Ellara Praetor stepped lightly into The Red Forest, the towering redwoods stretching skyward like ancient guardians. Having just visited the bustling Armada market, the transition from the vibrant, noisy atmosphere to this quiet, almost sacred, woodland was stark. She paused at the forest's edge, letting the serene silence envelop her, a stark contrast to the lively chatter and haggling of the market.

The redwoods were colossal, their mighty trunks ranging from massive to mind-blowing in girth. Ellara marveled at their grandeur, feeling a sense of humility and awe in their presence. These trees had stood here for centuries, growing undisturbed by the hands of time or the interference of wolves. Their bark was rough and fibrous, a testament to the ages they had weathered.

As she ventured deeper into the forest, Ellara noted the undergrowth and smaller trees that dotted the forest floor, dwarfed by the giants above. The canopy was so dense that only sparse shafts of sunlight penetrated, casting dappled patterns on the ground. The dim light created an intimate, almost mystical atmosphere, where every step felt like a journey into another world.

The ground beneath her paws was carpeted with fallen leaves and moss, deadening her footsteps and adding to the profound quiet of the forest. Ellara moved with a healer's grace, her latte-pink and coffee-brown coat blending harmoniously with the natural hues of the forest. Her striking pink eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the details of this untouched wilderness.

Ellara paused by a particularly massive redwood, its trunk so wide that it would take several wolves holding paws to encircle it. She placed a paw on the bark, feeling the rough texture beneath her pads. The tree seemed to hum with a life force all its own, a silent witness to the ages.

Continuing her exploration, Ellara came across a small clearing where the sunlight broke through the canopy, illuminating a patch of vibrant green moss. She sat down, taking a moment to rest and absorb the tranquil beauty around her. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional distant call of a bird or the soft rustle of leaves.

In this quiet, dark, and intimate landscape, Ellara felt a deep connection to the natural world. The Red Forest, with its ancient trees and serene atmosphere, was a place of reflection and peace. She knew she would return here often, finding solace and inspiration among the towering redwoods and the silent whispers of the forest.

As Ellara sat in the small clearing, basking in the serenity, she was startled by a sudden rustling in the underbrush. Her ears perked up, and she stood, muscles tensed, ready for whatever might emerge. To her surprise, a large, irate elk burst through the foliage, its eyes wild and nostrils flaring. The elk snorted loudly, pawing the ground with its powerful hooves, clearly agitated and intent on driving Ellara out of its territory.

Ellara's heart raced as she assessed the situation. She was used to being the hunter, not the hunted, and this unexpected confrontation with an angry herbivore caught her off guard. The elk, with its massive antlers and sheer size, was a formidable opponent. It lowered its head, antlers gleaming in the dim light, and charged at her with surprising speed and agility.

Ellara leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the elk's antlers. She quickly realized that fighting this non-predator was vastly different from her usual combat. The elk's strength and size gave it a significant advantage, and its anger made it relentless. She needed a plan, and fast.

She quickly scanned the area, noting the dense underbrush and towering redwoods. An idea formed in her mind. Ellara darted into the forest, the elk hot on her heels. She weaved between the giant redwoods, using their massive trunks as cover. The elk followed, but its size made it less maneuverable in the tight spaces. Ellara used this to her advantage, leading the elk on a winding path through the trees, tiring it out and buying herself time to devise her next move.

[Spring Y21, Seasonal Prompt: Fighting. Word Count: 676.]

Ellara "Ella" Praetor

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Setekh observed from the hidden recesses of the forest, his presence concealed within the ancient, towering redwoods. His eyes, cold and calculating, followed the woman as she navigated the woodland. Each step she took, every subtle movement, was a symphony to his perverse senses. He savored the sight of her, the slender, mighty form moving gracefully through the forest. The delicate balance of strength and vulnerability thrilled him, his breath quickening slightly at the thought of the power she held. That he could hold over her. As she ventured deeper, Setekh’s mind danced with thoughts of domination and control. He envisioned the moment he would reveal himself, the look of surprise and fear that would flicker in her eyes. His pulse quickened at the thought, a twisted smile playing on his lips. The forest was his domain, a place where he ruled with an iron fist, unseen and omnipotent. The God had always believed so.

When a sudden commotion in the underbrush revealed a large, irate elk, Setekh's lips curled into a small, dark smirk. The unexpected confrontation was a delicious twist, a catalyst for the chaos he so dearly loved. He watched with predatory interest as she reacted swiftly, her instincts sharp and precise. Her quick movements through the dense forest, using the towering trunks to her advantage, showcased her cunning and agility. She led the elk on a winding path, exploiting its size and her knowledge of the forest to tire it out. Setekh's excitement grew as he silently followed her, a dark presence in the shadows. His muscles tensed with anticipation, his heart pounding in sync with the chase. He could see the fatigue setting in on the elk, its once powerful strides now faltering. He whispered softly, his voice barely audible, yet laden with malicious intent.

“Let it chase, let it tire. Till strength and ire wanes to the point of no return.” His eyes glinted with a sadistic thrill as he watched the elk's energy drain away. The thrill of the hunt, the anticipation of the kill, sent shivers down his spine. With a sudden burst of speed, Setekh emerged from the shadows, his movements exact and executionary. He darted between the trees, his eyes locked on the elk. His muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their lethal force. As the elk stumbled, he sprang forward into a leap, his form a blur of dark intent.

Landing on the elk's back with a savage snarl, Setekh felt the thrill of dominance surge through him. His teeth sank into its neck, drawing blood as the elk thrashed beneath him. He reveled in the struggle, the taste of blood, and the sensation of life slipping away under his grip. His body shuddered with pleasure at the kill, his breath hot and heavy. In that moment, Setekh's thoughts were a chaotic symphony of power and control. He glanced at the woman, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

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Ellara moved with deliberate precision, her paws pressing into the loamy forest floor, each step a careful dance through the labyrinthine roots and underbrush. The massive redwoods loomed overhead, their ancient boughs creating a canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, golden beams. The tranquility of the forest was abruptly shattered by the irate elk, but Ellara's quick reflexes kept her out of harm's way.

She had hoped the elk would tire soon, but its relentless pursuit demanded more from her. The labyrinth of redwoods provided a sanctuary, but only if she could outmaneuver her adversary. Her mind raced, seeking any advantage, any strategy that would turn the tables in her favor. As she darted between the colossal trunks, she felt a presence—a shift in the air that spoke of another being.

Her pink eyes scanned the shadows, catching a fleeting glimpse of movement. Before she could process it, Setekh burst forth, a dark blur of lethal intent. The suddenness of his attack on the elk was both a relief and a new cause for alarm. She watched, heart pounding, as Setekh's fangs sank into the elk's neck, the forest echoing with the creature's dying struggles.

Ellara's breath came in ragged gasps, her muscles tense and ready. Setekh's eyes, dark and gleaming with satisfaction, met hers. She felt a chill run down her spine, recognizing the predatory hunger in his gaze. She knew she had to be cautious—Setekh was not an ally but a dangerous force in this wild expanse.

"Thank.. you..," she called out, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "You can keep the elk." Her instincts were telling her to run from that look in his eyes, but she tried her best to be polite.

Without waiting for a response, Ellara began to back away, her movements slow and measured. Her heart raced as she attempted to slip away, hoping to put distance between herself and this unknown, creepy wolf. The forest, once a haven of peace, now thrummed with tension, the ancient redwoods silent witnesses to this unfolding drama. Would he let her leave? She kept her ears perked, listening intently for any sign of pursuit, ready to bolt if necessary.

[Spring Y21, Seasonal Prompt: Fighting. Word Count: 370.]

Ellara "Ella" Praetor

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When the elk was dead, its body slumped to the ground – the God standing above it, flexing his claws into the warm flesh. Only then did the forest go silent. Setekh watched with satisfaction as the woman’s pink eyes met his, their depths reflecting her caution. Her attempt at politeness was amusing to him, a thin veneer over the raw fear he could nearly feel emanating from her. Her words hung in the air, and he could taste the adrenaline in her voice, a sweet addition to the thrill of the hunt still coursing through his veins.

“Thank you?” The Ivory God echoed, his voice a low, dangerous purr that resonated through the forest. “Such needless gratitude for a pleasure on my part.” Feel her fear, taste her dread. Her heartbeat quickens, like a bird in a snare. She is yours to play with, to ensnare!

His eyes never left hers as she began to back away. He could see the tension in her every movement, the readiness to flee at the slightest provocation. Oh, this game. He relished this dance of predator and prey she so easily slipped into playing. He stepped forward slowly, deliberately, his posture relaxed yet menacing. She wanted to face him with fear, but all she succeeded in doing was awakening his instinctual prey drive. He allowed the silence to stretch, the weight of his gaze heavy upon her. Each step she took backward, he mirrored with one forward, maintaining the tension between them. “So quick to leave?” He continued, his tone mocking. “I do not desire the elk.” He called after her, watching her hastily flee. Her mind races, her body trembles. Let her think she has a chance. The chase is sweeter when hope is crushed!


“Run, if you must,” He said softly, a sinister smile curling his lips. “But if I find you, there is no escaping me.” With that, he stopped, giving her a moment of false hope, a fleeting chance to believe she could slip away. He savored the anticipation, the delicious thrill of the inevitable chase. He watched her, his molten eyes glinting with predatory hunger, and when she left his line of sight, he would bound forward almost playfully, pursuing the pink-eyed woman through the brush. He imagines finding her, his spine shuddering at the thought of her slender form quaking in fear before him. Pink eyes dilated in horror.

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Ellara's heart pounded like a war drum in her chest, each beat echoing the urgency of her flight. Setekh's mocking words lingered in the air, a sinister whisper that spurred her onward with a renewed surge of adrenaline. Every fiber of her being was attuned to the primal need to survive, her muscles coiling and releasing with the precision of a finely tuned instrument as she bolted into the dense underbrush.

The world around her became a chaotic blur, the towering redwoods and thick ferns transforming into a labyrinthine obstacle course. Ellara's paws struck the forest floor with a desperate rhythm, each step a silent prayer for escape. She moved with the grace of a dancer and the speed of a hunted deer, her latte-pink and coffee-brown coat blending seamlessly with the dappled shadows of the forest.

Her eyes, wide with fear and determination, scanned the surroundings with frantic intensity. The forest offered no easy refuge, but she searched desperately for any cover that could conceal her tall frame from Setekh's relentless pursuit. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her lungs burning with the effort, as she spotted a dense cluster of ferns near the base of an ancient redwood.

Ellara veered sharply, her body moving with an almost feline agility, and plunged into the undergrowth. The ferns enveloped her in their cool embrace, their fronds creating a verdant curtain that she hoped would shield her from Setekh's predatory gaze. She crouched low, her body pressed close to the earth, every muscle straining to remain still and silent.

The forest around her seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of nature hushed as if in anticipation. Ellara could feel the damp soil beneath her paws, the rough texture of the ferns brushing against her fur, and the faint, earthy scent of the redwoods filling her nostrils. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing her racing heart to slow, her breath to steady.

She knew Setekh was out there, somewhere, his presence a dark shadow that loomed over her thoughts. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, sent a jolt of fear through her, but she forced herself to remain calm. Her ears perked, straining to catch any sound that might betray his approach. The minutes stretched into an eternity, the tension in the air palpable.

Ellara's mind raced, contemplating her next move. She knew she couldn't stay hidden forever, but for now, she clung to the fragile hope that the ferns would provide enough cover. The forest, once a place of tranquility and solace, had transformed into a battlefield where every sense was heightened, every instinct sharpened. She was a creature of grace and strength, but in this moment, she was also prey, fighting for her life in the shadow of the ancient redwoods.

Ellara "Ella" Praetor

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Setekh prowled through the forest, a bounce in his step – the thrill of the chase igniting a fire in his veins. The handsome brute moved with grace, each step a silent one. His molten eyes scanned the labyrinth of trees and underbrush with an unerring precision, every shadow and movement scrutinized. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the lingering adrenaline of his prey. He could almost taste her fear, a tantalizing flavor that spurred him on with a dark hunger. The forest’s familiar paths and hidden trails were no mystery to him; he knew them intimately, every nuance and secret. He was an older wolf, but his beauty and experience was not quite senior. Setekh’s breath was steady, controlled, contrasting starkly with the ragged gasps he had heard from her moments before. His ears twitched, catching the faintest sounds of her frantic escape. The rustling of ferns, the snap of a twig, the soft thud of paws against the earth – each noise painted a vivid picture of her route. He moved swiftly, his lean form weaving through the undergrowth with predatory ease. Her fear is sweet, a nectar to savor. Yes, chase her, break her, make her yours. The forest watches, waits for the inevitable fall.

He paused, the silence of the forest wrapping around him like a cloak. He knew she was close, the scent of her fur lingering in the air. His tongue lapped out to taste her scent in the air. Setekh closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply, letting the scent guide him. Imagining those pink orbs, that light brown fur. His eyes snapped open, a wicked glint flashing in their depths as he caught the scent trail again. The ancient redwoods loomed above him, their shadows casting a dim light over the forest floor. He approached the dense cluster of ferns where he sensed her presence, his steps slow and deliberate, relishing the anticipation. The ferns, a mere curtain of green, did little to conceal the tension in the air, the scent of fear and desperation unmistakable. Her scent is intoxicating, her fear a symphony. Yes, let it build, let it break. Each step brings you closer, closer to her end.

Setekh’s voice was a low, melodic whisper, carrying effortlessly through the stillness. “Hide and seek, little one?” His tone was mocking, filled with a sinister amusement. “Oh.” He stepped closer, his claws flexing into the soft earth, feeling the thrill of the hunt thrumming through his entire being. He peered through the ferns, the green giving way to the brown of fur. He smiled, a slow, predatory grin. “You’ve hidden well.” The Ivory God continued, his voice a soft, dangerous purr. “But not well enough.” The silence stretched, the tension mounting with each passing second. See how she trembles, how she waits. Yes, draw it out, make it last. Her end is near, her fear is yours to savor.

Setekh’s muscles coiled with anticipation, ready to pounce. He could imagine her wide, terrified eyes, the way her breath hitched in fear. He savored the moment, the final seconds before the inevitable capture. He moved with precision, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. The ferns rustled as he lunged, his eyes blazing with predatory triumph. Setekh’s presence was a dark shadow, a nightmare come to life, ready to claim his prey. The chase had been exhilarating, but the capture, the final moment of fear and surrender – that was the true reward. “Found you.” The game had reached its climax, and he reveled in the thrill of his victory, the forest echoing with the silent scream of his prey as he sought to pin her down. Blood and fear, a feast for the senses. Yes, take her, break her. This is your domain, your hunt, your triumph.

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Ellara's heart pounded with the intensity of a war drum, each beat resonating through her entire being as she huddled low among the ferns. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, the sound mingling with the rustling of leaves. The dense foliage offered scant cover, the ferns' fronds whispering like conspiratorial shadows. Every fiber of her being was attuned to the primal fear coursing through her veins, her pink eyes wide and filled with an urgent need to survive.

Setekh's voice slithered through the forest like a serpent, wrapping around her with its mocking, sinister tone. "Hide and seek, little one?" His words dripped with malice, each syllable a dagger aimed at her heart. Ellara's muscles tensed, her body a coiled spring of terror and adrenaline. The oppressive silence of the forest seemed to magnify every sound, her ragged breathing and the distant echo of Setekh's steps merging into a symphony of dread.

The ferns parted as Setekh lunged, his dark, predatory form emerging like a specter from a nightmare. Ellara's scream ripped through the stillness, a raw, primal cry that reverberated off the ancient redwoods. The sheer force of her fear paralyzed her, her limbs locked in place as his claws dug into her fur, pinning her to the ground. She could feel his breath, hot and oppressive, against her neck, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.

For an agonizing moment, she was trapped in a cocoon of terror, her mind a chaotic swirl of panic and desperation. Setekh's weight pressed her into the earth, his larger build and sinewy strength overwhelming her. But within the maelstrom of fear, a spark of defiance ignited. She could not, would not, succumb to this monster.

With a surge of adrenaline, Ellara wrenched herself free from the paralyzing grip of terror. Her body twisted and contorted, every muscle straining with the effort, as she created just enough space to launch her counterattack. Her eyes, once wide with fear, now blazed with a fierce determination.

She sprang at him, her teeth bared like a row of ivory daggers, and aimed for the vulnerable flesh of his throat. Her jaws clamped down with the force of a vice, her sharp teeth sinking into his fur and flesh. She tore at him with a wild, desperate fury, her claws raking against his skin in a frenzied dance of survival.

The forest floor became a chaotic battleground, their bodies clashing with a primal savagery. Ellara's latte-pink coat was a blur of motion, her every movement a testament to her will to survive. Setekh's red eyes blazed with a dark, unholy light, his own strength and fury meeting hers in a brutal contest of dominance.

Their struggle was a violent symphony, the sounds of growls, snarls, and the tearing of flesh mingling with the whispers of the ancient redwoods. The towering trees stood as silent sentinels, their stoic presence a stark contrast to the feral battle unfolding beneath their boughs. Ellara's breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her muscles burning with the exertion, but she fought on with a relentless determination.

She could feel the sting of his claws and the hot rush of blood from her wounds, but pain was a distant, secondary concern. Each attack was fueled by the raw, primal instinct to survive, every movement a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness. She knew that this was a battle for her very life, and she would not, could not, let fear claim her again.

Ellara's ferocity was a storm, wild and untamed, as she continued to lash out at Setekh with unyielding resolve. She was no longer just prey; she was a force of nature, fighting with every ounce of strength and courage she possessed. The ancient redwoods bore witness to her struggle, their silent whispers urging her on, as she fought to break free from the shadow of death and emerge victorious.

Ellara vs Setekh for Dominance
Round 1/x
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Skills: Novice Healer & Intermediate Fighter

Ellara "Ella" Praetor

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Setekh’s ears twitched, catching every breath, every rustle. He could feel the fear radiating from her, thick and palpable, a delectable scent that made his blood sing with anticipation. Run little one, run. Fear makes the heart beat faster, the blood sweeter.

He relished the sight of her huddled among the ferns, her pink eyes wide with terror. His muscles coiled, ready to pounce, his molten eyes locked onto her trembling form as he taunted her. Her scent, her fear, it’s all yours. Draw it out, make it last.

With a predator’s grace, he lunged through the foliage. Her scream, so sweet, tore through the forest, sending a thrill down his spine. His claws sank into her fur, pinning her to the ground. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, savoring the moment of her terror. Breathing her scent in as he struck. Her wide, terrified eyes met his, and for a moment, he reveled in the power he held over her. But then, in a burst of defiance, she wrenched herself free. Her muscles twisted and contorted, creating enough space to strike back. Oh? She fights, she fights! Yes, make her struggle, make her bleed.

Her jaws clamped down on his throat, sharp teeth piercing flesh. The pain was sharp, but it only fueled his hunger. His core burned, his throat reverberating with a laugh unspilled from his lips. He growled, a deep, guttural sound, and retaliated with savage force. Their bodies clashed in a brutal dance, each attack met with equal ferocity. Her defiance is delicious, her struggle divine.

Setekh’s red eyes blazed with unholy light as he matched her fury, each movement calculated and precise. Blood and pain mingled with the scent of pine and earth, creating a heady mix that drove him to greater heights of savagery and pleasure. Each swipe of her claws, each bite of her jaws, was met with his own ferocious attacks. He felt her claws rake against his skin, felt the hot rush of his own blood, but still — it only spurred him on.

He moved with precision, each strike aimed to subdue, to dominate. Her determination shone through every movement, proof of her will to survive. But he did not wish to take her life from her. No. She fights so beautifully, her spirit strong. Break it, make it yours.

Setekh’s voice cut through the air once more, a low, mocking whisper. “Your fear belongs to me.” He lunged again, claws and teeth bared, ready to claim his prize. Teeth snapping at her own jugular, aiming to pin her back down.

Setekh vs Ellara for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Golden horn crown
Defensive Battle Accessory: Golden claw talon fittings
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Albino Raven, female - battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: n/a

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Desperation fueled her next move. Ellara twisted her body with every ounce of strength she possessed, managing to free herself from his grip just enough to launch another attack. Her claws raked against his side, and she aimed a bite at his shoulder, hoping to create an opening to escape. The taste of blood and the scent of pine and earth filled the air, a heady mix that drove her to fight with renewed vigor.

Ellara's breath came in ragged gasps, her muscles burning with exertion. She knew she was fighting for her very life, and she would not let fear claim her again. Each movement, each strike, was a testament to her will to survive. The ancient redwoods, their silent whispers urging her on, stood as her only allies in this savage struggle. And as she continued to fight with relentless determination, she clung to the hope that she could outlast Setekh's dark hunger and escape the shadow of death that loomed so close.


Ellara vs Setekh for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Skills: Novice Healer & Intermediate Fighter

Ellara "Ella" Praetor

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And the winner is...Ellara

Ellara

Due to not posting within the time limit, Setekh loses by default. They must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out.