Heart Turned to Ash

Ah so the pumpkin-faced child excused her lack of knowledge by saying she was training to become a warrior. Ashmedai barked out a laugh. "Oh man, that's rich," he said. "A little warrior flounces up to me and warns me that people might take advantage of my state before presenting herself for a dick down unknowingly." He straightened, taking off his Hawaiian shirt clumsily over his head to reveal his spiked leather harness. She said she was from Lirim, huh? Well, maybe Ash would need to take her back there since apparently their alpha let unripe fruit walk around. She demanded to know who he was. A sharp, lopsided grin came over his face, "Darlin, I'm the big bad wolf here to take advantage of pretty little flowers like you." Ok, yea, he phrased it in such a way that she PROBABLY thought he was gonna do unspeakable things to her in some dark dirty den somewhere, but he wanted her to think that. He wanted to take her naivety and shove it in her face so blatantly she couldn't ignore it. Life wasn't nice. It wasn't fair. And he COULD have been a bad guy. Hell, half the time he WAS a bad guy, but there were others out there who were far worse. She was just lucky he wasn't one of those, but she didn't have to know that just yet. Ashmedai launched himself at Eir, seeking to side step around her and seize her scruff in his jaw and force her to the ground. He needed her to wear herself out- Lirim was a far journey to have to keep fighting her every two minutes.

Ashmedai Imperialis vs Eir Ragnarok for Dominance (Dragging ur ass back to Lirim)
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked BDSM Harness
Skills: Master Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster