"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
This ought to be good he thinks to himself, watching Sabrina’s tail flick in excitement. She’d already more or less admitted to being constantly bored at home and Crevan had heard all he needed to hear in order to satisfy his curiosity. Without giving too much of his past away, he’d easily convinced Sinner’s daughter (self-proclaimed heir of Sylva) to abandon reason and join up with an older wolf. “Fantastic!” He laughs, moving quickly to stand. For a beast so large one might think he’d be slow on his feet, but Crevan had always been full of surprises. He snarled playfully to Sabrina and pounced over the flayed, half-eaten carcass of the deer.
“How good are you at blocking an attack?” He grumbled, landing on the other side. The wolf’s tan and cream face was alert and bright, his dark eyes shining in the slanting sun overhead. They both reeked of death and blood. It painted their mouths and stained their chests, giving anyone who paused to look at them reason enough to quickly turn around and run away. The Meadow, however, shielded them from prying eyes behind curtains of soft, waving grasses.
The elder wolf gave her time to reply and then without warning, he leapt forward in a snarling lunge.
If Sabrina tried, it would be easy to hit between his forelimbs, both spread apart with claws at the ready. Or she could drop down and hope to strike at his belly from beneath when he landed on top of her. Risky, but in the right situation fatal. Crevan himself wasn’t aiming to tear her skin or mortally wound her; he was simply rough housing the way their kind did when determining levels of dominance. Even if Sabrina reacted too strongly she could hardly make him suffer.
Crevan was no ordinary wolf.
He could hold his own against her demonic kind.
Sylva was full of equines, but Cast was the only one her age and he was so innocent. She just wanted someone to play with...perhaps torment. Crevan seemed to be the perfect fit, so it only seemed fitting to accept his wolf pack question.
He pounces over the deer's dead carcass with a snarl, it certainly took her by suprise. She could tell he was playing around, and so she quickly returned a snarl of her own, as he landed she was quick to her feet gaining distance between the two. She was crouched, eyes locked on his own.
He asks how good she was at blocking and she didn't know how to answer. She never had another canine to wrestle with, rightfully so, her father was nearly always busy. I guess we will find out, her tone was snarky and she playfully bared her blood stained teeth.
She would take this day as a learning experience, and with no other words Crevan pounces at her. She took too long to ponder her next move, she wasted her potential to attack. Instead she simply dove out of the his landing area, still his paw striked the her hind leg.
Blood was shed, but it wasn't deep and she shows no pain. A grin tugs at her lips that wasn't very nice, her defensive insticts had kicked into high gear at this point. She was quick to pounce for him head on, even if he were to throw her down, she at least now has battle experience.
“I wasn’t trying to be nice.” Crevan growled, landing on his feet. His claws dug into the soft earth of the meadow, the grass around them bending underneath their wolf bodies. They’d cleared a large area and now their rumbling snarls could be heard from afar, if any outsiders happened to be listening. Despite that, there wasn’t any mistake that the cream-colored male was smiling, even though his ears were lowered flat against his neck and fresh blood painted the metallic nails on one of his paws.
He spun around to face her and Sabrina barreled into his neck at the same moment.
Her teeth, strong just like his, sunk into the soft flesh around his neck. For her youth the hellhound female was nearly his size, and quite strong as well. Crevan tumbled underneath her weight and slammed into the ground with a harsh thud as his own blood, glistening and dark, began to stream through his pale fur and down one shoulder. He laughed, something that sounded like a sharp yip.
“Good aim!” He yelled, undisturbed by the fact that Sabrina was painfully tearing his scruff. Already his hind legs had found their way to her belly, the sharp claws digging into her underbody as he forced a kick. He wanted to fling her off. If she managed to hang on it didn’t matter, he was pulling his head away and basically letting her rip into the side of his throat. She could pick him apart for practice all she liked - as soon as he was free the skin would begin to stitch itself back together.
He couldn’t die. Sabrina could nip and tear all afternoon and the worst thing that could happen would be Crevan passing out from loss of blood.
The large male wolf tugged again, and the sound of his skin ripping free filled the air around them. He rolled and picked himself back up, spreading his weight evenly and turning to stare down the hellhound with dark, sparkling eyes. “Again.” He commanded her, one side of his body stained red like the deer they’d shared a few moments ago. The wound she’d given him had already stopped bleeding; by the time she attacked again it would be closed. “Afterwards, we’ll go see your dad and tell him the news.” He smiled, the jagged rows of his fangs gleaming crimson.
@[Sabrina] It's ok! He's one my less-active characters anyways <3
Her first taste of a battle and she was full of adrenaline! She snears at him as he speaks, she doesn't need him to be friendly, this is a fight after all.
Her leg was stinging in pain but she refused to let the pain show on her face. Regardless she jumps at him, SUCCESS! She managed to grab ahold of his neck, though she doesn't dare put forth her strongest grip on her new mentor.
There sizes were matched even though she was not even a year yet, it caused them both to meet the earths core. He begins to laugh and she tightens her grip, a shallow laugh of her own escapes her maw mixed with a gentle growl.
Thanks, she mutters a response to his compliment. With one last tussle on the earths core she releases her grip and quickly moves to square up again. She licks her lips, removing his blood from her maw.
He commands her to strike again, her gaze focused on the wound that no longer bled. She meets his eyes when he mentions visting her father. She gave a nod of her head, and once again lunged at the sandy wolf. This time she aimed for his hind end, hoping to take him to the ground instantly.
