In the heart of the Druid's Moor, where the mist clung to every surface like a blanket, there roamed Absinth. She moved with the grace of the shadows, her fur that night and day contrast of ivory and charcoal, eyes the color of emeralds aglow in the dim light. This was the new temporary landing of their Syndicate Band, and while she had her lovely companion scout it out before her arrival - Absinth found the report lacking in terms of visual description. It was oddly… Mystical here.

Absinth found herself drawn deeper into the moor, her curiosity piqued by the atmosphere. The soft grey-green heather brushed against her legs as she padded forward, her senses alert to every sound and scent that drifted through the mist. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint aroma of herbs, not that she knew a shit about healing. Absinth paused to inspect a cluster of herbs, wondering what they could be used for. Maybe their use was exactly why Sephiran and his pet chose this place, being wicked little healers themselves.

As she continued her exploration, Absinth's keen eyes caught sight of a faint outline in the distance—a circle of stones shrouded in mist. Intrigued, she quickened her pace, her heart thrumming with anticipation at the prospect of something… exciting. Drawing closer, Absinth felt shivers run down her spine. Stones loomed before her, ancient and tall – lost to time. She circled the perimeter, her senses tingling with a mixture of reverence and curiosity.


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Now that Rhazien had seen the moor with his own eyes, he understood why Sephiran had been so drawn to it. The territory itself was quite large, granting enough room for their growing band to stretch its legs. And the mist that encompassed the domain, well, it was… mystical in a sense- adding an ethereal aura, which made it seem like treasures were hiding within. But instead, there were only demons. And the surplus of herbs and poisons was certainly a plus, even if he didn’t have indepth knowledge of it all. Sephiran and his little pet did though- which meant they could harvest this place thoroughly before moving on to the next. With each place they inhabited, they claimed something as their own- plundering resources until there was nothing left, in their own gluttonous fashion.

And out of everything in the moor, Rhazien was most intrigued by the ancient circle of stones hidden in the heart of the territory. Purposeless structures now, but they must have held some meaning in the past. They towered over himself, seeming to reach up into the misty sky- a display of perseverance and strength, even against the test of time. They could be seen even from a distance in the moor- the stone materializing in front of him, as he approached.

Oh. His lips pulled back into a sly, pseudo smile- the scent of the dearest Absinth floating around in the hazy air. Her monochrome body materialized shortly after- moving along the perimeter of the pillars, observing them for herself. Moving forward, he leaned up against one of them- waiting for Absinth to finish her walking, because it would place her directly in front of him. Unless she changed her course. “Absinth.” He’d say, voice almost a purr, once she noticed him. “How lovely to see you enjoying our moor.” Of course, his tone was quipped with sarcasm- though the look in his eyes, made it known he was up for a game of bantering or… more, if she willed it.  

"Rhazien Saxe"

As Absinth prowled the mist-shrouded moor, she had the misfortune of walking into what would appear to be an accidental meeting with Sephiran’s uncle. Bastard. Rhazien – whatever the fuck you wanted to call him. Her hackles raised ever so slightly, her mind reeling with the urge to lunge straight for his throat. No, no. His voice pierced through the mist, causing Absinth’s ears to flatten in disdain as though she could stop the rumbling tone of his voice from defiling her eardrums.

Hah. She was not about to avoid him though. Sorry Aresenn. She could not be responsible for whatever happened next. Absinth faced him head on, an impish glint in her emerald eyes. His non-attempt at pleasantries was met with a scoff, her lips curling into a smirk as she regarded him. "Yeah? Well, my day is fuckin’ ruined." She retorted, her tone dripping with returned sarcasm as she sauntered closer, her movements accented with predatory sway. "What, Rhazien? Eager for a proper round two?" Her words were laced with barbed wit, each syllable a hostile jab at his arrogance. She was fully aware she had lost their fight, but what she was not over was the exhausted state she had entered into that fight to begin with. And anyways, Absinth had little patience for Rhazien's airs and sweet nothings. But, there was a… spark of intrigue in her gaze as she stared at him, a little something primal lurking beneath the surface. Her tongue traced over her fangs, eager to rend his flesh to nothing.

“Or are you trying to finish what you tried and failed to do?” She added, her voice lowering to a husky growl, lips quivering as she grinned with the likeness of a feral beast. She was referring to the sensation of her limp body being maneuvered against his hips before she lost consciousness. God, she hated this man.

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As Absinth sauntered closer, the first characteristic to materialize in the mist was her eyes- acidic, emerald pools glimmering with disdain, sunken into a backdrop of ebony. Next, it was her face- that dark head of hers a stark contrast to those ivory shoulders, and those lips, ahh, how they quivered in anticipation- that writhing tongue deprived of the taste of his blood. And her expression - fuck, he ate it up - she wanted to eat him alive, pulverize him into a mangled mess of carnage. Her teeth sharp as a blade, her nails aching to claw his perverse eyes out of their sockets. In these moments of observation, memories flooded his mind- the sound of her screaming, how her sweat tasted in his greedy maw, the warmth of her blood, and the pulsation of her vessels against his lips. Fuck, her hatred for him turned him on.

And despite the venom dripping from her maw, lacing every word as she jabbed at him with that barbed wit he’d come to know, his expression didn’t change. He’d continue to stare down at her, roving across her body in the most salacious way, making the perversities in his mind known. After all, they were alone in the mist of the moor- away from leering eyes. He saw no reason to put on a facade. “Oh Absinth, please,” He’d purr, tone of voice falsely beseeching. “Don’t tease me.” His smirk would pull tighter, appearing to curl into the corners of his dark, sculpted features. His eyes were unable to move away from hers, as the tension between them increased at an alarming pace. “If you want me to fuck you, just say so.” Where Absinth felt only hatred for him, Rhazien had mixed emotions towards her- he’d thoroughly enjoy ravaging her- would love to fuck the rage out of that twisted mind of hers.


"Rhazien Saxe"

Absinth's taunts were sharp as thorns, aimed directly at Rhazien's ego, proof of her resilience in the face of their previous altercation. Her fangs gleamed in the low lighting of the mist with every word, every crooked smile she gave him, all a warning of the danger that lurked beneath her deceptively calm exterior. She hated him. She wanted to make him bleed. She wanted to feel the  egotistical brute below her beaten and bloody. Maybe then, under her foot, she’d want anything to do with him.

Intense emeralds narrowed at Rhazien's brazen words, his arrogance like fuel to the flames of her fury. She stood her ground, her posture radiating impish defiance as she resisted the urge to lunge at him with every fiber of her being. She tried her best, really. But what the fuck? You were a fool if you thought fucking Absinth was going to just listen to his provocative words and walk away. Those eyes of his, amethyst pools of unabashed hunger oozing with lust and depravity, seemed to devour her in the most perverse of ways.

Perhaps there were some women who wanted him to pay them this brand of attention, then to bend them over, that handsome face spewing honeyed bullshit — but Absinth was not a bitch in heat. Her hate was not one that could be sated with a cheap fuck. "Don't flatter yourself, Rhazien," She spat, her voice dripping with disdain as it returned the purr of his voice with an edge that was perfectly Absinth.. "I'd sooner slit my own throat than entertain the thought of you touching me again." Her words were like venom, each syllable laced with the rage she held for him. The air was thick, her breathing coming in heavy— control control control. Don’t let him win.

Despite the almost primal urge to rend him limb from limb, Absinth remained composed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose control. She knew the power she held over him, the twisted desire he harbored beneath his facade of indifference. But she would not, could not, be swayed by his hollow promises or lascivious taunts.  

Fuck did that even mean? Like a switch had flipped, her eyes filled with a new prospect, a manifestation of a mind changed. What was good behavior worth? “Mm, actually— I lied.” Her beautiful charcoal visage suddenly turned seductive and luring, she stepped closer as though she might finally give it to him, finally grant him a bloody, agonizing kiss filled with teeth and tongue— everything her wicked personality advertised in a nice sultry package. But her lips met the space below the shell of his dark ear instead, an emerald locked onto his own from a hair’s breadth of a distance away.

“I want to fuck you— up.” The monochromatic woman whispered, dropping her voice in low, sensual tones before she snapped and lunged for his throat.


Absinth vs Rhazien for MAIM
Round 0/?
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 & Professor

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Oh, did Absinth’s hatred burn hot, threatening to sear his flesh if he gravitated too close. Those acidic, emerald eyes sliced through the atmosphere and dug deep into the very fiber of his being. It should have been a repulsive force to Rhazien - surely, a man whose not wanted should know when to back down - but ahh, he’s always had an infinity of challenges. He enjoys the surge of heat that swells in the body, the fading rationality that gives way to satiating desire. The intoxication of pleasure, the dance of seduction- it was something Rhazien lived for.

And as she sauntered closer, destroying the space between them with predatory ease, he couldn’t help but raise his defenses out of reflex. Muscle fibers lit up with energy, a subtle tension that ripples beneath his pelt and contours noticeably around his shoulders and collarbone. His pelt starts to bristle, as her tongue lashes out with unchecked malice and contempt. She’d sooner slit her throat than entertain the thought of him touching her. The predatory hunger boiling in his abdomen flares hotter, shivers of pleasure clawing their way down his spine. A primal force, begging for satiation, all fueled by her reluctance to bend and obey. “Oh, but I can help with that too.” He croons, rolling his tongue across the roof of his mouth- a visceral reaction to the carnal lust.

But suddenly, she flipped a switch- her entire demeanor morphing, a tidal wave of new emotions washing away all of the disdain she’d previously flashed so openly at him. Actually, I lied. Her tone, once venomous and sharp, now seductive and sultry- a stark contrast to the woman he knew she was. What was she planning now? His calculating mind is turning, tapping into his uncanny axilary to identify ulterior motives with precision. Trying to break into that labyrinthine maze behind her insidious eyes, but there wasn’t enough time for a true analysis. Her lips were drawn to his ear, the warmth of her breath dancing into the inner shell, igniting a wave of heat down his spine. Soon after, the sound of saliva splitting from jowls filled his ear, an indication her jaws were parting and she seethed the words I want to fuck you up. into his skull.


Fucking bitch.

Pulling back, Rhazien’s movements are purely out of reflex, reeling backward and away from the stone pillar, trying to avoid the brunt of her assault. But of course, given their proximity, that was impossible; her teeth catching a superficial chunk of fur, at the base of his right collar bone. A guttural snarl burst from his jaws, ears pinning back and eyes narrowing as he regained his bearings and readied himself for the bloodshed. He going to burrow himself into her fucking skin like a festering maggot. With her attached to his collarbone, Rhazien cranes his head down and tucks his chin to his throat, to protect his vitals from her lashing fangs, and better align his snout with his target. Jaws splay, and he snaps at her face, attempting to grab onto the temporal area of her skull and sink his serrated fangs down into the subcutaneous tissue.  

"Rhazien Saxe"

Rhazien vs Absinth for Maim (Scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: >1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Grizzly Cape
Companion 1: Female Black Serval, 22" - Battle
Companion 2: Female Black Serval, 22" - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Knight & Gambler

The sudden shift in Absinth's demeanor caught Rhazien so off guard, it was amusing to see. Horny fuck. Before he could decipher her true motives, she was upon him, the veil of seduction torn away by her chilling words.

Rhazien was quick. Instinctively pulling away from Absinth's aggressive advance. Yet, despite his efforts, her teeth found purchase, sinking into his flesh with a ferocity fueled by her deep-seated hatred. The taste of blood flooded her mouth, eliciting a pleased giggle against his shitty flesh, and fueling her to continue her attack.

His jaws parted with lethal intent, aiming for the tender flesh of Absinth's face, seeking to deliver a blow that would match the ferocity of her own assault. But Absinth was no stranger to combat, her movements fluid and calculated as she evaded his initial assault by releasing his collarbone, her emerald eyes ablaze with a savage determination she attempted to slam her skull upwards into his jaw.

Absinth vs Rhazien for 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

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Snapping his jaws at her face, Rhazien expected their proximity to aid him in the feat; but Absinth was already letting go, the release of pressure against his skin alerting him of her movement. She ducked down, and with his momentum he’d stepped forward, snapping at the empty air with a hissing snarl. Tsk. Still, he’d use the momentum to his advantage, counting to push forward and shoving his weight in her direction. Her skull slammed into his shoulder, missing her mark but causing irritation nonetheless.

Another snarl resonated from Rhazien, his left forelimb raising as he attempted to hook it over her shoulder. He intended to grapple with her, and to use his weight to push down on her back to pin her down. In sync, his jaws would snap at her again, aiming for her nape.

"Rhazien Saxe"

Rhazien vs Absinth for Maim (Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: >1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Grizzly Cape
Companion 1: Female Black Serval, 22" - Battle
Companion 2: Female Black Serval, 22" - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Knight & Gambler

Absinth's response was swift and cunning, but the brute had predicted her move by shoving forward into her and redirecting her headbutt. Her skull met his shoulder, and the monochromatic woman hissed in rage through her teeth, tail lashing in displeasure. She could feel his snarl ripple across her skin, body against heated body she sensed his intention to grapple as his fores raised, and she accepted his hold with a devious thrust of her weight into his. She wanted to slam into him.

As such she gave a taunting smirk, “Missed me, darling?” She purred, her voice dripping with snarled sarcasm. A lightning-fast strike, she drove her open maw into his upper-throat area, willing to accept his snap at her nape if she would get her lick in. If she succeeded, she aimed to force the man back and topple him over.

Absinth vs Rhazien for MAIM (Scarring)
Round 2/2
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 & Professor

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And the winner is...

ABSINTH

RHAZIEN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. ABSINTH'S maim is successful. Totals: Rhazien: Attack Roll: 73 Defense Roll: 49 Agility Roll: 28 Perception Roll: 76 Total: 153 Attack[73] + 30% Bonus[21.90]: 94.90 Defense[49] + 20% Bonus[9.80]: 58.80 Agility[28] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 28.00 Perception[76] + 25% Bonus[19]: 95 Total[276.7] + 25% Bonus[69.17]: 345.87 Absinth: Attack Roll: 87 Defense Roll: 36 Agility Roll: 31 Perception Roll: 77 Total: 231 Attack[87] + 55% Bonus[47.85]: 134.85 Defense[36] + 15% Bonus[5.40]: 41.40 Agility[31] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 31.00 Perception[77] + 25% Bonus[19.25]: 96.25 Total[303.50] + 25% Bonus[75.88]: 379.38

His jaws closed around her nape, serrated fangs penetrating through flesh as he viciously clenched her in his mouth. Savoring the blood that trickled into his maw. It was sweet on his tongue, aromatic and delectable - and although he typically wasn’t the type to revel in the taste of blood, there was something about Absinth’s that drove him mad. It was quickly becoming more than a preference, but a craving, a need. A taste that resonated deeply within him, beckoning him to seek it out. It was her resentment that turned him on. He could taste it on her.

And that craving would attribute to his downfall - his loss, as the viper twisted her head and snapped at his upper throat, sinking her fangs into the tender flesh and shoving him over with the collision of their bodies. He loses his footing, being forced to retract the forelimb he’s thrown over her shoulder, his side hitting the earth with an audible thud. A snarl resonates from him, guttural and vicious, but it is not out of disdain. Even with her jaws at his throat, penetrated deep enough to leave a gnarled scar behind, there is a sinister grin etched across his face. A predator reveling in the high of a battle. The curling of his lips revealed the flash of sharp teeth beneath, a twisted elegance in his demeanor, as he allowed her to declare herself the victor of this assault. “How do I taste, Absinth?” His voice is raspy, a paw raising to press against her chest. “Bitter.” His bi-colored gaze is searching for those pools of emerald.“Sweet.” Another pause, as his lips curl into a tighter smirk. “Sour.” He’s still trying to make her engage. “Intoxicating.” His tail flicks behind him. His toes flexing against her chest, the thumping of her heart vibrating against his paw pad. “Mount me, Absinth. Show me how powerful you really are.” Ahh, of course, Rhazien was still trying to fuck the viper. If only to satiate the depravity ravaging his mind.

"Rhazien Saxe"

Absinth felt his serrated fangs sink into her nape, a searing pain that shot through her as her blood dripped out into his latched maw. She could feel his delight in the taste of her blood, his tongue, his desire intensifying with each moment. Her body betrayed her with a shiver, but the hate within her coiled and twisted, channeling the pain into her actions. She didn’t want him to taste her, even her blood. She wanted him to want her as she knew he did, forever. Unable to quench his thirst for her.

As his jaws tightened, she executed her plan with deadly precision. Twisting her head, she snapped at his upper throat, her fangs sinking into the tender flesh. With a powerful shove, she forced him back, their bodies colliding until he lost his footing. An audible thud marked his fall, but his sinister grin remained.

His voice was raspy, taunting. ‘How do I taste, Absinth? Bitter. Sweet. Sour. Intoxicating?’ His words were a provocation, his paw pressing against her chest as he continued his depraved challenge. ’Mount me, Absinth. Show me how powerful you really are.’

A dark chuckle escaped her lips, her emerald eyes locking onto his bi-colored gaze. “Oh, Rhazien,” The predatory woman purred, her voice laced with venom. “You mistake my power for something as base as your desires.” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear, wanting her touch, her voice, to torment him. “I don't need to mount you to prove my strength.” Her voice was so low, so roguish, so entirely provocative. Despite herself, she could feel an unwanted thrill at their closeness.

With a swift, calculated move, she released her grip on his throat and pinned his other forelimb beneath her, her claws digging into his flesh painfully. “But if it's power you seek, let me show you true dominance.” She pressed harder, feeling the rhythm of his pulse beneath her paw. “It's not about physical prowess, Rhazien. It's about control.”

She leaned back slightly, maintaining her grip. He was more fun alive than dead, she knew that now. But did he? “I could end you here, now. But where would the fun be in that?” Her tail flicked behind her, mirroring his earlier gesture with a lovely expression; one that mocked allure and lust. “You crave my resentment, my blood... but it's my will you can't break.” And how she enjoyed his suffering, even as a part of her reveled in his twisted attention.

Her smirk widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. “Remember this moment, darling. Remember who truly holds the power.” With a final, forceful shove, she pushed him further into the dirt, asserting her dominance without succumbing to his twisted provocations.

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