MAY 12

Cortés + Valiria (Fight, ft. Nida)

(22:45:50) Valiria. Some time had past since Val's encounter with the newly arrived, battered pack of unkown origin. The canine that had approached her, the great ruddy furred, scarred male, stayed in her mind. He intended to show her a display of strength. A challenge. At the time Valiria thought nothing of it, chosing to offer peace before accepting the challenge. Granted,wether it was a challenge or a threat, Val didn't care to dicifer. She assumed it as a challenge, the ambitious gal, though young, was always eager for an opportunity to hone her skillls. Thats how she was raised, to achieve and become, to rack up the kills (mostly victories). Despite her killer ambition and pride, she hadn't actually won any real spars yet, just the occaisonal tussle with other youngins. Anywho, the husky mix was now returning to the unclaimed land the pack, and the mysterious male, were habiting. This time, she had a fawn in jaws. She didn't take it down herself, unfortunately, she was too young to pull something like that off. No, she had nabbed the fresh kill from another, older, obviiously unaware, wolf. Silly, stupid creatures they were. Just another victory for the evolved species. Despite Val's undeserved, and ignorant views, she was still almost half wolf. A part of her she looked to improve on and compensate for in battle wins. Valiria decided to pause a bit, it had been a long hike up to the pseudo-packlands, as they weren't offically claimed. So, gal set the fresh fawn down, the gift for the pack, and for the male whom she hoped to battle and impress. Leaving it in her eyesight, the mutt leaned down and slapped up some water, enjoying the cool liquid. Thankfully, it wa dark out, and the heat of the day was fadng, but the refreshing water was appreciated nonetheless.


(23:00:35) Cortés's mind played over the scene of prior. He couldn't believe the day he had. It had been long, emotional, and exhausting. He was at his wits end. Concern for his family was weighing him down, and concern for Ghastly was making him near mad. He didn't understand it either. What was it that made these people so important? It couldn't possibly be because he needed them for survival. Respect maybe? No. He genuinely cared for each of them. Cortes sighed deeply and moved toward the river. The man would quickly drag Ghastly away from the water's edge, since she'd been soaking for quite a few minutes. He didn't want, or need the woman to freeze. Warm days, cold waters. Cortes would then groom the woman's face and scar, trying to remove debri and the like, while also cleaning to remove any chance of infection. When he was satisfied, he would turn tail to move south of the river. His eye kept a look out for those two individuals, but he figured them gone by now. Still, his movements were slow and precise.

(23:11:31) Nida let her whereabouts linger at the fringes of the territory. She hadn't returned to the heart of it, no, for her paranoia kept the woman; this place is foreign, and so was its inhabitants. Her sentimenal meandering wound her up at the river's shoulder carrying her down its length. A jaunty halt was in order as she'd picked up a faint trace, somewhere the she-wolf never dared to traverse. And onward the wolf went, braving toward a wolf ..? No, wait, two; one was a thorn in her memory, the other .. no recognition fluttered across her face. A step or two closer, tail up, aware, but head low, and fairly leery. " Hello."

(23:41:45) Valiria content, and relaxed, thats how Val was right now. Might as well enjoy it before her face off with the male. It was a shame they took such offense to her helping. Honestly the gal didn't know any better way of reaching out. Perhaps it was a matter of pride? Who knows. The yearling wasn't going to think too much into it till the matter became important. The mix was about to rab her prize and head off, before a somewhat recognizaeable scent came to her nose. Squinting violet gaze scanned the area, inable to identify the source of the scent. Gal quickly scooped up the deer in her jaws and took a defensive pose. Others her age in her postiion may take off, or face the foe with complete disregard for the prey, but Val covered all bases she could. Had to in this hostile place. A rumbling growl came from her throat, which would've sounded more impressive had her mouth not been full, and she was a bit bigger. Come at me! the growl and posture basically said.

(23:53:55) Cortés's steps halted when he spied not one, but two females. One he slightly recognized, and one who had been turned away by Cortes himself. "Hola, amiga. The family is that way," he'd say with a tilt os his skull, indicating with his nose. He'd turn back, looking upon Val with a smile. "I thought I warned you." He moved closer, his body posture completely relaxed. Content even. Almost as if he was too tired to move, but yet he did so anyway. His paw moved along the edge of the water, until finally, he just moved within it. The liquid pooled against his limbs, sloshing as he moved. Ripples and small waves caused a distortion within the water itself, his reflection contorted until briefly, it looked as iff a demon it's self were being sumoned from the very depths of the river. Of course this was not the case. Cortes sighed then, and stopped fully, only mere feet from the woman and her carcass. Casually, he would look over thhe meal, his lips watering heavily. He hadn't eaten in a while, and damn did that look tasty. A chuckle tore from his lips. "I give you a last chance. Drop it and go, or stay and be vechnyy property." Dead or alive, her choice. He'd throw a voice over toward Nida, but he refrained from looking away from Val. "If you wish to stay and watch, careful where you stand." His only warning to the girl. He didn't want to cause unnecessary harm upon anyone unintentionally.

(00:03:14) Nida's head raised with leisure movement. She picked up the body language of the .. dog? and blandly stared with a deadpan look centered on her expression. Then spoke the seasoned wolf. And family? Her unwavering silence greeted his response in return. More wakeful steps though steer clear of the water seeing as there was business to be had here -- and then, she sat. Her haunches folded for a sit. Nida simply observes, reservedly, as the scene were: a butter of friction thick enough to slice and go around. A cursory glimpse to the quarry, and once-over with tongue against scarred muzzle.

(00:13:00) Valiria's tail wagged excitedly. It was the scarred man from before! Perhaps their battle would be carried out here! Oh how exciting! Gal dropped the deer on the ground. At first she took a posture that seemed in between a defensive stance and a playful bow. Her growl became almost playful, too. "Show me how strong you are!" she taunted playfully. Nothing like friendly competition right? Well that's how Valiria saw it. Unfortunately, others didn't always see it as such. Oh, how simple miscommunications could easily end up as disasters. Gal froze for a moment, an idea coming over her. She took notice of the man's reaction to the deer carcass, the present she was going to give to the pack anyways. Mutt perked up, chuckling. She was not deterred by his warnings. "If you win, you can have it!" He would've gotten, if his leadership had allowed, anyways, regardless of the outcome.

(00:32:44) Cortés stepped out from the water, and moved around the deer. His casual posture seeped into that of aggression once he was at his desired location. He didn't bother growling, snarling or doing anything that would seem as if he was hostile. The only thing that was notable, was the hairs along his nape lifting on end. His mouth moved a split second later, teeth aiming for the woman's upper part of her face. His body would lunge as well, back limbs propelling him forward at an astounding speed.

(14:20:19) Valiria. Gal wasn't expecting the lunge so soon. Her violet gaze had tracked the male as he moved, but she was generally unprepared. Val jerked away as quick as she could, trying to make it so the male's attack wouldn't land straight on her eye. If Val had moved quickly enough, his attack would more than likely land right on her forehead. If this was the case, and if his grip wasn't as stable as it could be, she would pull back quickly to try to get loose with minimal damage. Weither or not Cort's grip on her was strong, her pulling back would cause scarring on her forehead, an outcome she wouldn't expect. However, if his bite landed anywhere else on her face, she'd keep still, and dig her paws into the ground for stability. The last thing the gal wanted was to lose an eye in her first battle. Whatever the outcome was, Val would proced to snap at his neck or shoulder from where she could, hoping to grab onto something.

(14:31:36) Cortés felt his teeth connect with flesh, however it wasn't the girl's eyes that he was after. Teeth would scrape and drag against the forehead, fur and blood filling his mouth. His trajectory was a different appendage, and when the woman went for his neck or shoulder, his jaws would lift to grab hold an ear. Pain laced his body if she were to catch hold of his own flesh, though excitement would follow after. He was ultimately happy with the turn of events. Fighting was all he knew. IT was a rush that no one could understand. It was his childhood, and his livelihood... Fangs would quickly snap shut if he victorious, almost like a croc waiting for it's meal. He was waiting for that ear. If successful in catching hold of the fleshy appendage, and would yank hard in a downward motion, almost as if he were reining in a horse, his hopes was to bring the woman down low enough so that he would inevitably knock her unto the ground with a hard push of his shoulder.

(14:48:41) Valiria let out a snarl, not a whimper, when the feeling of teeth dragged onthe flesh of her head. Blood immediately began flowing from the lacerations, and near to profuesly, as head wounds tended to. Immediatly upon the releas of grip on her head, and instead the grip on her ear, Val snapped onto a small pinch of flesh over the male's shoulder. Before she could reevaluate the situation, and act accordingly, the male yanked her down onto the ground by her red appendage. Again, Val was too slow to react, something she'd need to work on in future battles. Ultimately she was knocked flat on her side by the male's final push with her shoulder. Val tried to shake the blood out of her eyes, but was immediately reminded with pain, that her ear was being held. Val realized she'd probably lose it, a trophy for the male. Mutt pulled her lower body up, kicking at the male. "Get on with it," she grunted. If he was going to tear it off he'd better get to it. Gal would wear the wound as a badge of honor, a reminder of her loss an mark of war. She would use it to remind her of her mistakes, and why she must continue improving her skills. She wasn't ready to give up yet though, so she kicked and would pushed on the male if she made contact, as if to assist him in tearing it off so they could get back to buisness. Cocky girl couldn't let it end there.

(14:58:25) Cortés felt the woman fall by his hand. Her body scrambling in pain. Cortes never spoke, not even a muffle. His entire concentration was on what he was doing to the poor female. Rage didn't occupy him, only the need to expel his strength. Right now, this woman was the perfect outlet to do so. So, while her words came upon his ears, he didn't halt in his assault. The next moment she fell, the next moment he was ripping up her side. His paw shot toward the woman's neck, holding her in place while his jaws pulled, bit, and savagely ripped from side to side. Almost like a pit bull, he tore until he felt the ear give way and was raggedly torn from the skull. Blood seeped from his lips, and dribbled from his chin. Splatters of it was clearly covered upon the woman. He he did not leave or back away. His limb still was forcibly pressed upon the woman's throat, his face inches from the woman. Carefully he dropped the ear, hoping to drape the appendage over the woman's eyes. Perhaps blinding her if so. If not, whatever. "You come with me now." His voice was low, raspy even, though his thick Spanish accent rang true. Though as he spoke, his eye was alight with joy. This was a fiesty one. He rather enjoyed the tussle. Perhaps she'd be an interesting one to share with his Tsars. That is of course, she was wise enough to heed Cortes. If the woman refused though, Cortes would bring himself to continue mutilation upon the woman's face.

(15:07:18) Valiria let out an involuntary cry of pain, stiffling almost as immediately as it came out, as she had not really anticipated the pain that would come with Cort's tearing. As if she needed help with holding back her shouts, Cort's paw pushing on her throat did enough. She could feel the pressure building in her her head from it, as her fluids were accumulating past her carotids and jugulars. More blood poured from the two fresh wounds. Gal would've tried to pull herself up, or kick her way out of Cort's grasp, but when he finally speaked she went still. The pounding of her own heartbeat filed her ears, muffling his words a bit. He was an excellent warrior, and this show of strength had certainly impressed her, and put her in her place a bit. As the ear was messily drapped across her eyes, Val brought a paw up to push it off her. The appendage meant nothing to her now, a peice of her past to be forgotten. The wound was what mattered. So she responded, waiting for the warrior to release "Righto" she cough-laughed. Despite the pain coursing rom her ears and forehead, Val had found the experience invigorating. She couldn't wait till she got bigger, more experienced. it was her goal now to face him again later, and end victorious. Who knows. For now, she'd obey Cort's command. Once released, she'd grab the baby deer, forgotten during thr tussle, and follow after him excitedly. Well, she wasn't about to leave the present out to waste now.

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(16:33:52) Cinnema had been wandering the area in search of prey trails and trying to get to know the area. So far, it hadn't been overtly successful. She'd found a rabbit warren not too far away, but her goal was not to bring all those back one by one. Nono, she was determined to bring big prey for her recovering pack. Perhaps it was supressed mother-like instinct, or just because she felt responsibility as queen to look after them. Either way, they were not going to get better on small prey and fish all the time. Currently Cin was circling back closer toward the pack's temporary home, having just found a trail. She kept herself lower to blend in with the flower fields, not concerned about her ears(they matched, duh), nostrils wide and picking up scent as she felt she was getting close to a decent meal.


(16:41:15) Valiria. Girl had finished up splashing about in the water, cleaning her wounds, recieved from the scuffle with Cortes. He had instructed her to follow him back to the pack's home, but she took the opportunity to slip away nearby and wash the dirt and spit from her wounds. Self care was important in this wild land, infections meant certain death for someone like her. Anywho, Valiria was now all fresh and clean, sopping wet, but clean, so she headed back towards the trail she and Cortes were taking back to the pack. He'd probably be pissed at her for meandering off, but oh well. The husky mix lived for a scuffle, and despite her aching wounded face, she'd be totally up for a challenge. Though it seemed, another one of the wounded pack's members was out and about, by the smell of it. "Well, what have we got here." Black furred mutt callled out. Whoeer they were, they'd show themselves eventually. The pack didn't leave a skittish impresion on her.


(16:55:22) Cinnema, so focused on tracking something down, didn't realize that she had been noticed until a voice called out. Thankfully they were a ways yet from the herd she was approaching and so it startled her when the other spoke. Cin would pause, raising up to see the woman from the other day. So she'd stuck around? Well well. Honestly Cin's scrapes along her side were scabbed and healing for the most part, bruises still a little painful, but the worst part about her were her paws. She'd taken breaks, sure, but cuts on her pads weren't healing that quick with all her movement. Briefly green gaze shifted in the direction she was heading, before looking back to the dark girl. Perhaps..an opportunity? "I'm tracking down a herd to bring something back, either be quiet and assist me, or go back on your merry way," she said with surprisingly a note of friendliness, for she was mostly distracted by her mission and itching to go get food for everyone. But if Val would join her perhaps it would help (c)
(16:56:18) Cinnema- her case with the pack? Cin didn't care either way, but another set of paws would be most helpful in the hunt, less chance that either would get further injured if they worked alone. (e)


(17:01:02) Valiria listened to the bushes shuffle, as the stranger rose above the brush. Ah, it was the unnamed pack's queen! Interesting indeed. The mutt nodded, listening to her words. They weren't threatening or held any words of aggression, like Cort's had when they met. The mutt pushed forward quietly, as not to startle the prey the queen was tracking, until she was a few feet by her side. Help her track and take down prey? Simple enough. Valiria had no qualms with asissting her on the task, disregarding her species and all. Val had offered her asisstance before, this was simply another means of offering it, and in the Queen's case, accepting it. So she was more than happy to agree. "Sure thing!" Valiria said quietly. "What you got your nose on, hm?" She asked curiously, with her cheerful accented voice. Perhaps helping her on the hunt would put her in good standing with the pack? Vla wouldn't mind that. If they were all liek Cortes and enjoyed sparring as she did, well you could [c]
(17:01:11) Valiria. consider her VERY interested! [d]


(17:08:14) Cinnema smiled slightly at Val's enthusiasm. As the other female joined her, she'd give a brief nod as her head shifted back around and she went right back on the trail without pause. "A herd of deer, and hopefully a good one. We need something decent." Now with two of them, her intention of taking down a nice fat meal wouldn't be so hard! Win for everyone. She'd easily take the lead, crouched again in the grasses, and not too much walking led them to the herd. It was decently sized, probably at least 8 individuals, and grazing rather peacefully. She wondered briefly if anyone hunted around here, but no matter. She was too focused on pudgy-looking doe. Oh that would just be scrumptious. The pale queen would make eye contact with her current hunting partner, jerking head to that one. "Seperate it, then go for the tendons in the back legs." If she'd get conformation she'd waste no time, muscles bunched, and shoot out with lithe legs to scatter them and in particular get their quarry alone.


(17:18:09) Valiria gave a cheeky grin to her unting partner as they got back on the trail. Oh this was exciting, it would be her first real hunt with another canine! So the mutt kept on Cin's heels, taking note of the herd ahead. Once the queen identified their target, and gave the gal instructions, she'd set off. Quietly, but keeping a reasonable speed, Val would take a position nearby the doe in question, moving quietly in the spae between her and the heard. Once the queen had bursted forward to scatter them, Val would keep on the doe. Her agile figure would allow her to sleep in between the startled animals and ensure the doe was cut off from the main stream of the escaping herd. Once the seperation was ensured, Val would speed p on the deer's heels, snapping at the delicate legs, aiming for the tendons as instructed. The startled herbivore kept on, running in what almost seemed circles. Surely it was confused, but it kept Val on her toes and gave her ample time to snip at one of those stringy [c]
(17:19:11) Valiria. tendons. Gal would press on, aiming for the next as the deer became sloweer, but more defensive. It would surely begin kicking at her now, the possibility of injury was always present. This did not deter her though, as the mutt kept pressing on, waiting for the Queen's attack. [d]


(17:20:58) [#] Valiria rolls 1d20 & gets 16. (for injuries)


(17:25:36) Cinnema didn't realize that it was Val's first hunt, she was simply pleased by how the girl took to her instructions. Cin would leave the other members of the herd running and circle back to the doe as it was attacked, looking aimless and scared. If at all possible the queen would aim to distract it from the assault to its delicate muscles, giving it snaps near its front legs and generally standing in front of it to capture its attention. As it turned to likely fend itself off from the wolf at its behind, she dared to move forward past a front leg to attack at its neck. She didn't realize it was moving, however, a paw caught her leg and compromised her grip upon its windpipe. With a choice swear, she dropped and darted out of the way, cursing herself mentally for letting it strike her. Only then putting a little weight on it did she realize how bad it actually hurt. Not being deterred, she would take the next opportunity that she had hopefully helped cause, to leap and sink her fangs (c)
(17:25:55) Cinnema- into its throat, biteforce crunching down and severing its wind supply to likely bring it down. (e)


(17:31:54) Valiria while Cin was circling back to the target, Val had reached out to grab at the doe's uninjured leg. Only, whe nshe had, the creatured had turn and struck its hooves out in defense. THankfully, the husky gal was nimble enough to jup out of the way enough to avoid the brunt of the attack hitting her face. Instead, the kick grazed her shoulder, leaving a bit of a cut, but a substantial bruise underneath. Determined to not let the doe escae before the queen could get to it, she shrugged off the strikign pain and went right for its other limb. With a snap and tear, the doe's leg was out of service. Violet gaze searched for the Queen, only to find her already taking care of the meal's throat. Their teamwork seemed to pa off, both of them having suffered injury though. Panting, gal ran up to the Queen to await instruction. "Are you alright?" Val asked, concerned. Once she recieved a confirmation, she would trot right back over to the backside of the animal. "Shall I pull from here?"


(17:34:35) Cinnema would nod say "Sure, I'll get the throat" then assist in tugging it back up until they got to the lake, where she'd drop off to tend to her really painful leg now, and probable bathe. "Good job, tell them Cin sent you, I'll be by shortly."