waves crash against the base of the cliff, rising up and shattering against the rocks, tiny droplets dispersing through the cool morning air. Yarra drinks in the sight, relishing its thunderous cadence, like a skull cracking repeatedly against stone, spilling its contents. it’s a better sight than the swamplands, in any case; there’s something about it’s brutality that appeals to her on a base level, even if she’s never shied from the aesthetic pleasures of life. sometimes, this all a land needs to be: simple, honest, unapologetic. "Speech"

The crash of waves is music to Bylgja's ears. Her ears snap forward and her tail is high, wagging. The muscular woman moves through grass and foliage with a jaunty stride, her head high, her axe hanging at her side. She loves the axe, and what it means. She's taken it from its strap several times, looked at it, seen the sheen of its blade.

Truthfully, the woman appreciates the brutality of the cliffside as well. It's a scene that she's savored since she fought the bear at its edge. The viking woman walks, and when she sees another figure, dark-coated and ... fairly evidently here to enjoy the sights and sounds as well, she calls out in her throaty-deep voice, a tone that's sharp from years of roaring battle-commands and orders. "Hail!" It's a strong tone.

A brutish smile. "What brings you to the edge of ruin?"

"Bylgja"

a voice sails overhead, drawing the girl’s attention from the waves below. a woman stands a few paces away, littered with coloured lines and brandishing an axe. she’s muscled and fierce, cutting a formidable figure against the lightening sky. interest stirs hot in the pit of Yarra’s belly, and she finds herself unable to tear her eyes away; the woman is a visual feast, every inch of her impressive and well-decorated. “hello,” Yarra purrs, letting her bright gaze rake shamelessly over her companion; she lingers at bit too long in certain places for it to be considered polite. “you know, i wasn’t sure,” she continues, a suggestive smile lingering in the curve of her mouth. her voice grows low and heated. “but now i’m starting to understand.” her voice is low and heated, eyes fixed onto the woman with obvious meaning. "Speech"

Oh, well this is a promising development. Bylgja cannot help the slight smile that crosses her face-- well, it starts slight, but becomes rougher as she understands the stranger's meaning immediately. Of course she does. "Do you, now?" That hoarse, heavy accent marks her triumphant smile as she steps closer, her coat shaking out. "I've a habit of meeting many women here, it seems." A slight jab, perhaps, or something to let this one know that she was not the first Bylgja had met on these cliffs. She swings a shoulder; the axe, and its sling, slip down to her side. "The other I met here fought a bear for my attention," the warrior boasts, her chest puffed out. "But I suppose there's nothing here for you to fight but me." It is not... ... forbidding. It is welcoming, in the sort of way that a warrior woman like Bylgja is. "Bylgja"

the woman speaks and it sends a shiver down Yarra’s spine, blood heating with the promise of something. granted, she’s not entirely sure how this will go - not yet - but there’s something so delicious about that, the anticipation of a held breath yet to be released. Yarra grows taut as the woman continues, tightening and tightening until she’s quivering with desire; both for the woman and for the fight. “a bear?” she muses, brows sketching high. “my, how brave.” claws scrape through rubble as her legs shift apart, adopting a fighter’s stance. “and yet, i think the real bravery is to fight you and risk getting lost in those luminous eyes.” a grin snakes it’s way across her mouth, and she sticks out her tongue to run it along her bottom lip. “don’t you agree?” Yarra bites down very suddenly on her lip and draws blood to the surface, relishing the iron dang of it seeping across her tongue and staining her teeth pink. tightening…tightening… she snaps. Yarrabelle vs Auriga for Dat Ass Round 0/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual "Speech"

There are no words for whatever this is. Bylgja isn't sure herself, but it's intriguing, this little dance of posturing, snapping, bristling coats. She licks at her teeth and shakes her body. "Flatterer! I bet very popular with the ladies."She laughs again, after speaking, and steps a little closer, but the triumph is in the way she inclines her head, the smug smile, the flash of canine teeth. "Many things to get lost in." She drags claws over the dirt, the grass. Her head lowers, and her own stance is defensive, because she wants to see the other woman's moves. "If you want it," she begins, "Come and take it." It is both admission and permission; an allowance of intimacy, but a fight first. A challenge, issued between smirking lips. Bylgja snaps, in turn, and spittle flies from her jaws as she kicks at the ground again, daring the other woman to make a move. It's showtime. "Bylgja"

Bylgja vs Yarrabelle for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal Rune Axe
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer

oh, this woman is good. "with pleasure, gorgeous." Yarra's blood is singing in her veins  - an inner war cry -  as she rushes her opponent, eating up the space between them in a matter of seconds. grinning almost manically, she lunges straight for the woman's throat, grappling for purchase with snapping, blood-stained teeth. she doesn't pull any punches, doesn't try to outsmart her opponent with a series of fancy tricks - just goes straight for the jugular, brutal and efficient. she folds her ears over her head, keeping them out of range, and tries to tuck her chin over her own throat as she moves, but honestly it's hard to remember to do so in the heat of battle. this has always been Yarra's favoured fighting style, something ruthless and bloody and potentially dangerous to her own safety...but that's what makes it fun. Yarrabelle vs Auriga for the Respect of a Sexy Lady Round 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual "Speech"

Bylgja laughs, low. Buzzing. She expects a brutal attack, because the woman before her looks maddened with both bloodlust and regular lust; Yarrabelle lunges and Bylgja jerks back, barely avoiding those teeth closing on her jugular. This close, however, Bylgja doesn't think so much about her counter-attack; she simply rams forward, trying to smash the broad bulk of her chest into Yarrabelle's snout to damage her nose or otherwise slam against her. It's certainly not a thought out response, but Bylgja is not in a mood that lends itself to higher thinking.

The pair probably looks rather ridiculous, given the shuffling and posturing, but... well, its not like Bylgja cares.

Bylgja vs Yarrabelle for Top Rights
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal Rune Axe
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer

blood spurts across Yarra’s face as her nose crunches, squished against the woman’s muscular chest. the metallic tang of iron fills her mouth, bathing her tongue and flooding down her chin, lending her a rather deranged air. Yarra grins, a pink tongue snaking out to swipe the blood from her flowing nose. ”bitch,” she croons, the affection of her tone contrasting the harshness of the world. utilising her position, she aims to wrench her head to the side and bite down viciously on the woman’s shoulder, drawing blood of her own. at the same time she seeks to raise her forepaws and wrap them around the woman’s neck, pulling them flush in a crushing embrace that is both painful and heated. Yarrabelle vs Auriga for Big Spoon Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual "Speech"

Bylgja laughs again, deep and pleased as blood spatters over her coat. She makes a bit of a show of licking Yarrabelle's blood off of her snout where it landed. The other wolf wrenches sideways and bites her shoulder, while Bylgja rises up as best she can-- Yarrabelle has the lock position down, but Bylgja has her own plans.

The multi-colored wolf throws her weight sideways, trying to break Yarrabelle's grip with force and momentum, to send the other woman tumbling to the ground. She grunts, tongue lashing her teeth-- close, they're close, and however this is going to go, it's only the start of the fun.

Bylgja vs Yarrabelle for Grab the Headboard
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal Rune Axe
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer

And the winner is...

Yarrabelle

Bylgja must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Yarrabelle: Attack Roll: 82 Defense Roll: 86 Agility Roll: 40 Perception Roll: 48 Total: 256 Attack[82] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 82.00 Defense[86] + 10% Bonus[8.60]: 94.60 Agility[40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 40.00 Perception[48] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 48.00 Total[264.60] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 264.60 Bylgja: Attack Roll: 7 Defense Roll: 65 Agility Roll: 67 Perception Roll: 88 Total: 227 Attack[7] + 15% Bonus[1.05]: 8.05 Defense[65] + 15% Bonus[9.75]: 74.75 Agility[67] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 67.00 Perception[88] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 88.00 Total[237.80] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 237.80