É r e b o s


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he continued his journey a little past midday,- determined to waste no more time in finding shelter and food. his bulky figure moving with ease as massive paws carried him into the cavern mouths. the stench of others loud & clear yet he proceeds on in blank disregard. with his fleeting patience, erebos would not sit idly to be handed the things he desired.. let alone needed. breaking the norm of pack law and refusing the wait to be let in, erebos would gladly take. intending to hunt their foods and take their dens, raiding their pack lands for necessities. and so easily not caring who he ran into or the consequences of his casual invasion, erebos trampled on until his paw pads felt the cool earth. flaring his inky nostrils like a maddened bull, he sniffed the bleak airs. tasting & testing them as he blew out harshly in disapproval. it was a barren landscape but semi-fresh blood was in the air some ways away. with nothing but rocks further down his path as his surroundings began to darken; the natural light nearly absent as he ventured deeper inside the cavity only to find plenty twists & turns.

his every move became an echo & his trot was a thunderous one; inclining his monstrous size. a deliberate showcase for anyone who found him. unyielding, erebos did not want to hide. pressing forward with decisive footing, the goliath brute would soon come to a halt after finding a half eaten bear cub. the one he smelt before. metallic notes swarmed around & stung his nares as he stood over it now with a dispassionate glare. pings of disappointment filling him once more at the size of the carcass. barley a filling for the giant male that towered above it. but he was low on fuel and needed to replenish what was taken from his long journey. so with a huff, his large jowls parted to reveal sharp teeth that would sink into the partially skinned cub; easily crushing the slightly warm flesh with knocking sounds of his barbaric chewing. his ears were erect, swiveling atop his crown as he remained alert during his meal. claiming it for himself after someone clearly left it alone. a foolish move in the land of wolves.





"talk" 'think'

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She was alerted to a presence that did not belong. Seymour came to her with news of someone unknown that had dared to trespass into her lands. Her lip lifted and a low snarl rumbled in her throat as she made her way toward the Gorge. Who was it? Did he know he was trespassing? Someone she knew that finally decided to try to make a move against her? She'd find out soon enough. Like her title, The Wraith was quick to appear in the familiar caverns that she now called home. She had learned the paths that made up the many tunnels, knew which ones would get her where she needed to go quickly, and others that ended in dead ends or falls. She had cleared one of these caverns out last night, killing a bear and leaving Ripper to deal with the cub. Whether or not he finished the job didn't matter, it wouldn't have made it out alive anyway.

The tunnels closer to the main area were lit with torches, but she had yet to light all the paths further in. That didn't seem to deter the trespasser, however, as she managed to pick up his scent and followed it down into the bowels of her turf. She did not take well to trespassers. If they were trespassing it usually meant they were up to no good. (She was used to being the one up to no good!) But in this case, there were a lot of pups in the pack that she needed to protect! Although she was fairly sure several of them could protect themselves, she wouldn't risk it with a stranger that dared have the audacity to go this far into lands that were not free game.

Sharpened claw covers clicked on the stone beneath her feet as the scent drew closer. Fur prickling with delight as she neared. Jaws opened slightly with a mixture of a growl and her infamous cackling, and unsettling sound echoing in the pits of her own home. Someone does not beloooong~" She crooned as she continued her path, the scent of blood and the sound of someone eating what did not belong to him got closer.

Finally, she found him. A giant brute that she did not recognize, eating what Ripper had killed not long ago. "Medusa has found you. You do not belong here." She stated, her voice dripping with something dangerous. Something that said he'd best tread lightly. Her claws clicked one by one in quick succession as she waited for his answer. Looking him over for a moment. "My, what a pretty pelt you have. Can Medusa have it?" She grinned a sinister grin. What would he make of that?

"Speech"

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it happens just as he wanted it to; summoning their leader like a obedient puppy. only it was a she-wolf.. a feminine leader with wicked features similar to a skeleton. a ghoulish woman that would appear before him, cooing to him with a disturbingly playful voice, as if delighted to find his challenge. initially, it interests him but he saves the ponder for another time. for as she is in full view, he sizes her up,- swallowing the last of his meal. the atmosphere was tense, risky and defiant. thickened with the presumption of aggression. "I know." he was short with his response; acknowledging her but nothing else. his voice deep and throaty with a subtly growing growl of his own. his binary gaze traces her body before meeting her azure stare. something was off about the leader; perhaps a mad hatter. one with no form of grace. only an ugly mess to behold.. and yet it obtained this kingdom. he took that, and respected it.
as she spoke, he learned her peculiar way of talking. naming herself more than once as she studied his coat. she went by medusa.. a devilish name with a chill to it. luckily, he did not freeze easily. her efforts to scare him off failed, as his own sense of fear was absent. a serious visage with a hard gaze only followed, his voice gruff & laced with his greek accent. "Only if I can have yours, too." he offered an odd but surely fair trade-, impulsive on his tongue as he fell for her aromatic trance that chocked around him. his eyes then trickled over her golden septum piercing for only a moment with undetectable curiosity because by far, she was the most interesting to have come across. finally.
she was oddity at best, but he was captivated her presence in an unexpected way. attractive to his greater agendas no doubt, but he wasn't so naive that her mentality lacked comprehension. he didn't doubt her, let alone her threats. and if she was their leader.. she had numbers greater than one that worshiped her. "I intend to go after my fill." he said to her with a baritone voice still intertwined with a guttural growl. his head slightly lowered then with a predatory glare as he watched her closely. "or will you try to stand in my way?..," his words vibrated a darker cause: as he was unmistakably wicked in his own nature. a secret villain.


"talk" 'think'

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"I know." Her ear twitched the smallest of twitches. Ah, so he had done this on purpose then, eh? Well, even worse for him and better for her. Now she wouldn't feel bad for what she might do. And as she heard the growl rumble in his own throat, she took that as a challenge. Her lips peeled back in equal parts Cheshire smile and baring yellowed fangs. He had trespassed against the wrong one today. But she'd let him figure that out in due time. "Only if I can have yours, too." It seemed he was not afraid nor put off. Perhaps someone that matched her energy? Did it confuse her? No. Did it interest her? Perhaps. Nobody would know for sure. Regardless of whether or not this man would fall in her good graces would remain to be seen.

He was not afraid of her. His posture. His words. Everything about him screamed defiance. His disrespect when he said he was going to eat his fill. That was not his. That belonged to her pack. He had no rightful claim to it. His growling echoed in the cavern, his next words sealing the deal. "Tsk, tsk, tsk...he should've left while he had the chance. Medusa does not like trespassers." She stated again.

Without warning, Medusa charged forth. Hackles on end to help protect herself, the wolf skull she wore over her own coming down over her face and the bones of her enemies that she wore rattled with each step. She sought to close the distance between them, chest seeking to slam into his as her head snapped toward him, fangs looking to wrap around his muzzle, a teaching moment, if you will, that he should've shut his mouth and carried on his merry way. She was an experienced, feral fighter. She didn't know what his experience was, but regardless, she would show him what fucking around and finding out would get him.

Medusa vs Érebos for Force claim
Round: 1/?
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton
Companion 1: Wolverine, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Cougar, Female - Battle
*Companion 3: Lesser yellow-headed vulture, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"

OOC: Mature for content and sexual mention.

É r e b o s


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he simply had no words for her. he was not one to preserve himself or others; he adored it rawly and with brute passions. excited if you will, to exercise his mounds of obvious testostrone on a womanly leader who never heard a 'no' in her life. a deviant little cunt, she had to fight for this. to keep him, to tame him, to have him.
she charges and he sees her stance shift- taking instant and intuitive note of the hackles that rose in her outline. the rattle of something bones clicked & clacked, notifying him of her fast action head on. quickly, he sets his claws digging into the ground with splayed toes as he shifts his own weight towards his frontal limbs to create a hard & ready brace for her incoming, simultaneously raising his own hackles. he then angles his opened jaws to the left side, aiming to catch her collide of teeth into his own cavernous trap before locking down on whatever he bit. fangs flying in the air, as his neck slightly lowers with cranking power related to his firm grip on the earth.
the two moved in a monstrous dance-, erebos was not one to back down & it seemed neither was she. to harm a leader was a flattering thing to do, and to make his mark was pleasurable to him. with the unmistakable twinge of sexual tension in his girth that gave way to a thicker carnal musk accompanied by a symphony of guttural growls.


Medusa vs Érebos for Force claim
Round: 1/?
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire Wolf
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner fighter & beginner healer
Specialty: n/a

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by ashon

She collided with the slightly larger male, but the pain that would blossom in her breast from the clash would go largely ignored as it often did when she was in the heat of a fight. The Wraith did not play when it came to dealing with trespassers, and thinking back...this was probably the only real one they had beyond raiders coming to steal her packs resources. Still, this one man decided that waltzing in and stealing what did not belong to him was a good idea, but she'd prove to him the error of his ways. Fangs flew, and she had only but a moment to react as her opponent reached for her jaws. Her teeth clashed against his, the rattle of fang against fang reverberating in her skull and whether or not either of them would find a cracked tooth was unknown, but certainly not something she'd think about at this moment in time.

The Wraith would quickly change her positioning, rising upon her hind legs as her forelegs reached to wrap around his neck in a hug that nobody should want from her. To fall into her embrace meant she was about to play dangerous games with your face, and she intended to do just that. She sought to flex her toes into fur and skin, looking to prick the bastards neck with the sharpened claw covers she wore. Once again, fangs shot toward his face, this time seeking to lacerate straight across. Bottom jaw looking to cut from beneath his left eye while top jaw aimed to cut from the top of his brow. While she'd fight with ferocity, she wasn't exactly looking to place scars upon him on purpose. If it happened, however, then at least it'd serve as a reminder not to cross her again.

Medusa vs Érebos for Force claim
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton
Companion 1: Wolverine, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Cougar, Female - Battle
*Companion 3: Lesser yellow-headed vulture, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: n/a

"Speech"

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their clash was a strong one that sent a painful surge all over his cranium, but he bites back the urge to yelp- too proud even in his chaotic trance of aggression. his ears flattened firmly with the momentum as his teeth clung around hers for only a moment before she'd lift up with her arms flinging around him. her swift movement surprises him, leaving his nape vulnerable to her claws & accessories; piercing him with two holes on each side, drawing some blood and landing small contusions.
but even then, his flushing adrenaline blocks out a significant reaction to the burning injuries. while she's standing on her hind legs, he sees her exposed breast area, and quickly his opened jaws aim to bite into her large portion of flesh with strong force. his own hind limbs step forward many times during the act, hoping to knock her off balance and bruise against her chest area.
in consequence, she grazes just behind his left ear, slicing through his fur with ready blood but he proceeds in his intention to cut into her own skin. his actions are more vicious, balanced  and forceful. she annoyed him and frustrated him, giving him a renewed sense of wraith for her; she enraged him by now, & his snarls were ferocious.

medusa vs érebos for force claim
round: 2/2
age: over 1yr
size: dire wolf
build: heavy
skills: beginner fighter & beginner healer
specialty: n/a

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by ashon

And the winner is...

Medusa

Érebos has been force claimed by Medusa Totals: Medusa: Attack Roll: 61 Defense Roll: 36 Agility Roll: 36 Perception Roll: 71 Total: 204 Attack[61] + 65% Bonus[39.65]: 100.65 Defense[36] + 15% Bonus[5.40]: 41.40 Agility[36] + 5% Bonus[1.80]: 37.80 Perception[71] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 71.00 Total[250.85] + 25% Bonus[62.71]: 313.56 Érebos : Attack Roll: 1 Defense Roll: 48 Agility Roll: 96 Perception Roll: 92 Total: 237 Attack[1] + 10% Bonus[0.10]: 1.10 Defense[48] + 5% Bonus[2.40]: 50.40 Agility[96] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 96.00 Perception[92] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 92.00 Total[239.50] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 239.50

This fight is a wild one. The sort she hasn't had in quite some time. She is eager to put this trespasser in his place, even if it meant exposing herself for a moment as they went at each other with tooth and claw. However, it would appear that The battled-hardened Wraith would come out on top. Her claws would pierce his hide, and as he pushed and bit her chest, she would snarl as her teeth wrapped around the base of his exposed neck. The Wraith took the opportunity, pushing back as she gripped his scruff and, despite her lighter weight, her prowess and determination would overpower him. She twisted her head to the side, forcing him to his knees as she scruffed him. Forcing his submission. Once the victor of the fight was realized, she would release her hold on him and took a step back, tongue swiping against her maw as she wiped away the blood. "You belong to Medusa now. You will be a Cursed of Insomnia until he fights for his freedom, or until he chooses to join." She stated as she rolled her shoulders and shook herself out, the bones of her armor rattling heavily against her body before dual toned gaze fell back on him. "What's his name?" "Speech"

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he was not without his own reward-, tasting her blood as he bit into her chest. but all the same, she took advantage of his busy intent; her fighting style was swift & thoughtful. in some way, erebos was impressed by her might and success of claiming him. but in it, lingered the messy mixture of thick resentment & angry vengeance. & with fast heeding, he would weave his web and plan for her, and for them. she owed him something tangible, and he put a target on her head for the years to come. unbeknownst to her, she met her rival.
she then grabbed his scruff, biting & holding him down until finally releasing him. the fight was over too soon. he quickly rose his body from her disgraceful pin, his mouth puckering into a snarl as he seemingly roared. his ears flattened as he pants, his dual toned gaze choking her with an enthused form of anger, brows furrowed. 'you belong to medusa now'. he answered with growls that rumbled deeply, passing from his rounded girth.
medusa handed him a pitiful rank; the lowest of the low, & it agitated him furthermore. created in him a fire that wanted out more than anything, an entrapped feeling that was all too new to the male; it's heat circulating through his veins like blackened ink that spread to cover him whole. his snout crinkles at the words she spat next, frustrated with the power she now held over him. bound to her-, to her disgusting orders and whim. and still, he was no fool, while even in the midst of his rage he would use his better judgment to come out alive. "I will join your pack, Medusa. But I will not be easy company to you." he said with a pressing tone that seethed past his clenched baring fangs, his jaws flexing with irritation as his tail whipped to the left, fanning off his lingering frustration.  
she had won her right after all. fought to earn him and every benefit his body could muster. she thus became more intriguing to the tyrannical erebos. his agendas had started, and his mind focused on eating her pack alive, inside out. to adorn the lovely medusa in colors of his twisted intent. he was not trapped with her-, she was trapped with him. "I am Érebos Dunamis." Your match.


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