Aresenn didn't quite understand the frustration that plauged him after leaving his company with Andromeda. It was no fault of her own. He enjoyed the time he spent with her, and had actually found himself reluctant to leave. The problem was, he wanted her. But with what little rationality he maintained, he had to constantly remind himself that it was simply not feasible. How could he have her, and not hurt her? With the demon lingering in the back of his mind, he had no idea how he could manage both.

So rather than returning to the Polar Sound, the area that Seph had chosen to linger in for whatever reason, Aresenn found himself drifting south toward the battlefield. He had never personally visited before, but had often heard it was a good place to go if you were looking for a fight. He needed an outlet in a bad way, and he hoped that by lingering in a place that wreaked of blood, pride, and fear ... he might find someone willing to take him up on that.

Since the islands shed washed up on had now become claimed by a pack she’d no interest in sticking around. She was clever and she knew that was a fight she wouldn’t win. So she’d taken her sole possession and began traveling northward. There were tons of places to explore in this land. Shed traveled through a gully full of life to a barren hillside, from the hillside past a cave and into what seemed a former battle ground, haunted by the memories of the past until she found herself here; a field that smelled of blood, sweat and death.It sent a thrill through her frame, it was marvelous.

Slowly she made her way through the field, Her mostly Amethyst Gaze drank in everything it gazed upon, studying the area around her until they landed on a frame of living fire. She thought nothing of him, was going to walk away and go on about her business until the wind whipped his scent at her. Her fur bristled, it wasn’t just his scent on him. But the scent of the male who’d bothered her on the island. The one she had elected to attempt to ignore, but he had stayed and tried giving her a hard time. Why did this man smell like him?

She narrowed her eyes at him, She wasn’t about to let his lackey go free, if he was spying on her. No, she wasn’t going to walk away this time. She was about to let this stranger see the Saxe in her blood. Dropping her “Dog bed” she stalked forward, crouched low to the ground she slinked towards him. Carefully she moved till she was a few feet from him, And then she leapt towards him, jaws splayed as she aimed to sink her teeth into his flesh.






Ely vs Aresenn for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter

The way the wind shifted with the rolling hills of the battlefield had moments where it was rather unpredictable, and with his poor luck, his search for an opponent was going relatively unmet. But of course, that just made his frustration threaten to boil over. His temper was smolering. And just as the thought crossed his mind to issue a call out to any nearby combatant, he heard a sudden shift from somewhere behind him. While not entirely prepared for the attack launched, he hadn't been wandering around haphazardly. Aresenn had been alert to some degree, and immediately flex his muscles as he tried to quickly turn and face to where the sound had come from.

Though, he hadn't had time to get fully squared up before the sudden weight struck him. His assailant's point of impact happened to be in his side- her jaws hooking in the flesh of his shoulder blade- thankfully, opposite of the injury Absinth had left him. A deep growl resonated in his chest as he moved to react. Aresenn was forced to stagger in order to try and catch himself, readjusting his foot holds to accommodate. With the transfer of momentum, he continued to try and shift his hips around in an effort to turn into the individual. In doing so, he aimed a blow at her with his own splayed jaws, looking to get her neck, chest, shoulder, or upper arm- whatever he could sink his teeth into.

Aresenn vs Elysia for Dominance
Round: 1/2
Age: Over One Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear Leather Bracers
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

Elysia’s attack hadn’t failed her, in fact as her teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder and the warm crimson liquid leaked onto her tongue that she let out an almost feline purr of delight. How she loved the metallic tasting liquid, More than she enjoyed a fight. She heard him growl and returned the sound.

As he staggered attempting to reach her, she was about to release him when his own teeth sank into the flesh of her upper arm. She let out another snarl, this one of pain and Anger. She released his shoulder and bared her blood stained teeth at him. Her eyes narrowed as she tended herself ready to counter attack.

With him attached to her arm, she attempted to turn herself in such a way that she could land a bite upon his face. Her heart hammered in her chest with Adrenaline and hatred. Hoping that should it land that he would release her arm from his grasp.

Ely vs Aresenn for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter


OOC: Phone post I’m sorry

As he maintained some semblance of balance, he managed to hit his mark in the girl’s upper arm. Taking advantage of the moment they were locked, he bit down with as much force as he could apply. But when he suddenly felt the release in his shoulder, he immediately flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes- tensing the muscles in his face as he prepared for the next strike. As the sudden hit to his face occurred, he flexed his toes into the ground and shoved with the brunt of his weight with the intent of trying to gain the upper hand in their frantic grapple- ideally with his attacker on the ground. Though, he would certainly take whatever progress he could manage.

Aresenn vs Elysia for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: Over One Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear Leather Bracers
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

And the winner is...

Aresenn

Ely must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Aresenn : Attack Roll: 89 Defense Roll: 98 Agility Roll: 17 Perception Roll: 11 Total: 215 Attack[89] + 5% Bonus[4.45]: 93.45 Defense[98] + 15% Bonus[14.70]: 112.70 Agility[17] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 17.00 Perception[11] + 55% Bonus[6.05]: 17.05 Total[240.20] + 25% Bonus[60.05]: 300.25 Ely: Attack Roll: 64 Defense Roll: 31 Agility Roll: 9 Perception Roll: 95 Total: 199 Attack[64] + 10% Bonus[6.40]: 70.40 Defense[31] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 31.00 Agility[9] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 9.00 Perception[95] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 95.00 Total[205.40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 205.40

Begrudgingly Elysia pulled away from the man of living fire, her body heaving with each breath. Her adrenaline coarsed through her veins as she narrowed her eyes on him. She had no choice this time. She’d have to submit to him. It left a bitter taste on her tongue and she snorted at him.

“Let’s call it here” was her response to losing the fight. She felt the weight of her loss heavy on her shoulders. She needed to get back to training it would seem. Because if Raina had witnessed this Ely would be beaten or worse…

She was going to leave, picking up her bed she paused and flashed him a dazzling smile. “Not soon. But one day, I’m seeking you out for a rematch. Keep an eye out for me handsome.” She started to walk and then she paused again.

“My Name is Elysia Saxe, Be ready for that rematch” she bit out at him

After several moments of stalemate, it was she who finally released her hold- calling things off with a simple command. After a few heavy breaths, Aresenn let go of his grip. Stretching his jaw and cleaning her blood off his lips with a swipe of his tongue. He looked away for a moment to collect himself, but in doing so, he saw the flash of movement in his peripheral- the girl collecting whatever it was that she had set down. His ears perked with a promise of a rematch one day. He chuckled through the near-silent exhale of his breath. “I’ll be waiting.” He answered her, tone lowly as he was caught in the grin that she had flashed him.

However, it all came to a screeching halt whenever she introduced herself in what seemed to be the few final words before their departure. “Elysia Saxe. My name is Aresenn Praetor, and I believe I know someone not too far away that would be very interested to meet you. I think you and him may have something in common.” Aresenn all but purred. He allowed his amber gaze to fixate to the obsidian features of her face- searching for the first inclination of a response before it rolled of her tongue. There was certainly a mischievous sort of amusement spreading across his features. “Care to join me?” He finished, prompting her to follow him if she chose to do so.

"Aresenn Praetor"

Elysia was ready to leave the battlefield when his voice trickled in again and then his own name was given to her Aresenn Praetor. She paused for a moment. High off the endorphins of a good fight she was unusually content to talk with the stranger. She studied him as he began to speak of some male who had something in common with her. And would be interested in meeting her.

She raised an eyebrow at him as she debated what he could mean by that. What exactly would she have in common with a stranger? And why should he be interested in meeting her?

She heard the purr in his tone as she’d mentioned these things. Which of course only pushed her to want to know more. Relenting within herself she gave him a nod.

”Lead the way” she said as she moved to Follow him.

-Exit Elysia Via Following Aresenn-