He could feel his mind twisting and turning into the most horrid things he could imagine. He woke constantly night after night, and now he lacked sleep. The sleepless beast slipped away from his den in the dead of night and ended up here in this cave, he had no idea where he was, or what he was doing. He kept seeing silhouettes and shadows of things he wasn't even sure were real, but the whispers he heard sounded real enough. "Fuck off you whore!" He bellowed into the darkness as the voice of his mother entered his mind. He snarled and growled, jaws snapping on air as he sought to RIP into flesh...but there was nothing there. ""

Basilia had been exploring the lands of Auster, keeping low since it had reached autumn. She was another year older now and with that came the urge to do things that she rarely wanted to do otherwise. For the most part she could go solo for a while, but if the chance to mess with someone else’s life came up she wasn’t one to turn it down. As Basilia passed by the entrance to a cave she heard the sound of distant shouting echo through the cave walls. The sound was distorted enough that she couldn’t make out the words. She entered the cave and sought out the source of the sound, maybe it would be a lost pup or yearling she could make fun of and beat up. Upon going deeper into the cave she found what could presumably be the source of the sound. She wasn’t sure whether she was disappointed or excited. It was the man she had met when she first arrived. From what she remembered it was an interaction to be noted. He looked as if he was ready to fight something. Instinctively she dropped into a battle pose with legs spread equal distance apart and joints bent at the ready. If this man wanted a fight she’d give it to him, after all Basilia had done a lot more fighting since their last encounter. Talk

He twisted and turned, teeth snapping on air over and over and over. If he didn't know better before coming into these caves, he would have thought himself rabid. Only he wasn't...he was healthy. Physically. Mentally, however, was a different story. The masked male snarled, as he searched for the bitch that birthed him. He could have sworn she was here. He could hear her...her voice was unmistakable. "Come out and show yourself you bitch!" He yelled into the darkness, fur bristling as he stalked quietly in the dark. Drool dripped from bared fangs, eyes wild with aggression and something that screamed psycho. Everywhere he looked he kept seeing her shadow. Teasing. Taunting him. And every time he took a step forward the shadow disappeared before reappearing somewhere else. She was toying with him. He continued to try and catch her, growing more frustrated with each attempt. And finally, when he whirled around, blood red gaze fell on what looked like an actual physical form. Finally. She had finally shown herself after all this time, and she stood there like she wasn't just taunting him. Crazed gaze stared at Basilia's form, only to him, it wasn't the woman he had met before. It was his mother. And he was ready to make her suffer just like he had. ""

Basilia held her fighting stance as the male continued to move around in what looked like a crazed manner. This man had surely lost his sanity. Basilia thought about it for a second, she hadn’t been with anyone for a while and if this male was already slipping away from reality surely no one else would care if she had her way with him. She could easily take him she was physically a little bit larger than him and if he had gone mad from illness surely his strength would be weakened. Basilia began to run at the male with the intent of leaping upwards so she could place her front paws on the male’s shoulders so she could push him down to the ground. Basilia vs Azazel (right to mate) Round: 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: large Build: medium Companion 1: not present Fight Skill Level: advanced Talk

His focus slipped in and out as he stared at the flickering figure of his mother. His teeth remained bared and drool slipped from exposed fangs as he stumbled towards the figure. Before he knew it, his "mom" had leaped towards him. The blurred form was starting to become outlined with shadows, tendrils twisting and snapping like some weird fucking octopus. Before he knew it, a weight landed on his back, but he had managed to brace his legs just enough to keep him from going completely down. He twisted wildly, the force of his anger and psychotic state giving him enough rabid strength to keep him on his feet. While yes, he couldn't tell reality from hallucinations, he was still dangerous, and potentially more so in this state than usual. He bucked wildly while twisting and turning in an effort to throw the weight off, and as he did so, he turned in towards himself as he sought to grab whatever he could of her in his teeth and drag her off of him and to the ground. "I'm going to fuck you up!" Azazel vs Basilia for Right to mate Round: 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: large Build: medium Fight Skill Level: advanced ""

Basilia still hadn’t backed down from her decision. No matter how much this man fought she was going to get what she wanted, the fact that he was fighting back made her want it even more. Logic while fighting wasn’t Basilia’s strong suit, no matter the situation. Her paws had landed on the man’s shoulders and she had pushed him down a little, but not nearly as much as she had wanted. His writhing around made it hard to keep a grip on him, it was like trying to hold onto a flying bird that was still trying to escape. Her left paw slipped off as the male shouted, the words made Basilia slightly confused, he clearly hadn’t done much damage to her yet and she didn’t think that his goal was the same as hers “Then do it then!” The words came out of her mouth as her other paw was pushed off and back onto the ground by the male’s gnashing snout. Mind slightly addled Basilia when into straight fighting mode, forgetting to do anything related to getting the man on his back. She went for her preferred move of a paw stomp. Using her right paw to seek out his left, if she could nail him to the ground then there was a chance he would stop moving so much. Basilia vs Azazel (right to mate) Round: 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: large Build: medium Companion 1: not present Fight Skill Level: advanced Talk

His anger was rising, but with that rising anger came more confusion and he was tiring. Whatever effects this cave caused to his mind had taken hold some time ago, and he couldn't even tell what was real and what wasn't. The weight on his back didn't quite go away, but it lessened just a bit as he bucked around. His teeth snapped on nothing, a voice egging him on told him to do it but he wasn't even sure if he actually heard that or if it was in his own head. A desperate growl slipped from his throat as he felt himself stumble, and then his paw was pinned to the ground. His legs buckled and the male decided on a last ditch effort to throw the attacker off. He sought to throw himself against the stone wall, hoping his assailant would become pinned between him and the wall. Head twisted back in an effort to grab whatever he could and drag the weight off of him, but he was tiring, and fast. He could feel his legs shaking from the effort of holding the weight up coupled with the fog in his head. He felt suffocated, and instinctively he knew he wouldn't be able to remain conscious for much longer. Azazel vs Basilia for Right to mate (not that he knows ;D) Round: 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: large Build: medium Fight Skill Level: advanced ""

And the winner is...

MIACH

AZAZEL must give up by submitting or passing out. BASILIA now has the right to mate with AZAZEL. Totals: Basilia: 332.87 Azazel: 252.48

Basilia could see that the male had gone insane, his moves made no sense and all they did was wear him out. With a man so insane nobody would believe him if he disclosed what had happened here tonight. Using her muscle and taking advantage of the male’s weakened state she got him to a position that she could work with. This was by far one of the worst things she had done with her life so far, maybe it was the heat. Maybe she was just getting crazier with age, either one was valid. If anyone else heard about this she might get a bad reputation, the kind that even evil wolves didn’t want. She wanted to be known as strong, not as the one who slept around. Succumbing to those kinds of desires made one weak in her eyes and Basilia couldn’t let that happen. After tonight it was back to the path of dominating everyone. -fade to black- Talk

His strength was fading pretty fast, and no matter what he tried he couldn't seem to shake that weight. He slumped to the ground in defeat, his legs shaking from the effort of trying to get the weight off to no avail. Falling to his side, he slipped in and out of unconsciousness, not really figuring out what was going on quite yet. In his current state, everything going on now could have just been a hallucination at this point. The effects of the cave was really having a bad effect on him, and his mind screamed at him to get the fuck out. First...this weight needed to get off of him. Grunting after he rolled onto his back, he felt something unfamiliar, but he couldn't quite tell what it was...all he knew, was that he had no fucking clue what was going on here. His vision was foggy, and all he could see was the blur of a shadow over him before he slipped further away.

-fade to black-

Basilia didn’t take her time leaving the cave, she was out of there as fast as she could. When this time came around in a year she hoped she would have better self control, she couldn’t afford to do something like this every time she couldn’t help herself. Exiting the cave she found herself looking around to make sure no one else was around. She would have to do some serious fighting after this to make up for the night. Recognizing her feminine side wasn’t something she was mentally prepared to do. So it was off to the battle field. -exit Basilia- Talk

By the time he came to, he was laying outside the cave in the cold sun. He opened groggy eyes, blurred vision slowly but steadily getting clearer. He didn't know how he had gotten out of that cave...maybe a good Samaritan heard his struggles and went in to drag his sorry ass out. Shaking his head to clear it, he noticed two scents...one was unfamiliar, his scent more recent. Was that his rescuer? He struggled to his feet, legs somewhat shaky as he still felt the burn of the fight he struggled with and the weight of-- wait...hadn't his mom been there? Confuse, he scented the air to double check the scents that lingered around, realizing that the feminine scent was one he had come across before. It definitely wasn't his mother...but the scent he recognized nonetheless. It was that worthless piece of shit that stomped on crabs for fun. Checking himself, he noticed her smell was all over him, and a furious growl bubbled up in his throat. Had she taken advantage of him during his weakened and hallucinating state? She had to have done it...he knew his mother wasn't around anymore, and there was no other explanation for what he smelled and how he felt. The images of what transpired in that cave were still fuzzy, but he knew for a fact she had fucked him. Her scent was all over him, there was no mistaking that. "That fucking dirty bitch! I'll kill her next time I see her!" He hissed. Well...since he was sure who it was, he would just have to go around and ruin whatever little reputation she had. If she thought she could get away with taking advantage of him without consequence, she was dead wrong. -exit- "Speak"