Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

The cold morning air bit at Enyo’s fur, the crisp scent of pine needles and frost heavy in her lungs. Her breath came out in pale clouds as she stood amidst the shadows of the trees, the metal of her armor cold against her skin. She heard the soft crunch of paws approaching. Too heavy to be her birds, too deliberate to be anyone but him.

Flare.

The scent hit her before his words did, Syndicate’s acrid stench clinging to him like rot. It coiled around her memories, bringing back his smug face and the vile way he had crossed boundaries she had set with sharp clarity. His teasing voice was as irritating as it was familiar. She told him just a kiss. But no. Flare, like so many weak males, had refused to listen. The idiot thought his want mattered more than her words. His insistence, his arrogance, and his final insult. Calling her a coward when she’d left him behind. What a pathetic man.

Enyo couldn't help but wonder about how many other women he shoved his desires onto. How many lacked the bold or build Enyo possessed to deny him? Flare could've stopped her, could've physically tried. But she knew that even he knew that he wouldn't win such a battle. It was why he tried to get under her fur with weak words.

And now here he was again. As Flare charged, Enyo’s lips peeled back into a snarl, not of fear but of pleasure. It was pure, seething pleasure. She would enjoy this.

"Spreading your blood across this dirt will bring me more pleasure than that inadequate member between your legs ever could." she taunted under her breath, adrenaline flooding her veins.

The moment he lunged to slam into her, she twisted sharply into his side, using the momentum of her heavier weight to try to send him stumbling off balance. Her armor clanged as she moved, her body a coiled force of muscle and precision.

Her jaws snapped down on the soft skin beneath his lower left jaw, her fangs moving to drive deep into the flesh near his throat. She didn’t bite to kill, not yet. This was about making him feel it, feel the sharp edge of her teeth and the weight of her wrath. A growl rumbled through her chest, vibrating through her hold on him. The metallic taste of blood touched her tongue, and a wicked grin curled her lips as she tightened her grip.

This was the moment she had craved. The thrill of putting Flare exactly where he belonged. The pressure of his blood beneath her fangs, the way his pulse raced. It was intoxicating. It was control. Her control.

She sneered through her clenched jaw, her voice thick with disgust. "Another weak male chasing power through women. It’s pathetic."

If successful she would move without giving him a chance to recover, she would release his throat with a violent shove, attempting to send him crashing into the cold, hard ground beneath the pines. Snow and dirt scattered beneath his frame as she loomed over him.

"You called me a coward." Her voice was low, taunting, every word soaked in venom. "Show me how brave you are now."

She reveled in every second of his pain, every twitch of discomfort, every drop of blood that stained the snow beneath them.



"SPEECH"

ENYO vs Flare for DOMINANCE
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Berserker (Bard from Rougarou)