Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

Absinth's eyes narrowed as the hulking male barreled toward her, his brawny figure and foreign stench setting her senses ablaze. His agitation pulsed through the clearing like a drumbeat, but she met his fury with a wry tilt of her head and a wicked gleam in her eye. This brute was no packmate, nor did he share her rules, and that suited her just fine. She didn’t flinch as he lunged, the dull gleam of his claws seeking her flesh, nor did she yield to the threat his mask and horns so boldly promised. Instead, she dropped her weight low, her powerful haunches tensing before she twisted sharply to one side, letting his charge meet empty air where she had been but a heartbeat before.

Her snarl tore through the dense northern chill, a guttural sound that promised more than just a fight—it promised pain. Absinth’s ivory coat bristled as she circled him, her steps deliberate, her movements a measured dance of predator to predator. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of speaking first, letting the silence coil thickly, allowing her eyes to speak her amusement at his boldness. Did he think she’d simply crumble under his brute strength? She had faced far worse.

With a graceful flick of her tail, she signaled her ravens, who wheeled and dove, their shrill calls slicing the air like knives. They would be her eyes, her warnings, even as she matched this stranger's strength with her cunning. She let her eyes linger over his horns, his mask, each calculated movement he made, a sly smile twisting her lips. "Is that all, brute?" she taunted, her voice a low murmur, velvet over steel, as she edged closer with a stance that dared him to try again. The thrill of violence hummed in her veins, each heartbeat echoing in her ears.

His goal was clear, as clear as her own. "You want to leave a scar?" she whispered, her gaze glinting with dark amusement as her claws scraped the earth, voice dropping to a venomous purr. "Then you’ll have to earn it." She grinned wickedly, her jaws swiping downward to grasp one of her knives, the gems dangling from her antlers jingling as she lurched forward to aim a swift strike to his chest or shoulder — whatever her speed would allow before he reacted.

Absinth vs Erebos for Minor Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Knife bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather armor
Companion 1: Raven, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Juggernaut


"Absinth Artemisia Inferos"