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#1
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The rhythmic march of claws against the stone paths was a telltale sign that the Bradshagh was on the move. Her steps seemed to convey anger, an annoyance, although at what… she did not know. She didn’t entirely know where she was going either. She was simply moving to move, to get some of the energy that coursed through her out. Thus far, despite the recent birth of the Underworld, they had not had many issues that she had to become involved in.
 
It drove her mad.
 
She hadn’t had the opportunity to tear into anything tooth and claw, to fling herself wholeheartedly into the warzone. It had been mundane. Boring, even. The more she thought about it, the more her brow furrowed, pulling down over her eyes like a heavy cloud threatening to break loose with the fury of Mother Nature herself.
 
A familiar scent brought the Bradshagh from her head and drew her steps in a new direction. She came to a stop once her gaze fell upon the earth-toned man that she had accepted as her leader.
 
’He owes you a fuckin’ fight, he does.’
 
Her thoughts spoke the truth, as she recalled the promise he’d made when they’d first met. Something stopped herself from simply falling upon him with muted aggression. Had they been better friends, she might have. But it was not the simple fact that he was her superior that stopped her. Rather, something seemed to be… troubling him? What could be wrong in paradise?
 
“The fuck crawled up your fuckin’ ass?”
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#2


Lachlan laid eyes on the multicolored woman and before she uttered a word, he knew he was in for it.

He had not gotten a moment with her since the pack's founding and then his brother's death and he had yet to make good on his deal... he just hadn't had the time or the motivation for such things. Despite his violent mood, a fight of good will was not high on his list of interests right now.

This time, he could not escape.

“The fuck crawled up your fuckin’ ass?”

"Same thing that crawled up yours," he snapped. He had been in and out of a foul mood, though it was slowly becoming more obvious that his personality had been altered. He was not the same anymore. He was more violent, more sporadic, more angry... he had always been these things, but now he was worse and he would likely never be able to go back to the way he was before.

The man's tail swished behind him as he turned to face her, ears up and amber eyes glowering. "You come here to talk, or you come here to get your ass kicked?" he asked, his lips curving ever so slightly.

He knew what she wanted and fuck it... why not?


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“Same thing that crawled up yours.” His words were a snap; something mean, something meant to jab it seemed. Her tail lifted slightly, a small growl rumbling in her throat. She’d asked out of genuine care. He’d responded with something that seemed like hate. Her lips peeled back slightly, the tip of her nose beginning to curl up, teeth showing just a little bit.
 
“You come here to talk, or you come here to get your ass kicked?” Something like a smile touched his lips.
 
Her own curled slightly, and a hateful glimmer touched her eyes. The fur along her shoulders rose, standing on end. She answered his question with a few steps forward, tail raising as she lowered her head just a little, her front legs splaying, paws flexing. It was different from their first encounter. She needed to get energy out. And it was evident to her that he needed to get something out that his whores weren’t able to sooth. She could offer nothing in that way… but the woman could offer an object to tear into, one that would so gleefully tear back.
 
She snarled wordlessly, lurching forward in a false lunge. Her jaws snapped together audibly. Her answer was pretty fucking clear.
 
Not a second passed before she rushed him, jaws open, ready to dodge, but admittedly quite willing to fling herself into whatever violence he had to offer in retaliation. Adrenaline began to pump, her heart pounding in her chest. This would be what she wanted.
 



[ r. 1 ]

 
Attacks: Rushing forward to bite.
Defenses: N/A, stance change when she lunged.
Wounds: N/A
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#4


No more words passed between them, and he was glad for it. Lachlan was often not one for talking. Whenever he opened his mouth he tended to make things worse.

Rhychdir lunged for him and he jerked back, lips curling in a snarl, though no teeth met his skin just yet. Ears folding and tail raising, his fur began to bristle as he bolstered himself and waited for a true attack that was sure to come. He knew she would not hold back for long and he was right. She lunged again, heading straight for him. He admired the way she charged right in, it was similar to the way he worked. Sneaking around was not his style.

The man launched himself forward, meeting her jaws with his own in a clash of snarls and teeth. He didn't hold back this time. Anger fueled him and though this was not a true fight for dominance, or a fight to the death, it was a match of actual skill all the same. He was eager to see what she was truly made of. Back when he had met her, she had proven herself well.

Now it was his turn.

Lachlan let himself forget all the things that had been bothering him and as those things slipped away he felt his focus shift. It was best not to be distracted now anyway.

His jaws clattered against hers and he felt teeth grind teeth and skin. Piercing pain bothered him, but not enough to make him back down. He pushed against her, raising his body up slightly and lifting his fore paws to try and grab her shoulders and obtain the advantage so he could force her to the floor.


Attacks: Straightforward attack, meeting her bite with his own. Lifting forelegs up while locked to try and grab her shoulders and push her down into a pin.
Defenses: --
Wounds: Mouth getting scratched/scraped by teeth


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#5
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The Bradshagh’s lips curled at his reaction. Whatever was bothering the man was not enough to take the fight out of him. She wondered still though if he was all bark and no bite. She would learn – happily so – once their fight started. Of course, she wouldn’t ‘harm’ him. No, he was her alpha. There was an understanding of what was off-limits. It was blowing off steam. Some came to the underworld to deaden their emotions with sex, to numb the things inside with hedonistic delights on the outside.

The Bradshagh was not, and never would be one of those. The stretch of muscle and the clash of tooth, the ripping of flesh was what calmed her, as strange as the concept may be to some.
 
 As Lachlan threw himself forward at her, meeting her, she felt a sense of appreciation. He was a straightforward fighter. She did not doubt that if it came to it, he could fight dirty, but at least he wasn’t one that dodged around. It was a fight. Not a dance, unlike some preferred to believe.
 
A massive snarl ripped from her throat, their sounds filling the caves, the tunnels around them with the sounds of violence. Their teeth clacked, enamel clicking together. She felt one tooth pierce the side of her lip, splitting it as it had been crushed against the gum beneath it. Blood trickled into her mouth, sparking a light in her that hadn’t been touched in a while. Absolute joy danced in her features, despite the relative anger of the situation. It was her element, the type of shit that she was born from.
 
She felt his paws latch onto her shoulders, flexing to gain purchase against the texture of her fur, and the give of the skin beneath.
 
Don’t let him pin you, some primal part murmured. Her ears flicked back, flattening against her skull. She opened her jaws wider, aiming to clamp onto the end of his muzzle. As she did, she widened her stance, hind legs tensing. If he tried to climb, gods be damned she would climb with him. She knew at some point, one of them would lose balance, or spring away if they were both scrabbling while balanced on their hind paws. She’d play that game with a recklessness that could end her up on her back, pinned. Granted, even so, it didn’t mean she’d stop fighting. At least, if it were a true fight for dominance or life. In their friendly ‘spar’ she would be a little more willing to fall and laugh about it. Of course… she’d demand a rematch at some point. If their fight were life and death though… she’d do whatever she could to win, even if it put herself at risk. She recognized that she had a rather destructive, and mildly… insane style of fighting.
 



[ r. 2 ]

 
Attacks: Still biting at; main retaliation in trying to clamp down on the end of his muzzle.
Defenses: Flattening her ears, widening her stance, standing up to keep him from getting on top of her.
Wounds: Lip and gum cut; bruises forming around mouth.
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Lachlan could feel and taste blood, but the pain in his own jaws was too much to tell whether it was his or hers. As he climbed, he could feel her bracing herself and he growled defiantly. They were around equal sizing, so he didn't have much weight on her in terms of forcing her down.

Their jaws still locked, he knew he'd have to do something else to knock her off balance. She felt her muzzle move as she attempted to gain better placing with her bites and he tilted his chin up, unfortunately giving her what she needed in an attempt to pull his muzzle away. Teeth clattered around the lower half of his muzzle and his lips curled in a pained snarl that ended in a whine. He twisted his head, trying to wrench his jaw from her grip, but the pain was too unbearable to continue and though he was eager to fight he was not eager to scar himself so he remained within her grasp.With his paws still upon her shoulders, he didn't know what else to do but push forward until she was at too uncomfortable an angle to hold him in her jaws, or too weakened to hold him up.


Attacks: Still standing with his paws on her shoulders and pushing against her from a downward angle to try and cause her discomfort and make her release her grip. Trying to use his weight to tire her out/push her down.
Defenses: --
Wounds: Mouth getting scratched/scraped by teeth, bottom jaw bitten inside mouth and under chin.


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#7
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She could feel the flow of the fight winding down, some instinctual part denoting the end was nigh. And while part of her felt a pang of regret for this, another part of her knew that it was normal, natural, how a fight went. Had she been in a place where her jaws weren’t clamped around some part of the man, she would have been grinning wildly. The taste of blood was enough to drive the woman into a bit of a frenzy; she loved every single fucking second of it.

Her brow furrowed as he began to push forward. She considered it, allowing her head to go back with his movement. Her body fought to keep balance, her tail slashing the air, paws gripping at him madly as she began to struggle. Annoyance showed itself as a snarl ripped from her throat, reverberating off the walls of the caves. A twinge shot through her neck, causing her to let go, a pained growl ringing from her. She allowed herself to tumble over, her legs collapsing beneath her. Once her body hit the ground, she kicked out wildly with all four legs, hoping to strike somewhere on his form.

Her neck ached and felt slightly as if it were trying to spasm. The twinge had been the final fuck all of a muscle getting pulled, tweaked. She would be feeling it for days, she knew. A laugh rang from the woman, teeth showing in a grin rather than a snarl. She wanted to keep going, but she knew to move at the moment would cause more damage than it was worth. Her face felt bloodied; her body bruised. It felt fucking amazing to the Bradshagh.

“Fuckin’ win this one,” she said. There was the quiet promise of ‘but not the next one.’ Whatever had been bothering him was no matter to her. They’d had their release, and she wondered if such had been enough for Lachlan. She stayed on the ground, letting her head relax onto the stone below.


[ r. 3 ]


Attacks: Kicking out with all four legs after falling.
Defenses: Acknowledges defeat.
Wounds: Pulled neck muscle. Bruising from fall.
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They remained together a moment longer and he felt his muscles tire in his effort to keep himself up with her. If this went on long enough, he knew he would fall... but thankfully luck would have it that she fell first. Together, they tumbled and he felt bruises flower where his body hit the stone floor. Rhychdir kicked out towards him and before he could try to moved away, her claws connected with his side and dug in. Blood welled from the wounds, but it was not life threatening.

He let out a grunting growl and snapped at one of her hind paws in retaliation, but when he noticed her laying back he decided to go no further.

Their dance had been brief, but to his surprise he felt better. "Fuck," he breathed, laying on his side next to her. "Well done..." he commented. Rolling onto his stomach, he side glanced her as he panted. A few long moments passed and though he assumed she didn't need an explanation, he finally decided to give her one anyway. "I just found my brother dead," he murmured. A reason, an excuse for why he'd been acting the way he was. A few more long moments passed and he rolled back onto his side, eyes narrowing sleepily. He didn't expect Rhychdir to pity him, or say much of anything. She'd finally gotten her fight and he'd got some much needed relief.


Attacks: A quick attempt to bite a hind paw one last time.
Defenses: --
Wounds: Mouth getting scratched/scraped by teeth, bottom jaw bitten inside mouth and under chin. Bruises on body from falling. Scratches on side from claws.


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#9
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A grin touched the Bradshagh’s features when he tried once more to bite her. Even if she wasn’t quite willing to move, she would have kept going if need be. She knew her limits, however, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t willing to push things beyond.

’But then you wouldn’t be able to do your fuckin’ job,’ she thought to herself.

She turned her gaze back to the King – oh how she’d struggled with calling someone that - looking at him curiously when he laid down close to her. He was tired, she could see it. “Fuck.” Their fight, while short, had been expensive energy-wise. It had been enough to get her bad mood handled and seemed to have helped him with whatever his problem had been. “Well done…” She gave a small nod, hiding the twinge of pain that the motion caused to shoot down towards her shoulders. There was no need to speak, on her end.

“I just found my brother dead.”

She blinked in surprise, forcing herself to roll onto her stomach. She fought through the pain that shot through her – she would have to until it healed – and fixed the man with a gaze churning with emotions that were… hard to read in the woman’s eyes of ice and fire. She wasn’t sure how to respond but offered a small dip of her head. A small motion on her part, but considering who she was, it was a massive gesture. She felt something for the man, a pang of sadness.

While she had agreed to follow him, with him as her leader, she knew little about him. She hadn’t been aware that he had even had a brother in the first place. She could understand his mood now. He’d seemed to get whatever he needed out in their violent encounter. In actuality, she knew little about any of the wolves that she lived with now. And she knew they knew little of her. It had never occurred to her to ‘share’ who she was, and perhaps that would always be the nature of their pack. Shrouded in darkness, perhaps it was better to not know who you slept only a little bit away from in the night.

She felt as if she should say something. But the Bradshagh knew that words would fail her. She knew her limit with words, her abilities with them. They were nowhere near what others could do, and she knew her strengths lied within the physicality of her body. Not her mind, or way with words. She remained quiet but did not offer anything that could be taken as cold. Perhaps there was some comfort in the silence. She let herself roll back onto her side, keeping herself quiet. Perhaps one day she would know more of who she called a fucked-up family now. But for the time being… she was content in what she knew and felt a strange sense of friendship in the fact that the man had felt comfortable enough with her to share something that seemed so personal.

[ fin ]


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