick fat off his throat.

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Avrae — Today at 1:46 PM
Result: 1d100 (93)
Total: 93
gina — Today at 1:46 PM
oof a miss

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Result: 1d100 (66)
Total: 66
Alduin used BITE!

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This woman is fast he has to admit. When he rears up, she’s bounding away much quicker than he’d probably be able to. Yet she comes back, right into his powerful jab too.

Silly, silly girl.

Not only does she get hit, but she just keeps on coming. Something he’s surprised and she only suffers from a mere stumble. That stumble allows him to make his hit. Which is terribly unfortunate for her because he hits her like a powerhouse. Rushing into her with hind legs planted firmly behind him, his jaws open terrifyingly wide. He would attempt to snatch her up by her scruff, neck, or jawline. Either — or, he does not care. All he knows is that when he makes contact he would instantly go for a wild shake, putting his entire body into the motion of ripping her flesh apart.

He’s done playing games.
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Even when she hadn't been stuck as a wolf, the woman had been a small-statured powerhouse. Kickboxing did wonders for her aggression and her matches in The Cage helped keep her levelheaded. Mostly. Maybe that was why she felt so pent up and frustrated, why she felt the itch and urge to just rip into something. To Alina's credit, she didn't often give into that urge, but to her discredit, she had started a fight when it was barely, hardly warranted.

Did that stop her though?

Hell no.

She felt him move, his massively fat ass slow due to his size. If she'd been lightning, he'd be molasses; while his teeth scored upon her, Alina was quick enough to twist and take the brunt of his bite upon the shoulder he'd made contact with earlier. It was a calculated move, taking the hit so she could strike another blow. Like a viper, her head flashed forward, jaws snapping for this soft spot where his jaw met his neck. 

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Avrae — Today at 3:45 PM
Result: 1d100 (66)
Total: 66

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The scent of that mutt still lingered around as the Boss of the Nightwalkers wandered the Temperate regions. It seemed they were not frightened enough to flee far far away from the lands where the Warlord's reach stretched. Though they were neutral lands, Vengeance saw them as all his claim - his and of course Célnes' to a certain degree should she ever leave her woods to do more than lay around and have him do all the work for her.

Between the lands that stretched across the Reach and the Elk's claim, there he saw something of interest to watch. The fiery woman he had met once before in the middle of a battle with the mutt. Stopping in mid stride, he would wait and watch to see what would happen here. She was a fierce little thing, but would the arrogance of the brindle back mutt be proven?

It didn't matter. The Nightwalkers had no place for one of his genetics, but she - well, he was intrigued in the little spitfire.

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Since we know the outcome of the fight, he’s offering her her first verbal warning to a major injury (even though it’s not even gonna be major and he’s probably not evening going to go through with it lol, or even be able to as a matter of fact).

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Her speed is the only thing saving her from certain death he concludes. The only reason he hasn’t snapped her furry little neck right now.

But this slippery woman has a few tricks under her sleeve, definitely a skilled warrior at that. He’s only able to shred her shoulder and in turn he gets vicious teeth to his throat. She definitely punctures through skin, he can feel the white hot burn of her teeth sinking into the soft, and horribly squishy flesh. With lips snarled up, saliva and blood would drip disgustingly from an open maw as he tries his luck at tucking his chin. The action is pared with a heavy paw settling over her neck and shoulders, claws digging into her flesh in an attempt to free himself. When that doesn’t work he knows he must go to more extreme measures. It would cause more damage in the end but he’d be free for another attack.

So, as one does, Alduin risks it for the biscuit. Lowering his form closer to her height he shakes his body and launches himself away from her. Prompting her teeth to tear further into his throat as he rips her mouth from his neck. He’d be sent flying onto his back and fluently rolling up onto his feet in the same motion.

The prince looks anything but a prince, rather he looks like a beast — the devil. With hackles spiked up, saliva mixed with blood falling from a bloody maw, and crimson painted over his chest, he reflects absolute hellfire in focused ruby eyes. He would ready for her next attack, planting his paws wide apart as he gets ready to strike.

A rumbling growl sent from hades himself falls from his lips, along with a deathly threat. “Flee or die, woman. I’m not going to spare you.” It’s not a promise, it’s a fact.
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Fight and tear himself away as he might, Alina kept her jaws locked down upon his neck, teeth buried in his flesh until the very last. Even then, as the inbred creature wrenched himself away, the white bitch yanked herself backwards, a whip of her head tearing a chunk of flesh and fat and fur free of where her teeth had been living for a minute. Sadly, she hadn't had a good enough grip to rip his throat out, or even get a big chunk of him, but the grey, almost black fur was held tightly in her jaws all the same as she stared him down, triumph clear and loud in those vermillion eyes.

Ignoring the weak threat he made as she spit his flesh from her mouth, Alina made a show of wrinkling her muzzle in distaste. “I'm pretty sure I tasted oil there. Do you just eat everything you come across, you fat fuck?” No wonder he was goddamn slow. “You'd have to catch me first to kill me, and uh.” Red eyes flickered over him before she laughed sharply, derisively, blood dripping from her fur where it had sprayed over her when she'd torn a piece of him off. “Good fucking luck.”
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Unfortunately for the smaller female - she had lost. That much was clear. Well, even he knew you couldn't win them all as frustrating as that was, what must sting more for her was the fact that it was to some mutt as well. For a moment the thought of leaving them and continuing on his merry way did cross his mind - but as the half-breed barked his threat and the woman did not back down, well, colour him interested.

It didn't seem like she would flee, she taunted and laughed and he was certain the fight would continue. With a guttural, carnal bark he'd approach regardless if she wanted the assistance. They had left their previous encounter on bitter terms and it was unlikely this would help her sour disposition - but it was either that and get beat twice by some mongrel.

With a snarl as he focused no the brindle hybrid, his message was clear. Move on or he would be your next opponent. A snap of yellowed teeth and saliva spewing from his lips, he neither wasn't playing any games. Already wounded in the previous battle - would this stupid inbred also risk a second one with a new opponent or live to fight another day after licking his wounds?

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His throat burns as if flames licked his torn flesh. Perhaps pulling away wasn’t the soundest of ideas, but what other option did he have? The little spitfire would’ve crushed his windpipe if given the chance. And he wouldn’t let her get the chance again.

So even as she pulls back and they size one another up, a sneer of his bloody face, she spews useless insults. Her words mean nothing to him, the only viable weapons she has against him is her speed and teeth.

The dark prince would growl lowly. He can admit when an opponent is skilled, but he would not let her win. “Stop talking and use your fucking teeth instead.” He spits.

With that, he would lunge towards her, yet little does he know he would miss by just a hair. His fangs would slice through the air just beside her face, almost taking a whole ear off. His jaws would clamp shut around nothing, the power behind it making an audible click like that of an alligator. She’s lucky she’s fast, or he would’ve broken her nose and probably some bones with the force of it.

Or at least that’s what he would’ve done, if a certain man didn’t appear from the woodworks.

He would spit out his words, but instead of lunging, his head turns to meet eyes with that ragged man from the northern packlands. His face is already twisted into a sneer, but when he catches the whiff and sight of him he would scoff. He snarls back at the World Eater and he wouldn’t move a damn inch.

“Obsessed with me, aren’t you?” He jests blandly, a grim tone to his voice. “This is a fight between her and I. Be a man and allow us to finish what she started.” He doesn’t speak down to him, rather he’s speaks as if he is talking to a fellow warrior. Deep baritone rough as he points out the fact that this woman is the one who attacked him and he plans to finish it.
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“Fucking bring it, motherfucker.” Her teeth clicked, snapping on empty air as she goaded him, wanting to sink her teeth in again and tear more of his fat-laden flesh away. But the sorry bastard didn't bring it, instead pulling his eyes away, away from her, to look at something else. Another snap of teeth as her rage boiled and blossomed, spilling over the sides. How dare he look away from her when they were in the midst of a fight!

It was the snarl that pulled her attention, stiffening as another approached. She moved then, so that she was angled towards both of them, pearly white teeth bared in threat. It took a moment, several really, for Alina to gather that the shit-smelling asshole before them was: a) someone she had run into before, b) someone that smelled even worse than he had the last time she'd seen him, and c) defending her. She scoffed. As if she needed defending, having practically bathed in the blood of her enemy.

“You're damn right I started it, you sorry sack of shit.” She wasn't some weak-willed, soft-spined cunt that was going to try and lay blame elsewhere. No, she would own that shit, and proudly at that. “You wanna keep fighting, let's fucking go.” In other words: don't talk about it, be about it. He was the one that had pulled away after all. As if to punctuate her desire to further beat this fat fuck into the blood-spattered ground, the werewolf lunged forward again, teeth snapping purposefully on the thinning air between them.
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It didn't matter how the mutt spoke to him - he saw what he saw and what he saw was a disgusting mutt who was still lingering but a day's walk away from the Reach from here. Their stench being spread on what would be his claim (not official Ven just thinks that). There was no room for diplomacy here and the Warlord didn't flinch at their words or the return of the snarl meeting his own. 

He certainly did love to talk -  him and his female companion who also ran from their borders not too long after he did. Nor did it matter who started what, this wasn't some whelping den of squabbling children.

All he needed was the woman to make her decision and he followed in her tracks. The thought of ripping apart this hybrid and rid themselves of some dirty blood excited him as rubies shimmered with the delight of bloodshed this day. To purge the bad blood of these lands, one less dog to eat their resources.

As she moved so did he. Electricity coursing through his veins as he pushed forward with the desire to sink his fangs into the brindle boy's skin. Perhaps next time he would leave the Temperate at a faster pace than linger here and risk encountering the Warlord again - if he lived to try another day. 

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Just gonna have home boy dip without an escape roll. If y’all would rather me roll for an escape don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll do so and edit my post afterwards <3

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Alduin would bristle at the loud mouthed woman’s annoyingly irritating voice — he couldn’t give fuck all to what she had to say. She offers a daring snap in his direction, but doesn’t move otherwise. He ignores her completely — there’s bigger fish in the pond now and it’s the man snarling straight in his face.

Oh, but he moves and the next thing he sees are jaws wide open and moving terribly fast in his direction.

Despicable.

Alduin would snarl as he struggles to move out of the way fast enough. He’s quick, but not enough to avoid injury all together. Vengeance would be able to snatch up a chunk of fur, as well as rake his fangs through the side of his muscled neck as he goes for his escape. It’s a small price to pay — a hit to his pride — but he has no idea if that woman plans on taking up the fight against him as well. And he sure as fuck doesn’t trust her to stay out of it if Alduin were to go at it with the disgusting male.

Would keep his posture strong as he accepts a gallop to leave the two. That man is the worst of the worst it seems, but in order to have free reign, one must make good with the bad.
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Her threat was backed up, doubled by the foul smelling behemoth that dove past her and after the ugly creature. Snorting, Alina watched the ruddy wolf move away, ears flickering back, low against her skull for another moment before she turned her own blood stained form away. If Oscar the Grouch Putrid wanted to pick up where she'd left off then that was fine by her; she needed to find the river she'd seen before and assess her own injuries.

Alina exits.
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As the mutt runs off a second time, his posture was not one that pleased him. Still proud despite his cowardly blood and cowardly actions as of late - the Warlord gave chase for a few strides as he snapped at the brindle's heels. Hungrily hoping to snap them off as a prize to take back to the mist.

This time he would be given the slip as the mutt ran off. There was little need for Vengeance to give chase this time around but he would not ease up on his prejudism against his kind simply because he was insistent in being treated like the others. To be treated like the better half of his blood that he was lucky to have been born with.

Like that silence had found its way to the crag. As the mutt ran off the pale female wandered away to what he assumed would be to wash off and treat her wounds. He would, in fact, follow at his own leisure pace. 

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