Oh, I miss the misery!

for @Satan <3 other tags are reference!

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It had been some days, maybe a week or two now since @Dairinn had been healing and takibng care of the massive she-wolf.
Nyra appreciated the care deeply, and was even healed enough that she could begin walking through the Nestle in its entirety instead of short practice trips from her makeshift shelter, or resting.

The guardian moved through the trees at ease, though slightly limping still, it wasn't a dire issue, and she felt it would lessen the more she worked her body over time.
However, her way of walking hadn't changed despite her amnesia. She still walked with a predatory nature, head level with shoulders, almost panther-like in a way...
She didn't see any issues with it so far though, and it was entirely subconscious anyway. Nobody had brought it up, either. But in the future, who knew what would come of the skulking, powerful way she moved.

Mind clear of any thought at the moment, Nyra lifted her head in a spot of the falling sunlight to appreciate the warmth Father Sun had to offer this evening. 
A content hmm escaped her lips, and she was almost entirely relaxed in this moment.

Key word - almost.

Her ears still swiveled and her other senses still worked tirelessly to detect the movements and presences around her. 
Especially for if those presences were a danger to Momma Dairinn and the other foxes of the coven.
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He had moved out of his territory, or at least the territory he claimed as his own. Moving west, he found himself back into the plains, having been here not that long ago. However, he never really was one to go on an adventure and meet others. No, that shit was stupid. He only wondered to gain knowledge and power. At this exact moment, he was wondering to see if he could find more people to join him, that and nothing else. 

However, as he wondered he caught the scent of another, a she-wolf it seemed. Moving slow through the land, he was quick to find her, watching her for a moment from behind a few trees. It seemed she might be injured which made him wonder how interesting this interaction would be between them. A soft chuckle escape his lips but he moved out of the shadows anyway, pink eyes watching her. The overcast evening was a perfect time for him, a time where he didn't have to wear blood or mud on his fur to keep himself away from the sun. Now, he could simply rely on the natural shadows and missing rays. 

He noted her hunched body and alert ears, a soft growl escaping his maw as he spoke. "Hunting something?" He asked simply, though he really didn't care what her answer was either way. If anything, he was more interested in the delicious woman standing in front of him. He may be an asshole but he was an asshole who knew what he wanted.

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Hunting something? 

Nyra's eyes opened as she whirled around to see her stalker face-to-face. Immediately she found herself sizing him up. Big, powerful, colorless. 
Almost an exact mirror image of herself, save for the pinkish eyes and nose where hers were fierce gold, and black, respectively. 
The soldier also mentally noted the wariness she felt prickling throughout her muscled form.

"No." She answered after a moment of weighing her options. 
Fighting and bloodshed wasn't beneficial for her here; She was still healing from whatever had happened before Dairinn found her, and didn't desire to intentionally waste Momma's hard work.
"You look like you are, though." She added, tone distrustful, cautious even, but not malicious or promising of violence. 
Nyra decidedly took a step backwards, hoping her albino mirror image would not take it as invitation to come closer. If he did, she would try to stay both elusive and on the defensive, preferably away from his teeth.
She wouldn't know until something happened though, now would she? 

OOC Note for Paladin points - Warden specialty <3

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Given permission to light PP Nyra~

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The brute watched her with piercing pink eyes, feeding off of her uncertainty and fear. It was what he lived for. He had been nice the last couple of days and his meter had run out. Now, it was time for him to think about just himself again. Oh, how he loved the feeling of not giving a shit about others and their hopes or dreams. That was utter bullshit. You had to work for what you want, no all knowing god would give you anything. You had to take what you wanted. 

And right now, what he wanted was right in front of him. Lowering himself as he stalked her, a soft chuckle growl would escape his throat, watching her with narrowed eyes. She wasn't wrong in her assumptions. "And what if I am?" He asked, noting how she backed away from him. He stalked forward, taking a step towards her for ever step she took back. He would slowly shift his body to the side, moving her back until she was tucked between trees and a rock, a perfect place where she would have to get past him to leave. This was why you always looked where you were going. 

"What are you going to do about it anyway?" He was amused to hear her answer, but it wouldn't change what his plans were. It would only prolong the inevitable and maybe give him a chance to give chance. He loved chasing down his prey after all.

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Another OOC Note for Warden specialty skill

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Nyra felt her hackles rise along her spine as the man, against what she hoped he wouldn't do, came forward for every step she retreated. 
All too soon she ended up cornered while he was answering. 

There was no other choice as to what she was going to do about it.
What she had to do about it now that it clicked in her mind that SHE was the prey in this situation.

As the question left his mouth, Nyra finally put on her war paint and charged him head-on with a sudden explosion of speed.
Time for fangs and teeth to do the talking.
Her jaws were aimed for his face. She would shred and tear and slice and rend any part of him she could get to, regardless of if she hit her targeted area or not. 
Her end goal was ultimately to get him the fuck away from her. She didn't feel she had the time to think about the what-ifs if her outburst went awry. 

It was all or nothing in her mind, and she might as well have been fighting for her life, even if in truth she wasn't.
Even if in truth she would end up leaving her new home in the Nestle one way or another.
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Backing her it the corner was easy, seeing her fear and anger was just the icing on the top. But one that he was absolutely relishing in. However, he wasn't entirely ready for the change from fear and retreating to teeth and claws. He was quick to side step her attack, though feeling her teeth rip through his shoulder. With a snarl, he would turn to look at her, growling low and dangerously. "You've made a huge fucking mistake bitch." He snarled as he lunged forward, twisting his body as he tried to get around to her side. 

She was still near the rock as he would try to slam his body into her, wanting to slam her head against the rock. He made sure to make his attack light enough to not kill her, but hard enough where it would knock her out. He snarled as he watched her, blood dripping down his shoulder though he seemed to care very little about it. Right now, he was concerned with knocking her out or even harming her enough to get her to submit. Then he would steal her away for his own, adding her to his pack and keeping her until he was tired of her.

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Warden specialty points once again :>

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Nyra missed his face, but still caught his shoulder. 
However, this was just the beginning of their tango it seems.
The brute was quick to force her back against the rock, and though she fought against him viciously, the second or third time he made the effort to slam her head into the stone, it succeeded. 
With a sharp, pained yip, Nyra crumbled into the grasses, fully unconscious.
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He heard the smack as her head hit against the rock rather loudly. For a moment, he wondered if she was still alive but a quick assessment showed that she was still breathing. Good, hopefully she stayed down for a while. Leaning over her, he would place his grip on her scruff, using it to pull her up into a position where he could carry her. It probably wasn't the safest of ways to carry someone, but he didn't really care about her safety all that much either. As long as she made it back to his home in one piece, that's all he cared about. 

With her scruff in his mouth, he would begin to drag her away, keeping his grip tight in case she woke up on the trip down to the oasis that he called home. The predator in him hoped she did, but the sensible part hoped she didn't. If she did though, it wouldn't go well for her.

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Satan is dragging her to The Oasis c:
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