Rot Gut Whiskey's Gonna Ease My Mind

Tarnish went where his mood took him and today it was south into Auster. He skirted around the Wildberry Grove, pausing to aim his piss at the border before working his way further down. His sour mood had yet to lift and having to shimmy around the Hallows had him particularly irritable. Assholes. Just claiming all the territory right at the end of the bridge, forcing travelers around the wonky edge through Aspen Dam.

Eventually he made his way to the brimstone mountains and he quickly started his ascent along the winding paths. As he passed by various caves he couldn't help but stick his nose in them to see what he could find. Most were uninhabited but one small one turned out to be a den. A coyote den, and they had pups in there! Tarnish immediately started pushing his way in, noting that the pups had been left alone. Perhaps the parents were out hunting? His fangs grabbed one and it immediately started squealing as he pulled it out of the den and onto the edge of the mountain path.

Now Ronan was no bleeding heart and he could be downright mean sometimes, but dragging those coyote pups out of their den? Seemed a bit much, even to him. It made his nose wrinkle as he approached, not that he intended to spring to their aid like some hero, but he had no qualms about making his disapproval known. Whether the yearling cared to hear it or not was neither here nor there. His ears flicked back at the sound of the pups panicked squealing, little thing didn't know what was going on but it knew it wasn't safe. "Bit much don't you think?" He asked, weight shifting, wings tucked in all neat.

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Rot Gut Whiskey's Gonna Ease My Mind

Tarnish grasped the squirming pup securely giving no heed to its cries as he looked for a flatter area to play a little catch. Though perhaps he could manage it on this slope if he moved a bit farther down. His eyes traced the paths for a moment before the sound of another snapped his head back up to attention. A massive blue and red male was approaching and wrinkling his nose. At first Tarnish didn't know if it was his actions causing the reaction or perhaps the man also didn't like coyotes very much, but then he spoke.

Tarnish quirked a brow and gripped the pup tighter. Then with a whip of his head he tossed it over the ledge to its doom and smirked back at the man. "No, but that was."

Dios mío. His wings rattled against his shoulders, his grimace sharpened into a snarl as his teeth extended beyond his lips like vampire fangs. There was no sound, no squeal or cry of alarm as the coyote fell, just a silence that dragged on for a beat before a distant thump met his ears. A few tumbles of shifting rock, the dust settled as yet another life was snuffed out before it had the chance to properly start.

Ronan couldn't say what bothered him more, the needless show of brutality or the snarky comment that came after. All smug; Ronan didn't even look and him and knew he was smirking. Something about yearlings just-

Ronan didn't announce his intentions, just went in for a strike, whip quick as he flared out his wings, sharpened tips angled towards his target.

Ronan vs Tarnish for maim (eyebrow maim)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Spectral Bat, Male, Flying/Perception - Boosted
Companion 2: Spectral Bat, Female, Flying/Perception - Boosted
*Companion 3: ??? leech, 50" - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Retractable fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: "Wyvern" Wings (Defensive)
Mutation 3: Jaguar Claws (Agility)
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Aggressor

Rot Gut Whiskey's Gonna Ease My Mind

Tarnish had no remorse for what he'd done. Coyotes were competition and enemies, the fewer of them in the world the better. Though deep down he felt something stir but it didn't quite reach his mind. He still felt that odd, almost surreal detachment since the day he'd fallen ill. He grinned as the man's expression shifted to a snarl and quickly set his defenses. Fuck yea, he could use a real fight.

The larger man was fast, his wings flipping out and it was then Tarnish realized they were bladed as one clipped his face, slicing through his forehead between his eyes. Pain shot threw him with all the mixed feelings it brought as he felt like he was snapped back into the world proper. Lucky shot.

Snarling Tarnish kicked forward seeking to race under the outstretched wing that had struck him, fangs outstretched as he tried to sink his fangs into the man's armpit. His right paw raised, slicing downward as he aimed to cut into the man's left side. Tarnish wanted to sink his claws in up to the knuckled, hoping to go as deep as possible.


Tarnish vs Ronan for Maim (side scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Chainmail Cowl
Companion 1: Crow, Male, Battle
Companion 2: Jaguarundi, Male, Battle
Mutation 1: Mountain lion paws with retractable claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Quills - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter