Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother, Send Your Child Unto Me!

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Open to either pack, or loners! He is sitting on Dragonford/Northfall borders

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They were at war with their neighbours.

The leviathan sat and watched the shared borders, never crossing over to the other side but closely keeping an eye on any movements.

This wasn't something new to him, of what he could remember.

War was normal where he was from, a live he had left behind long ago to live a more peaceful life and yet it followed him here too. 

Vendrussel had shed first blood, not without her reasons, and Northfall had returned the favour by injuring her.

So now there was no option for peace. Only bloodshed and pain and... filth. It would become such a wretched battle. Wounds, pain, suffering, lost loved ones. It would not end well on either side and he already lamented such a thing.  

But he had a duty to his pack. Sworn to Vendrussel and her cause, Aarkron remained steadfast. Watching the borders carefully in between hunts. So far it was quiet... eventless. Just as he liked it. The wakes liked the beaches of which he stood upon, mist shrouding his pale physique as he stood guard over a small fallen seal - something he would bring back to Dragonford to share with his kin - but not without some guard duties being done first for a little while...

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 He was flying about the wide expanse of Northfall, searching down below for something shiny to add to his hoard. He liked shiny colorful things and was quite adept at finding such things with his keen avian gaze. So far, his search among the peaks had been fruitless so he figured he'd fly down towards the shoreline to see if anything had washed up on the beach. He flapped his wings, letting out a forlorn croak as he went. It was wordless, just a noise to make noise since he enjoyed the sound of his own voice.

 He made another one as he easily flew on the breeze with wide wings outstretched and purple eyes looking for... a wolf? Was there something in the mist? He banked to the left, coming around to more easily see what was down there. Oh! Prey for one, a tasty fat seal! He clacked his beak together gleefully. The only problem was the white wolf that seemed to be guarding it... Was that one of the Dragon Wolves? Was he trespassing? Krakarak couldn't really tell where the borders were, he didn't have the fine nose that wolves did but he figured that the dragon was close enough to their land to sound the alarm. Besides, if the wolf was killed in a fight, he'd get the seal and the wolf's flesh.

 He flew up higher into the air and let out a screeching caw to draw attention to his fellows in Northfall. "KRAKAKAW! INTRUDER! INTRUDER! KRAKAW! HE GOTS PREY! INTRUDER INTRUDER!" He flew above the wolf, circling and cawing to draw attention to his position.

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He was being passive, in his opinion. A little intense as he watched the borders, but he wasn't intruding on anyone or anything. Just doing what wolves do and hunted on neutral lands along the unclaimed beaches, and just quietly minded his own business. 

So when the avian started making a ruckus, he was only slightly allowed at it. His stare only shifted but not morphing into something new as he eyed the thing going back into flight high above where it was out of reach. “Tsch.” He would only curl a lip lightly in annoyance at the sound.

He didn't have time to deal with a crow calling out to their enemies and thinking they can take his hard-earned groceries from him. They too had hungry mouths to feed and they could go out on their own to hunt as opposed to taking what he had worked for.

Grabbing the small seal by the blubbery back of its nape, he would start to drag it back toward Dragonford, hopefully before anyone else would come and make this more difficult than necessary.

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Sindri rolled a 3 for dmg!

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The shield maiden's rage had never ended and ohh, it never would. Though she knew her child to be amongst the Gods now, this did not mean she would not punish any and all who hurt her babies. And this rage she held, held no bounds.

Sindri missed her wife dearly. Missed her strength, her wisdom, her leadership. Not that Ragnar was doing horribly so but the trio and their shared children would never be the same without her. Now, Frigg and Ynness both watched from Valhalla's gates.

She'd hope to be seen by them now.

The swift killer's bright eyes snap upwards, narrowing at the skies as she hears the warning calls of their watcher. She follows them, quick on her feet and without an ounce of hesitation. She would see Krakarak in the skies now and quickly began to close the distance between herself and the enemy white wolf.  As far as Sindri was well aware, there wasn't any unclaimed beaches between the coast which the mountains plummet into and out to their islands, and then southward to the brim which stretched further then Sindri had ever been able to tread safely. All of which was southward of them until reaching the great chain of mountains.

It was all which the Isle wolves now called their own and Sindri didn't give a flying fuck.

So she charged on, directly towards the man who guarded his kill. As she came forward, she would feint- but not to either side as typical, for that was still a 50/50 shot against her that her opponent would choose correctly. Instead, she dropped low, as short she was, directly in between his limbs and kept running as she lifted her jaws upward, so that she might run out from under his back side and perhaps snatch some of his manhood with her.

A great beastly fellow. Taller then Vendrussel and much, much larger. She had fell hard. Perhaps if his leader hadn't fallen from a cliff, he would fall have fell harder.
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He never really wanted to fight. If anything he wanted to just keep an eye on them and just tell them off should their neighbours get cute of any kind. But it seemed that the fight was coming to him in the end. A little spitfire running down from the mountains and toward him as he barely could see her approaching within the mist. The first thing he felt was someone between his legs and as if he would allow her anywhere near those tender bits!

With a swift motion he moved his hips, shuffling over to one side in a quick movement while thrusting his knee toward her head with every intention of making her see stars. Aarkron had no desire to make another corpse out of them, just to be ultimately left alone and maybe make them think twice of coming down with teeth bared - though... maybe their leaders is what caused such animosity to begin with. Oh how he would have preferred to just prepare a nice feast for them all to bond over instead.

Turf wars were never fun - they could be strong together instead.

But such a dream was just not meant to be.

For now he dropped his prey, stomping his feet to trample over the little tyke of a woman beneath him with his own snapping teeth to try and force her to move away and give him space.

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HP: 17/20   |   Damage Roll: 7

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 Circle and caw. Circle and caw. That was all he did, screeching his little heart out with the lovely sounds of his voice. It allowed him to hear himself even more as well as draw attention to this horrid interloper! Granted, Krakarak didn't care if he was trespassing or not, he was just a bloodthirsty little thing that liked the violence. That others did, because he wasn't going to risk getting killed by fighting. Hypocritical when he'd just called others weak for not fighting? Sure. But the way Krakarak saw it, he should be able to hold himself to different standards for the simple reason that he was so amazing.

 Regardless, his calls brought forth The Female Ragnar. He, hadn't really remembered her name. Something not-good and plain and frilly sounding like all of the other wolves' names. Except Ragnar. That was a good and proper name there. It was another reason why he liked the man. Of course, that wasn't the main point of what was happening now, was it?

 Krakarak ceased his cawing when The Female Ragnar began to attack the white interloper. He circled high above, watching with keen eyes as she attempted to throw down. Tsk. It looked like she wasn't doing too well to start off. Did he have to help everyone around here? He spiraled down a little further so that he could aim correctly and then let loose with a sloppy bird poop at the white wolf. Maybe he'd get it in his eyes or distract him long enough for the smaller female to do some real damage. That was all the help she was getting from him!

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Rolled a 4 on damage. Taking 5 points away from HP due to his fight with Nyra and his sustaining injuries <3
G HP: 15

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Ghidorah has been hanging around these wolves who call themselves Northfall. Their lineage, Stormborn, just as Ghidorah seems to have been. He finds the small group of wolves interesting, but he has yet to know them. It will take time before he even regards them as anything but strangers, but they are showing him the ropes and they speak of war. Which he is interested in. If only to sink his teeth into flesh and draw blood from another body — to take a life and restore his immortality.

Today, he hears a crow cawing high in the sky — a warning. There’s a stranger? He moves atop a hill, crawling his way up a large rock to see past the trees below. He sees the female wolf known as Sindri bolting down the mountain towards a paler wolf. He squints his eyes in interest and a barely there smile blooms when he watches her attack them.

Ghidorah hums low in his throat and in that moment he knows he wants some of this stranger too. So he drops himself from the rocks and moves into a rushing gallop to meet the two. He doesn’t know this wolf, but all he knows is that they seem to not be on their side. Therefore they’re free game.

Sindri would dart around the man and he would move to protect himself. His teeth show as they snap at Sindri and Ghidorah quickens his pace. Large paws pound against the ground and a growl rumbles in his throat, there’s no way this stranger wouldn’t see him coming. What with his glorious size and godly features, one should be terrified of his appearance alone and if they’re not, he’d give them a reason to be.

He wouldn’t stop, actually he keeps going, looking to knock the wind out of the other wolf to prevent his teeth from meeting Sindri’s flesh. He knows the female warrior can handle her own, but the unnecessary, raw desire to protect her surfaces within him. Hopefully his own body crashing into the others own would open up an opportunity of attack for her as well.
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Chasm had awoken again in his little shallow beach indent that he called home. He swiveled his head around nervously. The large terrifying white giant was nowhere in sight. For several days he had been getting care from the other. Chasm had to say that it definitely did not feel like a rom com, more like a prisoner before execution. Though he had to admit he was feeling a lot better thanks to his help. His fever had broke and his body was on the offensive against these nasty pathogens! He still felt like shit, but at least he didn't feel like he was baking in an oven in Antarctica. Yep, every morning he came by...every morning...except this one apparently. It was...disturbing, eerie like a premonition of a show getting into the climax phase.

He had squealed to never leave his bed again, buttttt if the other was taking a day off, so too could Chasm. He did enough waiting around in his previous life. He wanted to move these legs to a brighter future, adventure awaits! Getting up, Chasm took one step outside of his den and froze with an eternal cringe, waiting for the behemoth to come screeching at him. But nothing happened. With a smug smile, Chasm left his den to explore and stretch his legs.

It didn't take him long to notice something of interest. A single raven making a ruckus. He remembered the magic box told him that ravens were what wolves used a lot to find food. He immediately brighten. He had no idea how to hunt and yet imagine him securing a feast for his new pack. With a happy hum, he sped towards it.

Still pretty speedy even when under the weather, he arrived to a startling scene. There was the behemoth in a fight with two other wolves. Fangs were shown in every direction, his caretaker outnumbered. Perhaps Chasm's first instinct should have been to join the fight without hesitation. Instead it was the scholar's approach. He rushed over near the fighting (not too close). "Oi, oi! Let's calm down a second guys! Beating each other up isn't going to solve anything! ...G-guys?" It was like he wasn't even there. He watched a navy black wolf that was terrifyingly huge collide into Aarkron. It was like watching two titans duke it out.

Realizing he wasn't stopping this fight fast enough with words, Chasm adapted on the fly as he saw the other stranger, the smaller one, ready to dish what she could onto Aarkron. When you can't beat them, join them. His heart trembled in fear, threatening to break out of his chest but he could not stand the idea of his packmate being hurt. Even if he was scary, he had been so nurturing and caring in his own weird way. Pawing his straps off he let out a snarl he didn't know he had in him, and sped into the fight to ram into the smaller one, possibly knocking them both down to a tumble. If not, Chasm would merely stumble and try to grab onto her with his mouth for the mere reason of reflex to try and not fall. It was clear he was not much of a fighter.

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Slight PP, tell me if you want anything changed! Due to being sick, Chasm has a health de-buff.
HP: 15/20   |   Damage Roll: 4
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Dmg taken from both Aark & Chasm. She's at 9/20 HP! Rolled a 9 for dmg against Chasm!

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Legs begin stomping, pounding. Like an elephant trying to jump around to get away from a mouse. Sindri yips loudly, scrambling to get out from under the wolf as her plan of exiting out his backside had not quite turned out successfully. He steps on her tail, on her toes and juts out a leg that smacks square into her ribs- she felt bruised as the wind was knocked from her already.

She quickly dances away ounce out from under him- just as was the white warrior's plan. Whipping around, she does so with just enough time to see Aark now being left to collide with their newest member. He had yet to gain her trust but was a wolf (at least now) that enjoyed a fight as much as she, but he craved it more, craved blood, craved murder. Maybe problematic in the long run (if he could not be contained) but an asset to them now in times of war.

Sindri however wouldn't get the chance to get a good attack in on Aarkron, to her dismay. As she went for him, instead she was knocked down by another of the Isle. Sindri rolled with the ram as she often did ans away, jumping up onto her legs once more to face off her newest target. A young male, a yearling himself and even smaller then she.

She lunges then, changing her attack style based on the smaller opponent. She aims to come in low, to seize the side of the other wolf's neck at its jugular point. And, should her grip be as successful as she hoped, to jerk/half toss the young man down onto the ground.

“I'd take a close look at who your siding with, boy.” She speaks so after her damaging blow and jumps back, ready for his and her own next move should he continue on. “You don't have to die because of your leader's blood for pups.” She'd give him the chance, but only once. Leave the islanders or die with them.
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He didn't want to fight, it simply came to him from all angles and honestly he was not having any of it. Aarkron much preferred the life of a healer, of a caregiver by keeping others of his pack healthy and their lands clean from any refuse from littering finished meals and other unpleasantries that might stink up their land. But it seems being a warrior would continue to plague him, to come no matter what his plans were to live just a simple life.

At least the woman was no longer under him. Having learned her lesson from trying to be sneaky and think her size would be any blessing against him. These scars came from somewhere he thought as the sand dragon remembered his last conversation with @Kei. Muscle memory of a time before this would be key to this battle and well... so far so good. Well that was before the shit fell from the skies staining his coat. He could only see as it landed on his chest, the greenish tint and fowl odour sending him into an absolute frenzy. 

He wanted that bird dead.

Fuck a passive life. So long as that bird still breathed, he would hunt it down for shitting on him!

And he would take out this rage on the ones who decided to take up arms against him.

Someone else joined the fray to take the heat off of this woman. Which wouldn't work. Two vs one, even Aarkron who wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree lately as he was regaining his thoughts and memories knew it would only spell disaster if he changed targets now. Get rid of one to even out the field... With a furious snarl he shook off the collision rather well and continued to snap toward the smaller female's body as she focused on - wait was that his patient who joined as well?

Well... on one hand it was good to no longer be alone in this fight but HIS ILLNESS WOULD ONLY GET WORSE WITH THE STRESS.

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HP: 13 / 20  |   Rolled 6 for damage, attacks Sindri

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Krakarak can be skipped!

 Bull's Eye! The raven laughed delightedly as his poop splattered across the bit white wolf's chest. His cackling caws filled the air as he glided in leisurely circles above the battlefield, he was safe where he was. Out of reach of all of the wolves and their retribution while he could watch chaos unfold beneath him. More wolves began to show, adding to the fangs and the snarling. The sounds of battle filled the air and he practically breathed it all in, bloodthirsty little bird that he was. "Get them! Get them! Krak Krak! Make'em dead! Haw haw!" He called out encouragement to his fellows, egging on the fight below.

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Rolled a 9 — Attacking Aarkron.
G HP: 15

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Ghidorah watches this little runt run into the fight trying his hardest to break it up with a few words, but they all know it won’t be that easy. Right when he decides to try and make a move on Sindri. Chasm tries the same move Ghidorah tried on the other’s ally, it hardly does much to the sparky shewolf. Well, it does knock her down but she gracefully rolls to her paws once more. Only to snap up a scruff and spit words at him.

The god turned mortal smirks at those words too, smirks even harder when their crow friend decides to shit on the other unfortunate wolf too. How unlucky of him and Ghidorah can’t help but think of how good that bird’s aim is.

His smirk is wiped off his maw and replaced with a snarl with crinkling, pulled back lips, showcasing dangerous fangs that he plans to sink into them. Specifically the pale one. How dare he ignore him and snap teeth at Sindri. He hits his mark, but he doesn’t pay much attention to that, he plans on taking the heat off of her so she can deal with the ankle biter of a wolf that she threw off to the side.

Ghidorah would growl low in his throat. “Maybe you should pay attention to the real fucking threat here. Me.”

With that he’d strike. Lunging forward and attempting to snatch up the meat of the other man’s thigh. His teeth would sink in deep and he’d play a fun game of tug o’ war with it. Putting his body into a rabid shake and squatting his lower body and attempt to pull Aarkron away from Sindri, all the while doing as much damage as he’s able to.
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Chasm ended up rolling with the other who got up far quicker than him. Her fangs were practically upon his throat, only a slight slip of the paws saved his jugular vein from getting ripped out. Instead the lower section of his neck near his shoulder-blade was grabbed and he found himself wincing from the pain as he was grabbed and thrown roughly to the ground, rocks slicing up the left side of his face as he ate the dirt, blood drizzling from his throat. Specks of black were already gathering in sight again as his body screamed for no other action but to crumble. He had just started but was already so close to his limits. Slowly getting up, he found himself making eye-contact with the other. She spoke to him then and his mouth was found agape from her words. At first it was excitement. This was the classic 'we can rule together' trope where the bad guy(s) asked the main hero to join their cause instead.

But the childish excitement of living the adventure from the magic box quickly died as it sunk in. This was not a wolf of evil from as far as he could tell. No hellfire or tentacles were anywhere. She was just fighting for her beliefs. She probably had likes and dislikes and loved ones too. She suffered and bled like each other as well. A visible expression of sadness and grief transformed his face. He didn't want to fight her or any of them. Surely they could save everyone from some pain and time if they talked instead. Chasm was a bitter wolf, but his heart was far too kind.

He stood up ready to walk over to embrace her, not thinking far enough ahead to consider how logical such an action was. But this pain, surely there was a way through it for them all. "I-" he didn't get his chance to say as suddenly Aarkron came in to give the other a whopping that Chasm was all but grateful was not for him. Welp, maybe another opportunity will come up later... Shaking his head, Chasm tried to focus back on the fight.

The other attacker quickly gathered Aarkron back, and Chasm took this time to act. His instincts were to charge at the one who grabbed Aarkron's leg. It brought an anger he hadn't expected, but he knew he would be useless against such a behemoth. Instead he kept to his original target. Running, he managed to jump over the two brutes and back onto the female. He had expected to land in front of her when in reality he plunged on top of her like a fallen star. Deciding to roll with it (literally) he grabbed onto her and shook them until they came to a halt. Chasm found himself on top of the other and able to deal some severe damage. But he would not. Instead, he glared at the other underneath him. The expression was suppose to be intimidating, but it looked far more pleading. "P-please! Just leave. We have fought enough today. Stop..." He lost his voice for a second as a heavy sadness gripped at his heart. It hurt to just be attacking others without any actual valid known reason. Maybe they had done more than he had known. But it just didn't feel personal enough to harm others right now. He just wanted this to end for today. To leave Aarkron alone. He was rude and scary and a bit of a bully, but he was kind and Chasm was not blind to the other's efforts to help him.

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HP: 6/20   |   Damage Roll: 4 on Sindri
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20/20 HP | Damage Roll on Ghidorah : 2

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Belial was, well, always in his own little head space, even if he was attending other matters. It was his like Uncle Poke used to say, it aint matta if he was there physically, because he was never there mentally and well, wasn’t that the gods honest truth? Belial was mindin’ his own business, in the clouds, when he heard the commotion of Others.

Voices, scents, growls; things that brought him back to reality for all of two point five seconds as Belial rolled up to the scene and arched his brows although his expression remained very much unamused. Oh, so was this how Belial was going to meet his comrades, then? He was going to join them in a night of hot passionate war makin, cus - oh right! - they were at war. Belial never really learned why, though he didn’t care, war was war, and well, no one wins in war.

So he went runnin’ in, chompin’ down on the first non-draco canine he came across.

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Poor Sindri taking all the heat! But she did start it.... Rolled a 4, attacking Aarkron but she is out of the battle now after Chasm's added attack. HP: -1/20.

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The oddly patterned black and white wolf rose up. Neck bleeding from her grip, face too from slamming him into the rocky earth. He took a step forward, a single word coming from from lips. Sindri jerks away, a sign of his distrust in Chasm, but does not attack again, leaving an opening for him to speak.

But it was not to be. Distracted by her second attacker, she is struck hard by her first. Aark was able to get away far enough from the fallen god in order to set his sights upon her. Bad for her. Bad for Aarkron too, for if he was focusing on Sindri, he was turning his back on Ghidorah.

Sindri cried out at she felt teeth sink into the thick, fleshy back portion of her upper left thigh. The bite landing solid and instinctively she arces her upper half to bite back and the only part reachable is Aarkon's face. Then there quickly after Chasm came too upon her, he jumps atop her, causing her to fold onto the ground on her belly. She winced, gasped. Aarkron's grip on her tearing due to this and she felt new teeth into her name, pressing her still, just as she so wanted.

She didn't move, couldn't, not yet until she got Chasm off from her and both freed from Aarkron's grip. As another wolf of the Isle came, it showed a picturesque scene. Two wolves on top of one little woman, whilst her guardian did his damnest to get them off of her. Now another comes. Shit.

“Then get the fuck off me!” She screams out between growls and pants.
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They could call it whatever the hell they wanted to. It might have been foolish to turn his back on the new guy coming from the woman's pack, but it was better to take out one even if it meant risking his own skin for it. As Kei had told him before, where did the scars come from? They came from somewhere... and somewhere had to be from a similar occasion such as this. He was a warrior one way or another, a capable fighter even if he had preferred not to do such a thing.

They had brought it upon themselves after all.

He was minding his own damn business and only watching the borders. They had started all of this on their own volition. He snarled at the teeth sinking into his thigh from the other man, but that didn't turn him away from the woman until she was down... and man was he thankful that someone else from the Isles had joined them.

With his final rush he managed to whip around and lash out at the odd man with... strange proportions. Teeth snapping to give him a bite or two before backing down with his body bleeding and energy coming to an abrupt halt. He was tired, and didn't want to die here for something to stupid. Panting and struggling to keep his consciousness, Aarkron found distance between himself and the still fighting group.

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HP: 0/20   |   Damage roll: 6 to Ghidorah
Aarkron is out of commission!

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Rolled a 3 LMAO. Attacking Belial.
G HP: 7

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A lot is happening, but Ghidorah is keeping track of it all. Or so he thought. While distracted with his game of tug o’ war, one of the pale ones friends joins the fray, taking Ghidorah off guard. He bites at him, slashing a simple flesh wound, but it’s enough to get his attention.

He goes whirling around in an attempt to snap at him but he wouldn’t get too far. For all of a sudden, he’s getting slammed into and chewed on by the weak pale wolf. A rabid snarl would sound out as his attack is interrupted, hardly doing much damage to the newcomer to the fight. It lasts only long enough for Aarkron to get some distance. Ghidorah contemplates splitting blood into his face on his way out, but the god seems to quite the popular man at the moment.

He’s still hurting from his fight with that lard of a shewolf he met in that valley and it’s already starting to weigh on him. Oh how weak the mortal body truly is. Perhaps he’d have to get used to it.

Still he has a fight to pay attention too Sindri and the sick fellow are cuddling on the ground. Guess it’s up to him and his chances don’t seem even. He never backs down, rather he braces himself and waits for the other to make another move. Heterochromatic eyes glaring at the man with a deadly glare, practically begging for him to strike. Ghidorah will fight until he has nothing left and then drag Sindri back up that mountain no matter how much blood he’s lost. He is a god after all.
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Chasm was shocked to see another on the scene, thankfully his plot armor seemed to be working so far, because the newcomer seemed to be on his side, stomping the face of the one underneath him before bumbling over to face the other. Everything was happening so fast, the snarling of the one beneath him snapped his attention however, his ears flattening and his face flushing as he realized he was still on the other so there was no chance of escape. Feeling dumb and awkward, he manged to mumble out after a few incoherent babbles, "o-oh, um yeah...sorry." He then proceeded to get off of her like she had cooties or the plague. Chasm was able to recover enough to open his mouth to speak to the other again. It just seemed weird to fight, he wanted to apologize to her or ask if she was okay, wondering if she could reign in her friend too. Chasm wouldn't get the chance to emit any words.

Something heavy fell a little bit a ways, the sound causing Chasm to snap his head in its direction. His eyes widen. It was the last thing he expected. On the ground in rough shape was his aggressive doctor, Aarkron. The gasp that proceeded to escape his mouth was soft, fragile. Without a thought, he forgot all about the she-wolf and ran over to his fallen comrade. "Oi ya big lug, get the fuck up!" He exclaimed as he approached his body and shook it. Alas he was out, not dead, but not awakening. His white fur plastered in dirt and dried blood. He looked worst for ware, more scars to be added to his weathered soul. But he was alive, thus Chasm tried to calm. Guilt wracking him, he was just thinking how the other wouldn't need his help and now...

Something solidified in Chasm's heart. Turning back to look at the fight, he held new resolution. He didn't care if this was a giant, he didn't care if there were several, he didn't care if he would lose. The honor of his pack-mate, his friend. He would fight for it. Running back into the fray, Chasm would leap onto the other's back as if this were some sort of big rodeo. Chasm's weight likely didn't bug the other much, but the fangs sinking into the back of his head sure did. The taste of blood shocked his senses and only further his guns-ho approach as he snarled and shook his head.

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HP: 6/20   |   Damage Roll: 4 on Ghidorah
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HP: 17/20 | Damage roll on Ghi: 1 LMAO

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Belial had no idea what the heck was going on. Some wolves were snarling and others were falling; one of them was talking, though Belial had set his eyes on the lion-wolf with stripes - the weirdest combination mother nature ever did throw together.

This wolf’s way of fighting was boring. He could have ended it all by now, had he not been stuck in this pathetic body of a wolf. He could have just breathed fire on them all in his dragon form, but oh no, he was stuck in this.

The lion-wolf he hit, hit him back, and Belial went to bite on back, but clearly, Belial was not much of a fighter, because it seemed his attacks were just bouncing off. He’d keep at it, so long as the others were, too, though.

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Rolled a 7 - Attacking Chasm.
Ghi HP: 2
Sry I took so long :’) had no idea it was my turn haha

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Ghidorah is now preoccupied with the newcomer. His own companion is out of the fight and so is the pale wolf that she attacked. Yet, if Ghidorah’s completely honest, he didn’t think the skinny, spotted wolf was going to do anything, so he’d be turning his attention to the larger wolf that just popped into the chaos. Except the little one actually does do something. Something very stupid actually.

He jumps on the fallen gods back as if he were a god damn fair ride. The other’s teeth sink right into the base of his skull and Ghidorah is growling out in earnest now. He drops his full weight and practically throws himself on top of the other. Probably even breaking something on the way because Ghidorah probably weighs as much as a nicely sized bolder. Really, it’s only to get him off. At that point, he makes it his job to make sure the little guy doesn’t want to get in anymore fights ever again.

Ghidorah goes straight for his pretty little face. Due to the chase of the spotted one, the fallen god only succeeds in getting nicked by the larger wolf’s attack. Ghidorah moves forth still, hoping to slice fangs wherever he could get them to take him out of the fight too. Ghidorah knows his mortal body can’t take much more and he and his pack mate will probably have to flee soon, but he could still do as much damage as possible before he has to go. And biting this poor wolf’s face off is what he decides is the best plan of action.
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Chasm's stomach grew light, followed by the rest of his body as the large wolf dropped to roll him, causing Chasm to be lifted momentarily in the air due to said psychics. Still, he refused to let go and tried to brace himself for the next episode. Needless to say it did not play out well. As he rolled on top of him Chasm's lungs were prevented the functions to let him breath. An indescribable pain followed with a continuous crack that were from the bottom of his rib cage could be heard in his ears. But the pain and the cracking where not his immediate concern. This lack of air caused his damaged chest to feel like it was shriveling up like an old vase of flowers. For just a moment he blacked out from the lack oxygen, exhaustion, and pain.

Ah... maybe he wasn't a hero after all. Actually, how could someone as weak and pathetic as him ever be able to live a life of purpose? Just because he could do what everyone else can do, just because he could be normal now...did he think that meant he was someone of importance?

His eyes shot back open in time, consciousness rejuvenated him, as the other got off of him. Just for the first thing for Chasm to lay his eyes upon to be a large salivating deadly maw a mere inch from him before the sickening crunch could be heard both around them and in the inside of his head. The noise that came out of his mouth was something he did not know he was capable of. It was something high pitched and primal, agonizing yowling full of pain as he tried weakly to pry the other from his face. Blood poured from orifices he was not sure were being created from the enemy's fangs or were of a natural part of his body. Maybe he could have wiggled away. but after all the strength he had lost all he could do was meekly protest with his body and allow his throat to create the protest he so badly wanted his body to make.

'Someone, anyone, please help...' He wanted to will those words into the open. Despite his conviction of honor, he still did not want to die, he was still a young boy who wanted to live out the life he always dreamed of. His body began to twitch and spasm in a way it shouldn't as he began to veer in and out of consciousness as his wails slowly died out.

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Chasm is at 0 health and is out!
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HP: 17/20 | Damage roll on Ghi: 7, also apologlies for the small phone post.

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It was safe to say that Belial might have been the most anti-social and introverted dragon of their hoard. He had not met a single wolf from this group before he'd thrown himself into what seemed to be the weirdest orgry of his life. Thins were happening so fast that it was hard for the fish dragon to keep up.

There was snarling and bloody bodies dropping and when they weren't being dropped, heads were being crushed. Belial blinked and turned his attention to the wailing as the lion man took another in his mouth, and he knew, in that moment, if he didn't do something, death would surely follow, and Belial couldn't let that happen. That's not the type of blood he wanted on his paws.

So while Ghi was going ham on some guy's face, Belial decided it was time for introductions. So he rushed over to plow into the guy, head first, into his chest to knock the guy over and off the seemingly dead wolf, but he didn't stop there, no. Once Ghi was on the ground, Belial growled and lunged down, aiming to tear open his throat.

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One of the Isle wolves had fallen. Then another, the young one which Sindri would have rather hoped wouldn't have gotten mixed in all this. His cries were screams of horror, of unimaginable pain and it caused the injured woman to scramble to her footing once more.

Through pants and winces by bruised ribs, Sindri sees the once-god with the black and white youth's whole face in his own jaws. Sindri shutters, only to bark out in warning to Ghidorah of the newest attacker's charge. Ghidorah had done well dispatching the "dragons" (when it was he, the true dragon here!) but his mortal form could only take on so much. The former God was still learning these earthly rules.

“GHIDORAH!” She yells, in demand for the great beast's attention. “We need to go!” And so would she, as she did best to try and scramble back towards the safety of home.
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Ghidorah’s victory is short lived, but the screams that rush from the pinto pelted wolf make his bones quiver in that usual power hungry, blood lusty way. That same euphoric feeling she gets whenever blood spills over the peppered white of his mane and blooms on his tongue. When it covers his face and drips from his chin — that’s when he feels the most alive. And although he will have to invest in some hearing aids from the little one’s screaming, it makes him absolutely too damn satisfied. Especially as his teeth rip into the others flesh and mark his face up in an injury he won’t soon (if ever) forget. Hopefully it would teach little runts like him from going against someone like him — a god.

Still, like he said before, the victory is short lived and next thing he knows is that he’s barrel rolling onto his side from being knocked over by their newest opponent. Ghidorah falls sprawled on the ground as a huff of breath escapes him from the force of it all. He hardly gets to breathe before the other male is on him. He goes straight for the throat, just as one does — it’s the smart move after all. There’s those very delicate veins there that could end ones life so, so easily if just nicked the right way.

But Ghidorah wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of dying here before his killer. He would live another day just so he could come back and take down this wolf fair and square. Ghidorah did his part, he took down two of their own and now he pays the price. Especially as teeth slash onto his neck and blood pours from his wounds. Right now, he knows he hasn’t hit his sweet spot, but if he allows him to continue, now, that’s a different story.

So when the fallen god hear his counterpart tell his name, a ruined ear flicks back in her direction. He acknowledges her, but he’s in a bit of a predicament at the moment. With his lips pulled up, blood and wrinkled, he pushes at the other man with heavily muscled legs. He’s scrambling clumsily to his feet, moving directly towards Sindri. His throat drops blood and it runs down his chest as he practically hacks up a lung at the pressure put on it from the man’s jaws.

He offers a growl and an encouraging pull at Sindri’s scruff before he’s moving her out. Despite his grace injury, he tries to move her forward faster and faster, even if she’s not capable of it. They’re out, but it’s not fucking over.
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