A certain bloodthirstiness had came over her, and she loped forwards, chasing the deer with no hunger growling in her stomach. Really, it was just a game to her. To the deer, of course, it wasn't. To see the strange wolf with violet markings chasing it was no game. Lavendel would grow tired of the game soon enough. When the deer was dead and she had ripped everything she could out of it. Slowing for a moment, she allowed the deer to slow as well. Panting, she regained her breath and was soon charging at the beast with full speed. At long last, she had caught up to it, and her head lashed out to sink her teeth into it. There was a snap as she bit down harder, and the deer fell. A giggle escaping her, she towered over the deer. "I bet you never thought yesterday was your last." Lowering her head, Lavendel sunk her fangs into the deer's stomach, ripping a hole in it large enough to fit her head. Flattening her ears, she stuck her head in the creature's stomach, sinking her teeth into the nearest thing, which happened to be part of the ribcage. Pulling her head away, she pulled at the bone, giving her head a small jerk. There was a sickening snap, and a soft noise from the deer. It was still alive?

After a few moments, Lavendel had disembowled the deer and  was standing over it again. Not that it saw her anymore. Imagine her disappointment when she had placed something in the small pile next to her and seen that it had died. Her white and violet head was stained red, and she shook her head. Licking the blood away from her jaws, she wondered if the blood would ever come out of her white fur, and how long it would take.

Perhaps he was not the only one feeling the effects of such weights pulling him down. Rather than chasing down pointless prey and dismantling it like a stupid child, his gaze would search for any target for his claws to lash out on. A strange thirst boiled in his throat while his claws flexed endlessly in the deficiency of war. It had been too long since he had felt the piercing of flesh and victory screeching his name. Although it was in his nature to rip and tear, a random outburst of such actions was soon to unleash. Now, he was hungry for a fight, only to soothe his reckless behaviour.

"It's such a waste to see one's thirst for blood used like this." A taunting snarl rolled from his tongue, words purely toxic with a smug grin to accompany them. His preparing stance stood several metres away only so he could avoid looking up at the alabaster and lavender woman. In size he was much smaller but this happened to float by unnoticed. There would surely be some mocking for that aspect, and if so, he'd prove the female wrong.
It was pathetic seeing a wolf rip open the carcass of a deer only to enjoy the sensation of it, not that there was anything disgusting with doing so. Why, so much more could be experienced in the midst of a fight. Was she uneducated in this field? How appalling. Perhaps he would have to squeeze in some tutoring with this encounter. "You want blood on your pelt? Get up and I'll give it to ya."

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The scent of another creature would only make her look up, acid green eyes searching for the source, and quickly finding it. Blood stained white and violet ears only flicked before the female turned her head back towards the deer, almost wondering if there was anything else she could pull out of the deer. Otherwise, she would ignore the cat for a little while longer, or at least try to. But the snarl, and the words that came from the cat's mouth, would cause Lavendel's head to whip around, ears flattening to her skull. Acidic green eyes narrowing, she gave the cat a small growl, followed by a few words. Her voice was far from pleasant, a soft edge in it as she spoke.

"And the hell do you think you are? You don't have any rights judging what I do." Muscles tensed at the little smug smirk, a deep snarl rumbling in Lavendel's throat at this. Relaxing, Lavendel decided to counter his taunt with one of her own. "Are you bipolar or something?" Okay, so maybe not the best counter. But it would have to work. Stepping closer, Lavendel noticed the size difference, and snorted in amusement. "Does the little cat think he can take me on? Hardly." There was a small chuckle from the less than sane female, ears rising as she glanced at the smaller creature.

Automatically, Lavendel went into defense. Her ears flattened again, and her eyes were narrowed. Her weight was balanced on all paws, her tail tucked a little. Her neck was scrunched, and she lowered her head so it covered her throat. No way was she gonna lose this fight, if it was what it came to. At the comment about blood on her pelt, the female's jaws opened. "We'll see who has blood on their fur."

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The female retaliated with anger, demanding to know of his identity and standing up for her right not to be judged. Such words only dangerously fuelled his hunger for a fight, bringing a devilish smirk to his lips. The argument truly was in his favour as the canine blabbered on with unnecessary words. He paid no attention to this useless speech until the expected remark on his size thundered from her vocals. Consumed by her pride and vanity, it was only a natural thought that perceived smaller creatures as weaker opponents. However, height held no relevance to the lynx. Perhaps on the smarter side it was best if he didn't push his own luck with larger opponents, but he wasn't going to turn back now.

"With pleasure." He sweetly remarked after she hissed about who would find blood on their pelt. He took this as an invite to release the thrashing energy inside of him. Within moments he raised his line of defence with a battle stance. It was a feline instinct to raise his fur on end to increase his size and to protect the neck area. Limbs were spread an equal distance apart, bent at the joint with toes splayed and retractable claws unsheathed to dig into the soil. His position shifted to face the wolf head on with a distance of no more than ten metres between them. A lashing tail halted its movements, straightening to align with his spine and lowered head. Ears were pinned to his skull with his chin tucked and lips pulled back to reveal snarling teeth. There would be blood all over her pretty white pelt when he was finished with her.

He was determined to find advantages with his size, and so he began with a sleek charge (head on). He would attempt to close the distance between them as agilely as possible. Within the last few metres before reaching her position, his right shoulder would extend out in an attempt to steer it into the area where the female's left shoulder blade is attached to the chest (the area just where those two meet). Moments after, his weight would redistribute to balance himself upon his hind legs as he brought his forelegs in front of his chest and off from the ground. He gains a few inches in height, almost matching the height of his opponent. Without hesitation, his lifted right forepaw would attempt to slam down on the tip of the wolf's left scapula (just on the borderline between the scapula and the dorsal bones) while his left forepaw would attempt to slam upon the same area but on the female's right side (both forepaws will come down at the same time). His claws are unsheathed, which means as they make contact with the female's shoulder blades, he will attempt to dig them into the flesh as deep as possible in the hopes to cause piercings. At the same time, his shoulders and upper body would shift to his right while his back legs and hindquarters remain unchanged. This leaves his head facing the area half way between her head and her left shoulder. As he tilts his chin slightly to his left to face the woman's left cheek, his jaws gape open and lunge forward to fasten his teeth on her left side of her face in the attempt to bite. His upper teeth would aim to sink into the centre of the area between her nose and left eye at a forty five degrees angle while his lower teeth would aim to sink into the area of her left cheek just before the lower jawbone began and almost parallel to her left ear.
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Ronon vs Lavendel for DOMINANCE

Round 1 of ? (you can decide)

Injuries: Moderate bruising to right shoulder blade

OOC: Please PM me if you have any questions with this

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