Medium Fight - Successful with Injury + RIGHTEOUS TROPHY Medium Soldat Mission - Fail
Smug rolls 1d20 for easy fight & gets 17.
Smug rolls 1d20 for medium fight & gets 9.
Smug rolls 1d20 for Righteous Trophy & gets 2.
Ever since her first nighttime escapade when she found the elk carcass, Smug had decided to get up and sweep the border followed by a small adventure every night. It was a good workout to keep her toned frame in shape, ensure the pack was safe, explore the areas surrounding the den, and last but not least it helped to calm her fragile psyche. Although the woman always aimed to take Drakov's advice about her traumatic past to heart and put it into effect, many times it was too hard to overcome and stabilize the memories. She had suffered through most of her life with the horrors without it ever seeming to scratch her surface and worm its way in. It had only been her worst and most emotional trauma of having been bred then having her babies stolen that had finally broke her tight reigns of control. Smug had been chosen from among the other females because of her strength and notable prowess in the fighting ring to be bred for future champions. According to the wretched humans, it was an honor bestowed upon her. Fuck them right? The pups had barely been with her for a week before they took them and gave them a surrogate mother to care for them while she was thrown back into the ring for their profit. That's when the poor girl snapped. That was where they had crossed the line. Electrocute, drown, hang, beat the shit outta, pretty much do ANYTHING to her, but that... No.
The crack in her armor had allowed for emotional breakdowns and psychotic episodes to leak out. It was like a fracture that also caused her to become prone to night terrors, hallucinations, and random bouts of aggression with no reason. The two-legged fucker that had done the deed had paid with his worthless life, triggering a killing spree where she murdered many of the enslaved dogs before snapping to and bolting, finally escaping that place. Guilt struck into her like lightning bolts, clutching at her chest in a panic attack or frantic frenzy, for spilling the blood of those that had suffered alongside her. They had been forced into the life by their masters just as she had. It was simply survival when facing an opponent in the ring, but attacking them without warrant... It was the one thing in life that the earthen-toned woman regretted. She should have freed them.
Only Drakov knew about her background, even if it was evident in her build, fighting style, and mindset, and even then he only knew the slightest sliver of information. It was a secret that only emerged in her nightmares and hallucinations. SIGH. Such heavy thinking forced the dame to rise from her resting and shake out her fur as if to rid herself of the encroaching thoughts. She had been trying to sleep, but to no avail. Her agitated mind just refused to settle. Guess it was time for a walk. Head poked out from Vechnyy's new den to find the skies weeping as torrential rains fell like hooves pounding upon the drenched ground. It seemed to rain a lot more in these parts than their old homes. She didn't mind it too much though. The showers normally didn't last too long and left the Earth revitalized and green, and the air always smelled fresh and like petrichor. Smug braced herself and emerged from shelter, feeling the nippy drops soak into her thick pelt. The cold never bothered her much by virtue of her dense fur though too much warmth could bother her fairly easily.
The rainfall diminished to a drizzle as she neared the edge of their territory. Seeking cover under a large tree, she shook herself and sent droplets of water flying. Her mood had already lightened and anxiety had begun to calm as the beautiful serenity of the night worked its magic. Rump lowered to the dirt as hind paw came up to scratch behind her skull where an ear should have been. Once done, nose raised to inhale the refreshing air while olive eyes closed to center herself. A few minutes passed by while she sat, still as a statue. It was as if she wished to become one with the tranquility of the night.
An unfamiliar scent intruded into the peace and eyes snapped open to catch a small wolf stranger creeping across the border. Eyes followed the stranger, a darkly coated male with a tan underbelly and white socks, as he hesitated at one of Vechnyy's territory markers. Anger spiked through her, white and hot, as he then proceeded to step past it and look around with a sly grin. Oh you little prick. As he moved into taller grass, Smug finally set her muscles into action as hind legs pushed of the dirt, gouging into the damp soil, and paws carried her swiftly after him. She was silent in her movements, suppressing the warning growls that attempted to rattle through her throat. Fuck a warning. He had interrupted her time AND intruded on to pack territory. Body ran parallel to him before rounding towards the unsuspecting stranger as rain covered her advance. Muscular frame closed the distance between her and the slinking male quickly, lowered head and shoulder smashing into his side before he could react. The impact sent the petite wolf crashing into the dirt and Smug skidding to a halt on the opposite side of him. Smug pivoted and finally let loose a wicked snarl as teeth gnashed the air in front of his face.
"You have crossed into Vechnyy territory you little prick. I saw you disregarding our borders. What is your business here, maggot?" She held him down with a heavy paw while she glared into his cowering face. The guy's shit-brown eyes were wide in fear, ears pinned back and tail tucked while body just quivered below her. It was if his speech was frozen in fright. The bloodied face of a mauled pit bull flashed behind irritated eyes as her mind crossed back into memories of her thrill kill. Well fuck. Snort was released angrily and head shook to clear the rueful image. "Get the fuck out. If I catch you here again, I will kill you." Teeth snapped out to nick his cheek and draw blood to iterate her warning before she pushed away from him and retreated a few steps. Immediately the boy leaped to his feet and fled back across the border, olive stare watching him go.
A sigh was heaved from her chest as head lowered. Why? Why did he have to come and remind her of everything she had tried so hard to bury? Especially since this was supposed to calm her down, not rile her up. How was the dame supposed to sleep now? SIGH. Another quick shake of the head as Smug decided to do a run of the border to try and ease the turmoil boiling within her once again. She made her rounds once, twice, and was now making it a third time around. The awful image just wouldn't leave her in peace. The blood, the fearful eyes draining of life until empty blanks stared back up at her. Run had slowed to a trot as the moon had made it a third of the way across the cloudy sky. The drizzle had ceased leaving behind pockets of fog to crawl across the invigorated turf. Paws skidded to a halt as another's scent impeded her progress. Wait.... make that two! One was a stranger, but the other..... WHY THAT FUCKING PRICK. Smug struggled to suppress the ripping snarl as fury racked her frame. Body had already begun moving forward, following their trails deeper into Vechnyy land.
The darker male stood on alert at the edge of the courtyard. It looked like he was on sentry duty while the other was off doing something else. Luckily for Smug, though unlucky for the devil, his gaze was focused on the sleeping bodies across the courtyard and the others near the den. Which meant his back was to her... Silent killer launched her full weight hurtling at him. Jaws parted to reveal filed ivories as the male turned last second in surprise. Maw clamped tight around his exposed throat, slowly crushing his windpipe as his limbs flailed about in a futile attempt to free himself. Pained gasps emitted from his maw before she administered a quick jerk of her head, ending his life. Body went limp in her mouth but she continued to squeeze and toss her head until satisfying tearing of the skin could be heard and his blood gushed over her tongue followed soon after by his larynx and jugular. Smug dropped her trophy as a surge of fulfillment pulsed through her.
Olive eyes snapped to their food cache as movement caught at her peripherals, demanding her attention. So they were stealing the pack's food. Filthy scavengers. Anger flooded her once more, now coupled with the adrenaline from her kill, and she took off after the retreating tail. Soon she broke through the treeline to pause as a deer and badger carcasses sat in the clearing nearer to the edge of their lands. Eyes skirted the area while ears tried to hone in on any signs of movement and nose sniffed at the air. Where was he? The padding of paws on dirt finally reached her and she whipped around to meet her opponent. It seems she had upset him by killing his little lookout and he decided on revenge over their original mission. This one was a fast asshole and he launched himself at her, hackles raised and growling. Hind legs clenched and pushed off to throw herself at him head on, head lowered to protect her neck and jaws parted in a snarl. His teeth scraped across her skull and his paws slammed into her shoulder, claws digging in and reopening the scars there as they raked down it. The woman's own attack allowed her to catch his bottom jaw within hers and paws into his chest to drive the wind from his lungs. Pained growl emerged from Smug as her wound wept freely, but she was rewarded with a pained gasp as he struggled to fill his lungs and her ivories cut into the supple skin of his bottom lips. Using her strength-trained neck muscles, woman would twist her head while hind legs dug into the damp soil and stretched in order to force him down.
The male's forelegs flailed, deepening the wounds and pressing uncomfortably into her neck. Once he had been successfully flipped onto his back, she would come down on top of him and begin thrashing side to side in order to rip his lower jawbone right off his stupid ugly face. The male retaliated as fear radiated from him and he lashed out in the form of powerful kicks to her belly and hind legs. Growl left her throat as anger and adrenaline spiked when her left back leg was kicked hard and sharp pain lanced through it. The hind leg was lifted and used to jab out at his junk. Sharp intake of breath could be heard as her hit had landed and his body curled in on itself. A low blow yes but Smug held no respect for rules in killing this thief and trespasser. She shifted and fore paw was placed into his mouth while his breathing was labored. There she pushed his skull into the dirt with all her weight while neck craned back to pull at the jawbone. Whines and yelps were sounded as his attempts to escape doubled and his body thrashed and flailed to find any purchase. Smug was soon awarded with cracking sounds followed shortly after by a pop and tearing as head swung back and tendons and muscles relinquished the jaw to her. Throat gurgled while he choked on his own blood and his struggles became weaker and weaker. Smug retreated a few steps, her prize still clenched firmly in her mouth, as olive gaze watched disdainfully while the life left his body. Her hind leg was lifted as she could barely place any weight on it and her front shoulder ached something fierce. The fucker had left her with a limp in TWO legs.
Dropping the bloody jawbone, she hobbled over to confirm the trespasser's death. My oh my she had left a mess. Dark liquid pooled around his head, seeping into the dirt and spreading outward. She sniffed with dispassionate interest before gaze moved to the two prey carcasses. Hobbling toward them, the injured woman would grab the badger by the neck and turn to head back to the cache before returning to fetch and drag the deer. The whole process was extremely arduous and time-consuming with her new wounds and gimp and it left her panting. She rested for a moment, laying beside the body of the jaw-less male, in order to catch her breath and stop the quivering in her exhausted muscles. Once she had recovered some, she would grab the male and drag his body over to the smaller prick's body, leaving them in a bloody pile to rot until another from the pack could help her rid them of their bodies or if the Tsars decided to add them to the food stocks.
Smug gnawed the tail off of the smaller wolf and together with the jawbone, made her way back to her usual resting spot to the left of the den entrance under the tree. They were her prizes and she was trying to decide if she should present them to the Tsars or keep them as trophies signalling her kills. Pretty much as soon as head hit the dirt, the girl was asleep. No more anxiety or restlessness. Only blissful unconsciousness awaited.