Where grassy plains met the edges of the desert, the Cryer's Ravine – a hidden landscape, concealed from the careless eye. It was here, in the depths of the ravine, that Redrum found himself one afternoon. The boy, with his striking crimson fur and golden eyes shimmering with curiosity, had set out to explore a bit of his friend’s pack, of course before calling her to play. Brimming with determination, Redrum ventured into the unknown, eager to discover what lay beyond the familiar borders of his home. While he would have liked to have Elara show him around more… he didn’t want anything to befall her while he was being adventurous.

As he padded along the edge of the ravine, Redrum's senses were heightened, attuned to every sound and scent that drifted on the breeze. And with each step, his heart thrummed with excitement, the thrill of the unknown calling out to him like a siren's song. Of course, the little brute did begin to wonder just how one would hunt in a place like this.. The challenges you’d face… or maybe a fight… how that would go..

As he rounded a bend in the ravine, Redrum paused, his keen gaze sweeping over the chaotic landscape before him. Tall trees stretched skyward, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor below. It reminded him of the willows back home.

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Nimue smelled him first- the unfamiliar musk of a stranger dancing in the breeze, beckoning her forward like a moth to a flame. But it wasn’t just that he was a stranger. There was something foreign about his scent, yet distinguishable to the girl. Oh yeah, he belonged to a pack, alright. The thing about being a wolf, was you could figure these sort of things out just by smelling someone. But hey, what did that matter? The most interesting thing had already been pointed out. A stranger from another pack was here. Trespassing. In her ‘new home’. That justified some violence, right? Following the scent, Nimue honed in on him like a bloodhound thirsting over its quarry- methodical in her movement, predatory in a sense, as her tiny body leaped over the mangled roots of trees and the occasional boulder. Venturing deeper, immersing herself in the disfigured scenery. Nimue pursued her target until his large, crimson body came into view- having paused to look around at the forest, probably captivated by its appearance. She hoped to take him off guard if he hadn’t noticed her yet, and take his hesitance as an opening. Shooting off on her hind legs like a rocket, gliding across the forest floor like a serpent, as she closed the distance between them. Her jaws agape and outstretched towards his right hind leg, as she sought to grab him by the hock. In sync, her front right paw would rise and try to hook around the same leg, to disrupt his balance.   ”Speech”

Nimue vs Redrum for Minor Maim (scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: >1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Skills: Novice Fighter & Novice Intellectual

Redrum was completely taken by surprise. He was just poking around, enjoying the territory he was a guest in, when he was suddenly being attacked. The boy responded swiftly, his body lurching as he distributed his weight for balance. Jaws had closed around his hind leg, earning a guttural growl from him which was a mixture of pain and defiance. Redrum twisted his body, trying to shake the attacker off his leg. Simultaneously, one of his claws raked through the air, aiming to catch her flank and drive her off.

She was small. Very small. Though he felt a pang at harming her when he was at his very core, a protector; he refused to be a punching bag. A fierce snarl, Redrum lunged, aiming to sink his teeth into whatever he could – a hip, her tail. He didn’t care.


Redrum vs Nimue for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight

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As her jaws closed around his leg, Nimue bit down hard, wanting to secure her hold so she could shake her head with all her might. But of course, the boy started to move- twisting his body and shaking his leg, trying to dislodge her. A paw came swiping at her, and she couldn’t avoid it- a yelp escaping her, as sharp claws raked across her flank. What the hell!? Wolf’s didn’t have feline claws, so why were his so sharp? It pissed her off even more, and ultimately, caught her off guard. Which forced her to let go of her hold on his ankle, and stumble back. And then, he was lunging at her with a fierce snarl, jaws agape and aiming at her. She did’t hesitate- she dug her paws into the ground, coiled up her strength in her back legs, and leaped forward to meet him. He was way taller than her, no doubt- but her goal was to clash her mouth into his, to keep him from biting down on her. Her right front paw would slap at him too- trying to smack anything she could. ”Speech”

Nimue vs Redrum for Minor Maim (scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: >1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Skills: Novice Fighter & Novice Intellectual

Redrum, fueled by adrenaline and instinct, clashed fiercely with the small girl. She yelped in pain as his claws made purchase against her flank, drawing out blood and fur with them. His eyes blazed as he rounded on her, his weight crashing forward into her own as she smacked her maw into his own. He was forced to try and grapple her, a grin spreading out from bloodied lips where her counter had made him bite himself.

Despite her smaller size, she was formidable, determination evident in every calculated move she made. But Redrum was no stranger to battle; he had faced his fair share of challenges already. Snarling viciously, Redrum pushed back against her onslaught of paw and claws, his muscles straining with the effort. He could feel the sting of her claws as they raked across his fur, but he refused to relent, channeling his pain into a relentless surge of aggression. He would attempt to headbutt her, to rattle her and send her backwards – if that succeeded he already planned to sink his teeth deep into the flesh of her chest, but would his tactic work?


Redrum vs Nimue for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Feline claw fittings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Feline mask
Companion 1: Merlin Falcon, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Merlin Falcon, Male - Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Knight

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And the winner is...

REDRUM

NIMUE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Redrum's maim is successful. Totals: REDRUM: Attack Roll: 82 Defense Roll: 80 Agility Roll: 23 Perception Roll: 90 Total: 275 Attack[82] + 35% Bonus[28.70]: 110.70 Defense[80] + 20% Bonus[16.00]: 96.00 Agility[23] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 23.00 Perception[90] + 20% Bonus[18.00]: 108.00 Total[337.70] + 10% Bonus[33.77]: 371.47 NIMUE: Attack Roll: 17 Defense Roll: 77 Agility Roll: 75 Perception Roll: 77 Total: 246 Attack[17] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 17.00 Defense[77] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 77.00 Agility[75] + 15% Bonus[11.25]: 86.25 Perception[77] + 5% Bonus[3.85]: 80.85 Total[261.10] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 261.10

She’d jumped up with the intent to bite him, her jaws agape and eager to grab a mouthful of his body. But he’d rounded on her, which caused their mouths to crash together and a little tinge of pain to ignite in her mandible. And before she could rebuttal, his massive frame was crashing down on her, his head coming straight at her face which made her chin tuck out of reflex. Then, smack! he head-butted her, rattling her to the core and hazing her vision. Slinking down, she hit the ground with an oof, eyes blinking rapidly to clear her vision. But by the time it cleared up, his jaws were lashing at her chest, grabbing a mouthful and sinking his fangs deep. Nimue yowled- the high-pitched outcry nearly deafening, as pain erupted across her chest, burning into her neck and shoulders as she fought to get away from him. In the tussle of bodies and limbs, he’d rip out the chunk he had in his mouth- leaving her with a blooded, nasty flesh wound that would result in a scar. “You fucker!” She snarled, clawing to get away from him- finally slipping away and running off into the underbrush of the ravine. Wait until she tells Chimera about this!   -exit- ”Speech”