Venomous Love (Closed)

[Boomer]

Snake;

A sigh came through the red pelted wolfs throat, he was in the pink forest and it was the Forest of Love no matter. Snake, he walked around a few times deep within his thoughts. It was cold, yet,, the pink leaves could be seen. Snake grunted, he shook his fur then walked around some more. Snake made a small growl sound thinking that coming to the forest was a mistake whats the point?. Snake turned and slowly walked while looking around to see if anyone was there hm,no? well at least he tried.

Snake leaned against a tree just waiting a little longer, maybe something might happen.

[L]

Ilana Valdís

She walked. It was the only thing to do - the easy thing to do. Hunting came as instinct to her and she barely noticed it when she hunted and fed herself. It seemed that she walked as if in a haze, stopping only to rest for a little while and allow the contusions on her paws to mellow before she was off again.

The trees slowly turned from dense to light, the ground speckled with sunlight, covered in a fine mesh of decaying plant matter and earthy soil. The trees towered now - not that they hadn't before, but now they stood like stalwart guardians over the land. Their barks were a russet brown, their crowns extending far into the heavens. This, thought Ilana, was a suitable kind of place to make a home. But she was unfamiliar with it and - the scent of one wolf drifted closer to her as she walked.

It caught her attention.

She emerged into the area, lithe form illuminated by the weak light that had already passed through the canopy. The light tinged the tips of her fur silver; for a moment, she looked like a god who had descended from beyond the treeline. She seemed to be bathed by it as she approached; centered in the middle of her sharp visage lay gleaming white eyes, ears finely perched atop her head, muzzle slender and coming to a fine point. Face was stony even as metallic gaze sought out her companion - he was a grotesque mix of reds and monotone, shifting snake imprinted on his crimson fur. It was equal parts intriguing and off-putting and the woman couldn't decide which one she was more inclined to.

She went with apathy.

Lithe frame took her to stand before all him; she was decidedly smaller than he, yet, Ilana carried herself with the posture that indicated perhaps she had once been something greater than what she was now. Meanwhile the other wolf leaned against a tree, head dragging along the trunk. "Expecting someone?" Ilana raised a figurative brow, unimpressed. "Things don't drop from the sky waiting to happen, you know."

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[Boomer]

Snake;

Yet the red wolf sighed again but he did not sigh so loudly but to himself, he could hear footsteps approaching. He did not turn his head at all, he shifted his eye to where he could see the stranger. He starred for a good few seconds, he then look away and stood silent for a moment. The female asked if he was expecting someone, a small and quiet snort would the male make "No." his deep voice would echo through the females ears. Then he stood up and faced her, he stood much taller than her yet he could not help but to think.

He swayed his tail barely, his ears flickering. He examined the females figure and the way she would act, Snake looked to his side a moment. He took a deep breath as he turned his head back at the stranger. His left ear went down and his tail stopped swaying, he put his claws out just to feel the earth beneath him. Cold, it felt kind of nice, didn't it? Snake closed his eye then once again his tail would sway. He opened his eye and focused on the females claws. Dang it was long, might not want to get too close to that, huh?

There was a cold breeze, the male turned his neck to either side and there would be a POP sound, he popped his neck then looked at the female. He blinked a few times then would move his head around almost like it was dizzy for some reason, but focusing on the female... hmm, should Snake act like is usual soldier like self? or calm and a bit different? How about a little bit of both.

Snake's tail once again stopped swaying and his claws stopped feeling the earth. Looking at the stranger, Venom tilts his head ever so slightly. shifted his eyes to the left and to the right, he barely shook his head, then he stopped tilting his head and looked down a little to the stranger.

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Ilana Valdís

If the time that had elapsed between their meeting and his actions hadn't been so long, Ilana might have thought that he possessed some form of super speed. As it was the male took a considerable length of time to think, to ponder upon his actions, before letting a single solitary >No. slip from between his lips. He rose to his full height; he was a towering beast of muscle and shaggy fur, cutting an imposing figure amidst the pinkness of the area. Yet, she, slender and quick, she seemed all the sharper surrounded by he leaves and the trees, near-black fur brazenly outstanding.

She stood still. Eerily still, such that she almost resembled an unmoving shadow; she contrasted the male who seemed unable to keep any part of him motionless. In the weak light she could almost blend in with the deep brown barks of the trees; if not for her silvery eyes, she was a ghostly nymph who made her home in the forests. Ilana appraised him, as she was sure he was doing to her, and every movement that his body unwittingly released caused the cogs in her brain to whir.

He stood like a warrior, though any good warrior would have moved far less than he. Long, lean legs took her to brush along his coat, breathing in the thick scent he exuded. Eyes flashed; the woman almost stalked around him, snakelike, wild fur as if tussled by the wind. Her presence was cold, quiet, an uncanny sort of danger - or was it? One could never tell with the angular wolf. She smiled; it could be something akin to warm, if it wasn't filled with teeth the colour of pitch, lips darker than coal. They did not flash. They reflected no light.

It was as if they absorbed it all. She stopped, for a moment.

"Then you are a fool. No one waits for nothing." Ilana resumed her predatory circling, tread so light that is might as well be walking on air. Even the snow that coated the ground did not deter her; she was so silent that she could have been nothing but a dark spectre. "What really brings you here?"

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[Boomer]

Snake;

Looking at the female the whole time, the female did not move- she would look like a shadow with her pelt but the only thing that would stand out is her silvery eyes. Then the slender female with her legs would brush along the males pelt, then breathing in the thick scent. She stalked around Venom, snakelike, the male stood not doing anything but keeping his eye on her. Then she smiled as she stopped for a moment but what Snake did not expect was that there was no white in her teeth, everything was pitch black, the male raised a brow a little just a little surprised but still showing no emotion.

Hmm a small sound would come from his direction. Then the stranger said "Then you are a fool. No one waits for nothing." Snake squinted his eye a bit, no one ever called him a fool, then she continued to circle around him so quietly, Venom would think of a nickname for him to call her. "What really brings you here?" the female asked, Snake starred for a moment, thinking if he should answer or not. He stood still, not moving even a muscle, he would look like a statue because of the fact he was so still- he did not even blink.

The red pelted male finally did blink for once, he made a choice- he was not going to tell her, maybe not just yet. "Who are you to know?" he said simply, yet still not moving an inch.

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Ilana Valdís

Every small motion, every flick of his tail, or his ears, or even the minute movement of his eyes; his brow as it crossed the ridges of his skull, of the snake that lay poised on his crimson fur, Ilana took in. She watched him, coolly, coldly, and her gaze seemed not simply piercing as it was, but could seem as if it had looked through him and found something wanting. There was no use in power games, no, not with this creature for there was something sorely lacking. But the play for information was a delicate one oft employed in tumultuous times, and one she had more or less perfected.

There was no place for diplomacy in the world.

Then, her frigid stare was cast off him as if she had purveyed all that she wanted and had found nothing worth keeping. And perhaps that was the case, or perhaps it was not; Ilana cared little for the thoughts of mortal wolves - they would all be doomed to sleep anyway, so what did it matter

He was a good man; she could see it in the very edges of his glances, even though he did not profess himself to be, even though he might very well have aligned himself with another alliance, there was a certain sort of reluctance to hurt a wolf within the depths of his lone eye. Above the closed socket of his right eye was a rock, firmly lodged in the crevasses of his skull. "Who are you to know?"

If it comes down to it, mused Ilana, I can push that further into his flesh.

It was a satisfactory thought and this pleased her, though no indication of her pleasure was revealed on her stony visage. She stopped her circling on his right, where the eye was missing. If he wanted to look at her he would either have to shift his massive frame or turn his head, and both were some levels of compromising. She was a small, light creature, impossibly long and lean in the legs and sharper than her tongue everywhere. She was quick and she was agile, as sudden as the oncoming storm and fleeter than the wind.

And the East Wind was blowing.

"Slippery snake," murmured the blackened woman, the words curling on her tongue. She said them as if they carried a weight and shape to them, the sounds slipping from her lips smoothly, crooning, a lulling, shifting tone. Her tail lashed once, and then stilled. Her whole body stilled too quickly, the quiet before the storm. "More than you." It came in a whisper, her head tilted to reach very close to his right ear, the teeth so near they might have been able to come down on his fur if she had wished. But just before they reached his flesh, she pulled away and they snapped shut audibly.

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[Boomer]

Snake;

Almost glaring at the women, Snake would examen her every movement. The female stopped at his right side so Venom could not really see her unless he moved his head, he felt a little suspicious but did not move yet. The female then spoke "slippery snake," murmuring her words "More than you." the female than tilted her head to reach his right ear very closely, but before she could bite him she quickly pulled back and closed her mouth shut. As the female quickly pulled back Snake turned his head fast and looked at her with a small growl in his throat. "What are you trying to do?" he glared once more at her, he was in her face but not that close but still.

Now keeping his guard up, the male did not keep his eye off her. "Slippery snake, huh?" the cold wind blew strongly but Snake did not move, his scrappy fur moved to where it showed his muscles. The blue hue on his was very noticeable because it was winter, he lowered his head enough to where he literally met gaze to the women. Snake then put his head up and walked around the female in circles, slowly, he then came to a full stop right behind her. He looked down at her tail, he opened his maw and tilted his head closely to the females tail, he was about to shut his mouth tight but pulled his head back and then made a small grin.

He put his left leg in front of him, "Who are, you?" Snake had a very serious look to his face. He cliched on the ground beneath him with his left leg waiting for an answer, his teeth slightly showing, Venom wanted to be ready for whatever was going to come next.

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Ilana Valdís

The grotesque creature found himself beside her, eyeless visage turned towards her. What are you trying to do? Slight smirk pulled her black lips taut; the woman was instantly poised on her toetips, tail lashing even as he spoke. He was playing dominance games, games she was intimately familiar with, using his height to his advantage... and yet, she was a small thing, withers barely at his shoulder. Still the woman carried herself with a regal, wild sort of posture; she was a dangerous, untamed creature - kingless, queenless, godless, and the male could not hope to intimidate her.

The wind gusted around them and she did not shiver. Why should she?

As quickly as it had come it went and the male's fur fell heavily onto his frame again. He shifted as if to emphasise his great strength - his brute strength, thought Ilana, for he was a towering, heavyset man, and her body was lithe and thin and her reactions were lightning-fast, removed before he could make motion to grab at her. He walked, slowly, lumbering, his gait casual, until his breath came very close to her hinds; before he could even reach for her tail, she had spun out of his reach and whether he had intended for it or not, his jaws closed around empty air.

He has no originality. Fool.

Ilana wanted to see him beg.

His jaws did not close near her tail either; when they did, the woman's slender muzzle was too near his, her breath steady and light, before a puff of air escaped from between her jowls, as if taunting his failure. For what was it to her, his actions? His deeds? There was nothing worth taking from this man; there was nothing worth staying around for, except perhaps a good fight, and suddenly the blood was rushing in her veins, her heart beating to the wild rhythm of war drums.

Who are, you?

Fire flickered in the pits of her white gaze, and their intensity seemed to increase so greatly that they almost glowed, surrounded by the deep hues of her face. She had answered him once before, she would not answer him again, not for the same inane question - he had no place by her, no place asking her name. Then she was moving around him again, the tail he had tried for mere moments earlier now brushing along him as she stalked around him, her shoulder brushing against his sides, the tail trailing teasingly along his body.

It mocked him, without actually mocking him. Even if he tried to find reason to think it was so, he would fail, and she would be there to witness his defeat. The thought almost brought a smile to her face. "Little shadow," Ilana cooed, voice rippling with the venom of a viper's bite, svelte and rich in its entirety. He was a shadow, for he had attempted to copy her; and he had no substance of himself, he would disappear the moment the light touched him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" By this time she was fully facing him. Her tail was fully raised, a stiff banner against the wind. Her teeth were pitch, absorbing all light that hit them, blending perfectly with the onyx of her mouth and fur. A low, bestial growl pulsed in the deepest recesses of her throat; her ears were straight and tall atop her head, every bit of her posture dominant.

Come on then, Ilana thought. Prove yourself.

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CHALLENGE!
Ilana Valdís is challenging Snake to a Dominance Challenge! First to yield loses.

Characters may yield any time within the attacks provided; if one yields before the rounds are over, the remainder of the challenge will be forfeited. If no characters have yielded, the challenge will go to staff for judging.

Three attacks
Unlimited dodges

Challenge will begin with Snake's next post.

Note to staff: Both players have agreed to go with an unmodded fight. As a result, moderation will not be needed; members are held by personal integrity to determine the damage done to their own characters. Powerplaying is not permitted.

Attacks: None, challenge not begun.
Defenses: Very sharp claws out (ref her profile), teeth bared, neck shielded.

Note: Traditionally there would be a 3 day grace period between posts and after the last day, it would be a defaulted victory. But I'm not sure if you want to do that; if you don't mind it, you can mention that in your next post! If not, it's fine too ^-^

[Boomer]

((I don't think I can do the 3 day thing because you know, real life stuff >.>))

Snake;

A small growl Snake made, it was sort of quiet but the female could hear it as if he was right next to her ear. He met gaze to the females eyes, it looked at if there was fire in them, Snake looked slightly confused but he did not show this. The male notice her shoulder brushing against his body, Snake quickly moved to where she could not touch him, he growled slightly louder and the female cooed "Little shadow, wouldn't you like to know?" Snake only glared at the female. She was fully facing him, they kept distance from each other, Snake looked at her for a few moments before trying to quickly push her down by putting his front legs on her and pinning her down. He had strong arms but he did watched out to make sure the females nails were not to touch him, Venom growled- his teeth bared and what looked like he was ready to bite.

As the wind blew colder, the red pelted male would get irritated because of his missing eye hole. Because he was irritated, he would react very fast to the female on her actions. Snake was heavy on the small female, he too was quick and agile but for some reason he had not been himself ever since he entered the forest. Venom was not one for fighting females, or was he?

"Quiet." is all he said, maybe that was a little nickname he gave to the female, more than likely the female would not know this, or maybe she would. Whatever the case, Snake did not stop glaring at the female nor did he stop growling to her. Petty little female.

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Ilana Valdís

He was fast, faster than she had expected, and he surged forward with all the force that his white limbs could muster. Ilana was bowled backwards from the sheer power of his thrust, and his attempt at downing her succeeded; she was knocked flat, prone on her back. Against her will, the dull claws he possessed tore into her shoulders from the impact; the scratches were not deep for his nails were not sharp, but they drew thin, invisible lines of blood on her blackened fur. She snarled before the fact, a low, bestial, primal growl that rumbled forth in every crevice, every trail and curve of her throat before it emerged, predatory, and utterly fierce. Her teeth too showed in her eldritch snarl, visage contorted into the very image of Medusa as she stared at Perseus. But no, Ilana was no Medusa; she was the wind, the storm, the breath that called the sea into turmoil. She was the East Wind, and she was coming.

The woman's body went limp, went devastatingly still under the heavy man's paws. And this was where she paused, where her breath slowed, and she locked her white gaze with the one blue eye, glimmering over her as the male glared with whatever pitiful anger he could summon from within him. How pathetic. Every muscle in Ilana's body relaxed; it seemed as if she was giving in, as if she was putting an end to the challenge that she had started so soon. It seemed as if the victor would not be her, not today...

She analysed him, tall, thickset, a pillar of brute force. But he would not be as quick as her; he would not be as lithe as her, for his very own build forbade him that privilege, and at this, even faced with the contempt in his "Quiet," Ilana smiled, bright, and wide, eyes almost aglow. Yes. He was unguarded; though he took care to stay away from her claws, the position he had forced himself into, standing over her like some perverted guardian, rendered his vulnerable neck and belly undefended.

Her breathing stopped completely. It was as if she had submitted.

Without warning, Ilana lunged forwards, upwards, jaws open wide to clench around his jugular, the vein that pulsed so delicately underneath his thin fur and visible skin. The force of his beating heart pushed blood through; even from beneath him, she could see it. The savage snarl ripped through her body, her entire frame vibrating with the intensity of her ire. Her claws lashed out, fully intending to do harm, to rend and tear the soft belly flesh from his open underside. He had made the mistake of placing her beneath him, and now he would pay. She was going to see him bleed. Ilana aimed to bowl him over from the momentum of her sudden motion, and if successful, would see him thrown onto his side from the sheer inertia. Her blood swarmed through her body, the accelerated beating of her heart in tandem with her motions, swift and severe. They were not child's play. Ilana attacked to maim.

It did not matter if her attack succeeded or not. One way or another, she would taste his blood. She was free of his weight, standing now, behind the male - whether he had fallen and her tongue had lapped the tang of iron from her teeth, and her claws were stained red with his sanguine liquid; or whether she had merely escaped the brunt of his weight, she was standing, and she was behind his back, waiting, light on her toes and feet and prepared for whatever he had planned next. Her back was hunched, the fur on her nape bunching to protect her neck, head lowered, ears pushed back and muzzle wrinkled in a grotesque, fierce growl. Her lids lowered partially, protecting her eyes; her tail lashed, and covered her underside, the first barrier to the soft region.

He would not catch her by surprise again. He was at the end of his prime, she was just entering hers. His complacency would be the end of him. And he would submit to her.

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CHALLENGE!

Attack 1/3

Attacks: Ilana surges upwards very fast with jaws fully open, aiming to tear into Snake's neck (particularly the jugular vein), while her claws are out and seeking to rip through his underbelly.
Defences: Head tucked, neck covered, ears back and eyelids partially shut. Tail is partially covering underside, and she is standing in a defensive stance. Also behind Snake.
Damage sustained: Minor scratches from Snake's nails. They will be a trivial inconvenience. Normal wolf nails are quite dull, as they are always out, which is why I specified how Ilana takes care of her own nails and keeps them sharpened.

[Boomer]

Snake;

As the male was atop the small female, he notice the female had stopped breathing and her body went limp. Snake would barely raise a brow, really? give in so quickly? this did not seem right... The male would think, but before he could even do anything else the woman lunged towards his neck and without warning. Snake was fast enough to move his head out of the way but a little flesh had been ripped because of the fact the female charged at him very fast. Somehow Venom got off of her, he did not fall on his side but he was off, confused- Snake merely shook his head as if he was dizzy and groaned once more. As the male starts to focus he notices his underbelly bleeding, the female had ripped through his belly. Snake growled, drops of blood would fall to the ground and stain the white snow.

It was merely a deep wound that Snake could handle at least for a little, he looked to see the female that was behind him. The male turned quickly facing her and snarled, the female had her back hunched and her head was lowered with fur protecting her neck. Her eyes were partially closed, Snake then to charged at her hoping she would react slowly, he was on her left side and attempted to push her body to where she would hit a tree. Snake lowered his front half of his body in a attacking stance tucking his head, he was a few feet away from the female so he would be ready for what was coming next. The female had her revenge on Snake, but the female did not know that Snake always wanted revenge to those others who would cause harm to him.

Snake growled, it was not loud but it would be loud enough to where it would bother the females ears. Blood still slowly dripping from his belly, he panted slowly but tried to ignore it for now.

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Ilana Valdís

He was fast; she was faster. In the back of her mind Ilana registered that she could taste blood, and she clenched her teeth further around his flesh, ripping away the tender muscle in his neck. It wasn't much - but the light in her eyes only gleamed even more when the male tore himself free of her jaws, her aching, restrained jaws, hungry to see even more of his blood hit the ground. Her claws struck true, digging into his belly; she felt him tense, she felt him stiffen and jerk himself free, and Ilana began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Fool. Coward.

He came barreling towards her; Ilana stood still, the claw marks still dripping crimson into her umber fur. The smell of his blood infiltrated the air; she smiled, large and wide and so tight it almost appeared like a grimace. Her voice was hollow, was rough, was thick and luscious. Her purr vibrated from deep in her throat out into the arena - now it was an arena - and it transcended into a feral roar as Ilana threw herself to meet him head on. His head was down, his jaws shut, but hers were not - oh no, her jaws were open wide - wide enough that as he ducked his head and sought to ram into her like a charging bull, she flung herself forward like the rushing wind and sought to tear the ear he presented from his bowed crown.

The force from the collision left her reeling - but her maw was gaping and through the pain and red-rimmed eyes Ilana found herself laughing, laughing so hard the force of it sent her entire body shaking. Her blood stained the fur by her ruff, the blood from his pinning - and now he was copying her, mimicking her every action, her every defense. They were two players, diagonally opposed, but here she was the mastermind... here she was the chess-player, ten steps ahead of his next move.

"Little shadow..." she purred, and without warning, Ilana was streaking towards him, tail flagging behind her as a rudder did, balancing her run. She would not be easily bowled over, no. Moments before she struck she feinted - to the left, and hopefully that would distract the male from her true target. His neck was covered - such a shame, little shadow - but if she could not have his neck, then she would take his leg - his right hind. Her jaws stretched - up, up, up, reaching to crush his knee in her jaws and bring him down. Her tail was flat underneath her legs so that from above her, he would not be able to take hold of it. He was going to bleed again.

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CHALLENGE!

Attack 2/3

Attacks: Ilana charges towards Snake as he does to her with her jaws open, aiming to tear off his ear (the one closest to her LOL); she does not stop before she is running again, aiming to shatter the bones in his hind right knee.
Defences: As my previous post, + is running to get under Snake.
Damage sustained: As my previous post, and is also winded from the force of them knocking into each other. One shoulder has taken the brunt of that hit, so it'll be sore for the duration of this fight. Snake should not know that it hurts.

[Boomer]

Snake;

The red pelted male shook his head from the impact, he did not shove her to a tree like he had hoped. Snake leaped to the right barely, but that was after she had fainted to the left, he growled quietly, he did not like the fact he was the only one bleeding (or so thats what he thinks) he flicked his ears but there was a slight pain on one. The female bite the tip of his ear, he quickly flatten the ear that has been bitten and his tail swayed. He disliked it when she kept calling him "little shadow" because why should she call him little shadow? wasn't SHE the little one? and didn't SHE looked like a shadow? it just did not make sense to him.

Snake kept alert, he was not going to be mimicking her this time (for the most part), this time he would make her bleed. The male would lift his paws up standing on his two back legs as he would try to swing his paws across the females face. But this was not his main attack, if he were to manage to hit her and distract her he would attempt to pin her down like he did before, but only this time, he would be opposite from her position (It would look like as if they were making a + sign from above, hope that makes sense.) He would put his right paw on her neck and the left on her thigh. His right paw would barely choke her, it is just so that she can't move her head. The left paw is so that she could not try to kick him. If he did pin her down, he would open his jaw and attempt to bite her stomach.

But if he could not pin her down, the male would aim for her side belly on her left side trying to dig his claws into her. Which ever was the case, she was going to bleed.

Venom glared at the female, win or lose, it might not have been a regret coming to the forest of love, this is more his type anyway. Yes, he did not truly expect war to be in the love forest but maybe a change is good every once in a while. The female was interesting to Snake, but he would not show signs of interest just yet. Maybe wait and simply see.

He did not show sympathy, heck, neither wolves showed it. But something is bound to happen, maybe this is what Snake has been waiting for but maybe not, he will probably find out later on though. Either way, Venom keeps his guard up, he is standing tall with his ears flatten and tail down.

"Quiet." he said in a low tone. His maw open slightly as he tries to keep space from the female, being alert of what the female might do next. His blood would slowly stop dripping but there would be droplets every now and then but barely.

Earlier the female did bite his neck but he moved to where she only ripped a tiny amount of flesh and hair.

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Ilana Valdís

She was running, running, running, flying - she struck so fast that her jaws barely grazed the tips of the wolf's ear. Immediately the male pressed it flat atop his crown, and this, this gave Ilana the barest modicum of pleasure to know that even if it had not hurt him, it would have caused him a discomfort. Her teeth were still slick with his blood; the crimson liquid still clinging onto her sharpened claws. The blood from his scratches upon her ruff had long ceased to flow; now, they simply throbbed with invisible pain. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, obliterating the pain they caused and yet her shoulder, which had taken the brunt of the wolf's charge, ached still. With each movement it grated against the muscle; with the adrenaline sending more blooded around her body, it had begun to swell imperceptibly.

The skin barely stretched over her shoulder, the swelling unnoticeable to the outside eye. It tugged at her joint, but Ilana kept running, kept flinging herself towards the male; when her teeth caught the edge of his ear a dark glimmer entered her bright eyes. He hefted his weight upon both his legs, his massive paws straining to taste her blood - but no, for she had already set into a thrust to catch his hind right betwixt her obsidian jaws. The moment he raised himself up he had determined his failed attack - his paws never did once strike her war-flushed visage, for she was too small, too pressed to the ground to be hit by them. His leg was left open for the taking; Ilana forced herself forward on her pulsing shoulder -

- and the male shifted his bulk, such that he was no longer in front of her jaws. His weight came crashing down like a blighted encore of his first strike, seeking to pin her under his thickset paws. But his position had come at a cost - he had precious little time to ensure his attack would fall perfectly on his target.

He was to her right; by the time gravity had pulled him down, her neck had avoided his touch; his right foot landed a hair's breadth from her, and she twisted herself, catching the dirt with her foot as she used the momentum to suddenly and sharply turn herself until she was once again facing his legs. She was under him now, his left paw firmly pressed onto not her thigh but her leg. Ilana snarled in annoyance, eyes flashing, claws yearning for a second taste of his blood.

And then she tore forward, freeing herself of the wolf's grip. So vice-like it had been that though his nails were dull and blunt, the sheer pressure of it caused them to dig into her calf - not drawing blood, but ripping a trail of marks through the fur. She was silent, but the beginnings of a growl threatened to rumble in her throat; the pain from the forceful tearing of her fur stung like an ant-bite - somewhat intense, and gone as fast as it had come. She used this momentum to propel herself forward again, this time aiming straight for his crotch.

Her jaws were open wide, so wide that even if she missed her small target, she was hoping to catch more flesh in her teeth. They glinted dully, wet with blood and saliva. The cuts along her neck, hidden by her dark fur, had opened up from the exertion; her shoulder stung, and the furless part of her hind voiced its displeasure.

She emerged from under him whatever the case, jaws twisted in a gruesome snarl. Her tail was raised high, straight as a banner. "Quiet." The male said again, but her own rippling, hissing voice escaped her lips, the sound so reminiscent of the wind tearing through forests in gales. "Yield."

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CHALLENGE!

Attack 3/3

Attacks: Boomer, you did not respond to my attack on her leg so I am assuming that it did not hit, because I don't want to powerplay. Ilana has one main attack this time; she's just taking his pinning, and then pushes off to bite his crotch LOL
Defences: As my previous post (sans running).
Dodges: Dodged his paw attack because she's already small and he made himself even taller so uh... he can't exactly hit her lol. Dodged the side belly strike because he succeeded with the first one and you said so.
Damage sustained: As my previous post, and her cuts from his first attack have reopened. She is not bleeding noticeably (her fur hides this) but blood is smellable haha so if you want he can smell it. Shoulder slightly swollen (Snake should not know this) and hurting, fur has been ripped out from part of the leg he was pinning by his nails; no bloodshed though.

Neither opponent has yielded. Posts may not be edited. Challenge will now proceed to Staff for judging.
Meds Fierfly (tagging you so there's the alert haha but i can definitely pinboard it if you want; it's just easier like this.)

[Boomer]

Snake;

Snake's tail, he put it between his legs so that the female would not bite his (blah) crotch, he was pushed and Snake only shook his head. He was not going to attack anymore, the female won the fight, it was the first in a very long time- Venom had lost a battle, he was not going to act like a sore loser about it. Snake slowly shifted his front legs side ways because he was very sore. The male wanted to pass out but tried his best to stay up, as he shifted his legs he fell to his side. "This was.. the most interesting fight I had yet." he panted slowly, catching his breath. The male was just steps away from the female, Snake slowly got up and leaned his back to a tree.

He was sitting and his one blue eye looked at the female, although he was very sore he did not show much signs of him being sore. The wind blew colder which would more than likely make Snake be just a little numb, it was better than nothing. Snake stopped bleeding after a few moments, Venom made but a small grin- the female was a fighter and won a battle. Snake would want revenge... but not right now. He breathed heavily and slowly, it would go on for moments at a time, after that he got up and walked around slowly still being sore. He sniffed the air and he caught a scent, scent of blood. Snake looked towards the female again and sniffed, the scent was a bit stronger, he made her bleed... barely but something is better than nothing right?

He flicked his ears and nose twitched, Snake would blink slowly before walking away from her just to lean against the tree again and give a heavy sigh. "Well, you won Quiet... You won.." For now.