[ED] Rita vs Taramo

[Akante]

faux. said:

<sup>This is a fight thread between Rita of El Dorado vs. Taramo of Almas Rotas over 15 square miles of land belonging to Almas Rotas.

This is a 1 on 1 fight. Each side may bring one supporter and witness to the fight. This Supporter/Witness are only to watch and are not allowed to enter the fight at any time.

The marshland fight rules apply. Please make sure you have read over all rules regarding posting requirements on length, spelling and grammar. Please write your fight posts out as detailed and clear as possible. At any time an organizer may lock the thread if a complaint is made that requires the thread to be re-read. Unless an action by a fighter is deemed quite serious each SIDE/TEAM may be asked to make corrections to posts involving vague/hard to understand statements within the post, autos, etc. These are individually determined by one or more organizers.

Each individual has the right to edit their fight post any time within FIVE HOURS from the time they posted it. Any editing of a post after five hours without the okay of an organizer is automatic loss.

A fight thread automatically ends when one character dies, when a thread has been up and active up to six weeks, OR when one fighter on either side fails to post within exactly 10 days of the last RP post.

SPECIAL TERMS:
Rita will try to enslave Taramo, should she win.
Taramo will try to enslave Rita, should he win.

This is a NO-CONSENT, meaning individuals may maim and/or kill without permission. May the best fighter(s) win!

For organization purposes, this fight's six week limit ends on February 15th.</sup>

[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg418172#msg418172 date=1325653339]
[[ooc:Nezilah said I can say she was following Tarmao.]]
PLOPPLOP
Taramo trudged through the heavily wooded area of the Marshlands. Lightning cracks the sky, and thunder rumbled the ground, and rain cascaded from the sky. He narrowed his eye, and looked directly forward. Scanning the area for his opponent. Once more, he played the dangerous game. He was fighting for the land he gained. His old rival Rita had confronted Taramo in his pack land. She wanted a portion of his land, The rest of the island they shared. Taramo wasn't gonna just give it up.He earned that land he was gonna keep it. The trees were tall, and strong oak trees, and a few ash tress scattered around. Taramo let out a small sigh, then looked back at his cousin that was following him. He had asked her to come with him because, he didn't think his mate would come. They weren't on the best terms right now. He didn't even know if she cared if he lived or died in this fight.

Out of everyone he knew. The ones he knew that cared the most were. Nezillah, Zafirah, and Blitzblade. They were his family. So it would be assumed they would care. He turned his head forward again and said." Thank you for coming Nez. Means a lot to me. "It really did mean a lot to him. He was risking being imprisoned again. He could do it a second time. After all he endured the first time. There was nothing he couldn't handle. After having his toes ripped off, his ear split, and his eye ripped out. The only pain that could be worse was child birth he thought. He still walked with a limp, but he refused to hobble. He had worked his paw and leg with the missing toes since his injury, to the point where he had no feeling in his leg. So he walked with a limp but he could still walk some. Running was hard but he could do it.

The only thing that mattered at this point was he was here to fight for his land, and clan. The only thing he hadn't done was pick an Emissary. The only person he had in mind was Nez. She had been there for him. She had backed him up where no one else could. She was acting like she was a part of his family. 'I think you have proven yourself.' Taramo stopped walking and looked his cousin strait in the eye. "Nez, as of today, you are the first ranked member of Almas Rotas. You are the first Emissary. Ambassador, you speak and represent the pack. I trust that you will fulfill your duties well." He shot her a smile that said trust and love. Then he turned around and continued his trek. Only moments after did he stop, and freeze."This is where we part ways. See ya soon."He walked on, the rain drenching his fur. He waited for Rita to show her face.
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[Akante]

[quote author=Nezillah [RP] link=topic=58597.msg418179#msg418179 date=1325654357]
ooc// strictly a witness for this fight.

This was it. Not to outcome she wanted at all, and as she followed Taramo through the mud and wet of their home, Taramo was about to begin a fight for their home. The enemy hasn't shown yet, but it wouldn't be long till they caught sight of her. Her being Rita. This old enemy of her cousin's. And now she had returned, returned to take land that her cousin had fought so hard - and lost so much for.

She glanced at Taramo's face, catching sight of his missing eye and long scar on his face. He was so determined to fight for his home and his family. She expected no less, of course. Lighting lit the Marsh up, and thunder rumbled in the sky. She swore she could feel the sound of it in her chest. Her eyes traveled upward for a split second as lightning lit the sky again.

"Thank you for coming Nez. Means a lot to me."
Nezillah looked at him, "We're family, Tar. It's the least I could do." And she honestly wouldn't have had it any other way. Before, it had just been her and her sister for so many years. Now she had her Uncle and Taramo and his mate and family. Nez and Zaf's family had grown so large in such a short time.

Taramo stopped and turned to face her, and she tilted her head to the side, about to ask why he'd stopped. "Nez, as of today, you are the first ranked member of Almas Rotas. You are the first Emissary. Ambassador, you speak and represent the pack. I trust that you will fulfill your duties well." She rose a tiny bit taller, feeling a bit honored that Taramo had chosen her for such a task.
"You can trust me, My Lord," she said with a teasing smile. Not fully appropriate given the situation they now found themselves in. He turned again and walked on Nezillah fell into step close behind. Soon enough, he stopped again, "This is where we part ways. See ya soon." She nodded, but was still determined to keep her cousin in sight, "Good luck, Taramo."

She felt a twinge of dread, but she pushed it away. She was only here to watch and hope that Taramo was victorious.
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[Akante]

Rita said:

It came down to yet another fight.
Shouldn't the Captain feel exhausted, exasperated, and fed up with it coming down to this, yet again?

Then again, this was Rita, after all. The mutt simply scoffed and laughed at the very idea of trampling over another bunch of fools. After walking away with a glorious victory - as far as she concerned, she'd won the damn thing - against the Keep, the billowing pride that swelled within the she-wolf only fueled her desire to go even further. Unfortunately there were always obstacles, weren't there? Such obstacles were placed in her way merely to be moved aside, cast off, eliminated. And why would this fool be treated any differently than a useless, potentially dangerous, obstacle? He'd gone against her desires, her will, before. As far as she was concerned, Taramo was not only an obstacle, but an opposing force that threatened what she stood for. El Dorado would not be able to flourish and blossom properly with such a threat roaming free, especially so close to the heart of the pack.
While the bitch loved risks and thrills, this was not one she was too keen on.

And so the dominoes were tipped, and everything began spiralling into the inevitable fickle demands of Fate. That devious force was rarely predictable, but the Captain piled up the odds and analyzed the statistics - surely Fate was on her side, today. And if he dared to leave her side? She'd simply manipulate his ass back over here. A chuckle and the blackblood mutt kept her stride going with a bit of a bounce - an obvious display of her confidence. The rain bolted to the ground, drenching the she-wolf rather quickly, though this failed to deter her. So, the battle was going to be a bit slippery? Excellent... This should be over quickly.

Throwing her torso to each tree she passed, rubbing herself up against them briefly to mark them as her own, the female continued her ecstatic trot towards where the two had determined the fight to take place. Honestly she couldn't understand why they needed to move a good fifty yards to this location - it didn't seem all too different than the last quarter mile or so. But she wouldn't let this thought carry on, and Rita quickly shrugged it off as the waterlogged scent of her opponent grew stronger. As she walked through the trees, she eventually caught site of Taramo, and that grin spread wider. "Well hello, dear boy!" Yes, dear boy. Learn your superiority, fool. A quick couple bounds and Rita found herself no more than five yards away from the brute. Her gaze shifted over to the other she-wolf present, and a quick wink would be her only bit of acknowledgement of the stranger. And a mocking acknowledgement, no less. A deep inhale and her eyes turned back to the brown-scaled male, where she would now fully assess her advantages. He obviously bore the physical damage of a rather vicious brawl - the missing eye, massacred face, torn-up foot... not to mention how he leaned towards one side. Had he not managed to regain full capabilities in that leg?

Rita smiled with glee, her eyes focused on Taramo's single green one.
Oh, she'd exploit these damning weaknesses... and she'd exploit them as much as she could.

"One last chance, eh?" She was always one for the good "ready to seal your fate?" sort of deal.
Though she could tell from his history of stubborn-ass behavior that he would budge as much as she would. Except Rita had the physical stability to rest up against, whilst he would be sure to stumble.

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[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg418733#msg418733 date=1325724159]

"Good luck, Taramo."

He gave her one final wink, and continued his trek. Sniffing the air, looking for a new sent. Family was irreplaceable. If no one else was gonna be in your corner. If anyone was going to be on your side, it was your family.

Step by step, through the mud, the rain. He drew on more strength. At this point he had never felt more alive. He continued to scan the area for Rita. His opponent, his obstacle. Taramo had faced many obstacles in his life. Abandoned, he had to fend for himself. He fought, he learned, and grew stronger. He had his ups and downs. But he always came through. It was like there was some part of him that wouldn't let him die, or be permanently defeated. He would always rise from the ashes of his former self. Stronger than ever, ready to smash through what had tried to put him down. No matter what until it was his time to fall asleep in death, he would keep on going. He had a cause, a goal, and the determination to back up whatever he came out of his mouth. Death would not claim his so easily.

With every thunder clap and every lightning crack he felt his will power grow. His will to go on. Everything that happened to you in your life was there to make you stronger. Some called it fate some called it luck, some had gods to blame. Taramo believed that things happen just because the universe wants to make us strong. Those that don't grow in strength are the ones that are left behind. The one who die before their time. Finally through the trees he saw her,Rita. He stopped and pt his foot down just as a clap thunder rumbled the air, and shook the ground. As if the ground shook with fear. Fear of the battle of the two titans that was about to take place.

"Well hello, dear boy!"

Taramo just stood there with a blank expression on his face looking in her eyes, as she stared back into his.
"Thats 'My Lord" to you." That is what she will call him when she is defeated. Taramo wasn't being head strong. He just liked to jest and antagonize. Taramo thought about what he was going to do in this fight. He was going to try a new tactic. He smirked a bit. Laughing on the inside about how devious he was."One last chance, eh?" Was she really asking? She was serious. She should already know him. He wasn't going to just give up. Even if he didn't have a chance. "You already know the answer." Taramo placed his leg with the missing toes flat on the ground, and stood up tall on just the pad of his foot. A flash of lightning lit up his face and he put his plan in motion. As he slowly backed up,(two more yards away)and faded away behind a tree he said;"Its better to live on your feet, than to die on your knees."

He was going to use the night sky and the flashes of lightning to his advantage. He hopped between trees, dogding under fallen trunks, and hid behind the think moss. Remaining quiet as he made his way around to her left flank. As soon as she wasn't looking he would lung quickly from his cover. Maw wide open unsheathing his katana sharp teeth and attempt to slam into her side trying to knock her off balance. Then he would try to lock his jaws around her throat and pin her down using all his weight.
If she turned to face him he would continue his advance and lower his head attempting to ram her in the chest, or at least one of her legs.

'The Clash of titans, that is what this is'
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[Akante]

Rita said:

"Thats 'My Lord" to you."

The wench pursed her lips, her eyebrows raising in a rather crude, sarcastic manner. It was almost as if she were saying 'ooooh, so terrifying'. Why the hell should she be intimidated by his big man, stoic monster facade. She really couldn't give a damn about what he said, all she wanted was the results - and those results had better be the ones she wants. Otherwise she'd live another day to tear his guts out, taking all his land and enslaving the whole of his family. Ha! Ruffling her fur, her tail whipping back and forth curtly behind her, she shifted her paws as she waited. Her offers was more than generous. He should know for a fact that Rita was, indeed, much stronger this time. And considering how she'd almost slaughtered his ass last time, this set of circumstances should send him him yelping for his mother, sprinting to the nearest den. Yes, run, dear child. Flee before I send you down to suffer the humiliation I intend to send you through. As the Captain stood, ready and awaiting her response, she spread that grin wide. Well, dear boy?

"You already know the answer." Sadly, she did. A series of tsks slurred from her lips, her tongue eagerly clicking against the roof of her mouth. Her fleeting moment of faith in the male breed was shattered, and for a moment she smirked. Amused. "Its better to live on your feet, than to die on your knees." And then she snickered for a moment, her glare narrowing as her brows raised. He was damning himself. Is that your final answer? If so, he was a fool. She watched as his figure backed away, seeming to disappear behind trees. But trunks could not hide his form - the light from the series of strikes in the skies would cast an ample amount of light for the she-wolf to see. Backing up, she kept herself a safe distance from the wall of vegetation. He wanted to hide? To launch his surprise attacks? He needed to have that precious element on his side to begin with, but Rita would expect it all. Her steps back would be regal, curt, quick, in order to ensure that she had as much of the upper hand as she could afford. Swivelling her auds, she felt the presence of his apparent cousin behind her. She'd scooch back further, placing herself almost right next to her. Strategy, dear boy. Be careful who you attack... This could get dangerous... When she was done with this fool, he wouldn't have any knees to die on.
She'd make sure of it.

The only sounds that pursued now were the clashes of lightning and the constant drizzle of rain. He was being silent, clever boy... But silence would not be the key to any sort of success, not here, not now. Not when there were so many other variables to take into consideration. Keeping herself still, close to the other she-wolf, the Captain could count down the seconds until she expected the brute to emerge from the mirage of trees and brush. Not moving, keeping her peripherals open and perceptive to everything around her, the mutt caught the instant the brown flash appeared to her left. A snicker slurred as her grin widened, teeth baring themselves as Rita made an instantaneous decision to turn and face her assailant. With his cousin nearly right next to her, she counted on the possibility of him altering his attack. But no. He kept going. Stupid boy. So caring for his family? Even though he were charging dangerously close to his own blood in a frenzy? She could immerse herself in the bountiful hypocrisy that she found herself surrounded in, just as it had during their last little get-together. Things never changed, did they? No, for people were usually too damning of others and arrogant about themselves to admit any sort of fault. And yes, Rita was sure to be guilty of this in one way or another. She wouldn't hide it, she'd embrace it.

Just as she would to him.
As he charged to slam into her - which she could assume he was doing by the manner in which he drew closer - the she-wolf would back up a few steps. One might assume she was taking an easy dodge, which she could've done without a thought, but instead she lurched herself forwards. Just as the body of her opponent raced up to herself, Rita sent herself into the air to his left, body aiming to counteract his ramming with one of her own, though hers would strike lower. Ducking herself just before impact, the Captain would aim to strike just behind his elbows, right at his ribcage. Counting on the fact that she'd be knocking him off track, she'd knock the air straight of him if it struck. If it didn't, though, she'd leap back as quickly as possible, neck extended out towards him, maw wide and snapping to defend herself against any quick retaliations. She'd back up safely, damn it! And then she'd dart into a swift trot, circling the bastard about five or six feet away from him - enough distance to get a good strike in, as well as having a decent amount of time for her brilliant, strategic mind to come up with a simple way to deflect or manipulate any assaults of his own. Assuming she had enough time to strike, the femme fatale found herself circled around to his eight o'clock, where she burst into a sprint, her paws remaining as quiet as possible. Quickly closing in, she'd aim to snap her jaws at his legs, his thigh, his torso. She'd want him to be in pain, to feel flesh picked off. Should he turn to retaliate - considering his lack of eye, he'd probably need more time to turn and actually see his target - Rita would whip her head up and throw her snapping jaws forward, hopefully latching onto his face, his neck. One or the other. If she struck the face, she'd carve it up, tearing any flesh away - hopefully including his right eye - before quickly hauling herself back, hoping to avoid counterattacks. If she hit the neck, instead, she'd do the same and drop her body down - avoiding an assault towards her own throat - and refuse to let go. She would not let go. Teeth, assuming she'd struck, would sink deeper, mangling his skin and claiming blood. Claiming him.

However, if her initial ramming did strike, she'd dig her rear paws into the ground to prevent herself from jolting back as an after effect. Instead, she'd continue leaning forwards, heavily and aggressively, her maw open and snarling as she'd aim to latch on the side of his neck. Her upper torso leaned downwards, her maw reaching up towards his neck from his side - all in order to prevent him from going for her throat - it would be physically impossible without some time-consuming maneuvering. Should she strike, she'd gnaw a little to reinforce her grip, attempting to shuffle it closer towards the throat. Either way, she'd hold on tight as she'd let out a deep snarling, her teeth sinking in as deeply as they could, refusing to let him go. She would not let go. She'd jerk back, tug one way then the other, and thrash her head violently. She'd make him feel pain - pain that she'd give him.

She was the superior one here.

[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg423612#msg423612 date=1326396743]
'What!'
Only after he emerged did he realize that she was standing by Nez, using her as cover in a way. 'Damn it!' Manipulative wench. She knew him, he knew that he would do whatever he had to, as long as he didn't hurt anyone close to him. Some called it weakness, kindness. Taramo thrived on it. Kindness is what separated them from monsters. Heartless monsters that feed on the suffering and pain of the world. The ones that wanted to watch the world just burn. Such beings were just insects that needed to be smashed, and swept away, like the vermin they were. Taramo was ready to carry pout his mission, eradicate those who stood in the way of peace. Rita was one of those. For that she would pay.

Taramo charged at her, she turned to face him. She was bold, and over confident. Tarmao continued his mad dash at her, determined to make his attack hit. But she pivoted to his left. His blind side. 'Damn' She hit him his ribs and knocked the wind out of him. 'Well that was unexpected.' Well that wasn't gonna stop him. He used the hit to his ribs to to pivot around and 'attempt' to grab the scruff of her neck. At the same time, Rita's teeth big into the side of his neck. He would continue ignoring the pain. Continuing to fight. His adrenaline was moving, pain was nothing to him. They had both timed their attacks. Like they were in sync with each other. Given the speed when and if Taramo's jaws locked on her scruff they would both be thrown to the wet ground. If she didn't let go, neither would he. They would lay there, locked in each others jaws.

If she let go he would roll to his feet moments after they hit and the 'attempt' to lock his jaws around her neck and pin her to the ground. Countering any other attacks she would throw at him. If his missed he would jump back snapping his jaws, trying to fend off her volley of attacks that would surely come., and it would giving him time to think of his next attack. Taramo would charge at her again, head strait and maw open and 'try' to lock his jaws on her shoulder, if it landed he would rip and thrash, tearing flesh, and fur. 'Fall!' Once he claimed his prize he would back away again to give him another moment to think and react to anything she could throw at him.

The both had motives, and ones that looked after him. But now he had a family. Nez, Zaf, Blitzblade, his kids, and his mate, his friends. He would not let them down.

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[Akante]

So said:

Sukara said:

Um.. Taramo.. You didn't seem to acknowledge any of Rita's attacks. Either that or your post isn't clear enough to determine what was dodged/countered/hit. Regardless I need you to edit and clarify. The attacks that need to be acknowledged are listed below. Please be mindful that only some attacks would happen depending on the situation. If you're confused on which ones I can clarify but as it stands nothing was acknowledged.

Rita Attack 1 1/3 Combo: Ducking herself just before impact, the Captain would aim to strike just behind his elbows, right at his ribcage. Counting on the fact that she'd be knocking him off track, she'd knock the air straight of him if it struck.
Rita Attack 1 2/3 Combo: Her upper torso leaned downwards, her maw reaching up towards his neck from his side - all in order to prevent him from going for her throat - it would be physically impossible without some time-consuming maneuvering.
Rita Attack 1 3/3 Combo: She'd jerk back, tug one way then the other, and thrash her head violently. She'd make him feel pain - pain that she'd give him.
Rita Alternate Attack 1: If it didn't, though, she'd leap back as quickly as possible, neck extended out towards him, maw wide and snapping to defend herself against any quick retaliations.
Rita Attack 2: Quickly closing in, she'd aim to snap her jaws at his legs, his thigh, his torso. She'd want him to be in pain, to feel flesh picked off.
Rita Alternate Attack 2 1/2 Combo: Should he turn to retaliate - considering his lack of eye, he'd probably need more time to turn and actually see his target - Rita would whip her head up and throw her snapping jaws forward, hopefully latching onto his face, his neck. One or the other.
Rita Alternate Attack 2 2/2 Combo (Head): If she struck the face, she'd carve it up, tearing any flesh away - hopefully including his right eye - before quickly hauling herself back, hoping to avoid counterattacks.
Rita Alternate Attack 2 2/2 Combo (Neck): If she hit the neck, instead, she'd do the same and drop her body down - avoiding an assault towards her own throat - and refuse to let go. She would not let go. Teeth, assuming she'd struck, would sink deeper, mangling his skin and claiming blood. Claiming him.

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg426787#msg426787 date=1326797252]
((Edited.))

Sukara said:

So far, just briefly looking over it, he just needs to acknowledge Attack 1 2/3 Combo since the attack to the ribs were hit. Not sure if he's just calling it a dodge, that part is a bit unclear. All the other attacks are nulled simply because according to Ritas post, if the wind was not knocked out of him shed back away, circle, and do the series of attacks. But since it did, Attack 1 2/3 was attempted instead and she's no longer in the same situation/position to attempt the others. So he just needs the clarify if Attack 1 2/3 was dodged or what.

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg427017#msg427017 date=1326844643]
((Okay now its Fixed))
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Everything looks good, this fight may now continue. Rita has 10 days exactly from this announcement to post. Thank you for your patience.
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[Akante]

Rita said:

[[ i'm going to assume that Rita's shuffling of her grip towards his throat was successful, since her throat assault struck and this sepcific portion wasn't exactly specified. correct me if i'm wrong... ]]

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The pure rush of adrenaline in this particular fight was, to say the least, exciting.
The old beast had quite a few fights under her belt - not as many as most, but still a decent amount - and this one was, by far, the most amusing. The most enthralling. The most entertaining battle she'd endured. And since this exchange of attacks had only been going on for a few minutes, that was really saying something. Perhaps a thought like this might be insulting to her opponent. Was he really that petty and weak that his foolishness truly entertained his attacker? Or, on the other hand, this thinking might be a form of a compliment to dear Taramo - maybe the opportunities he presented in this duel were ones that the Captain could not find elsewhere. Either way, the blackblood mutt wouldn't let these thoughts linger for too long, for as her body still lunged forwards towards her target, she felt the immanent moment of impact nearing.

And BAM!
A curt exhaled was forced through clenched jaws as she felt her shoulders collide with the brown brute, a looming sense of pride and success building up inside her. For some odd reason, though, her powerful ramming had almost no effect on him. How could this be? The confusion of this peculiar effect only drove the she-wolf into a greater frustration, her proud sneer spreading wide into a scowl, her maw opening wide as fangs bared themselves and braced for her own assault. But as she moved her head to reach for his neck, dropping her own torso and neck in the process, she felt a piercing stab of teeth against a bit of the fluffy scruff of her lower nape. A sudden growl blasted from the depths of her throat, and as she continued to drop her torso, she felt the bit of fur and flesh tear away. A minor wound, but one that hurt like hell. This would fuel the bitch even further, and her muscles exploded out as her fangs drove straight for the bastard's neck. In an instant she felt the sudden gratification, similar to that of a child catching its first real prey, as fangs dug into the sensitive, ever-so-vital flesh. In that moment, Rita would push her fangs further, clasping her jaws around to his throat.
She had him now.

She would not let go.
Not. At. All.

Instead she would attempt to throw her head to the side, most likely carrying him with her. The only circumstance the wench could come up with where he would not be willing to submit is if he decided to tear away from her grip. And with her fangs embedded in and around his fragile, delicate arteries and vital flesh, he'd be a dead wolf if he did so. For now, Rita would take full advantage of what she saw as her complete control over him. Not giving the bastard a chance to contemplate what to do now - since he'd most likely panic knowing he was in a deathgrip - the Captain would throw her victim to the ground by means of lurching her head to the side and down. Assuming that he had not torn away or done anything stupid enough as to bring about his own downfall, the she-wolf would then proceed to pin him to the ground, aiming to throw all her weight into her grip around his neck. She'd hold him there, if successful, and let her booming growls thunder out from her occupied jaws and through his own body. He'd feel her wrath, her anger, her fury. He would not be escaping this without fully submitting to the obvious, higher power. And should he attempt to, in whatever way, shape or form, fight back? She'd aim to tighten her grip around his neck, pushing harder to keep him down and keep him fully aware of the fact that she held his life in her grip. Surely her teeth were capable to digging deeper, perhaps even penetrating a major artery while she's at it. The Captain would only hope that her opponent would have the brains to admit defeat - it'd be a waste to kill him. But if he failed to comply - to give in and surrender - she'd be forced to aim to tighten her grip and push down hard enough to enough to initiate suffocation, and perhaps death. Surely he'd be smarter than that...

He'd make a fine trophy, enslaved amongst her demons.

[Akante]

akante~ said:

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg429300#msg429300 date=1327211379]
((wait Did she drop too. How could she stand with taramo running that fast and latching both onto each other? I'm confused.))

akante~ said:

[[ she's dipping to prevent him from grabbing onto her throat/neck. But she mis-timed it, so he snagged a bit of her scruff just as she was dipping. Obviously this didn't give her much time to react, so she kept dipping, eventually causing his grip to literally tear a bit of her fur/scruff away. ]]

[[ clearing up ooc~ ]]
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[Akante]

[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=58597.msg429897#msg429897 date=1327292714]
((I'd like to ask for an extension, Work is really getting tough and I have a deadline to meet so I havent had time to reply to anything.
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[Akante]

Shark said:

[OOC// Here ONLY as a witness. Realize I'm a bit late to the party, sorry, been busy with work..]

Orange eyes had been peering onto this onslaught of necessary violence. Rita had asked Shark to come along, ok, she hadn't, but he knew somewhere deep inside she really had. He wasn't sure if it was her brute force, or her uncanny way of getting under his skin that he admired more, there wasn't really a specific reason he was here. Perhaps it was the fact he was just supporting his Alpha in the fight to gain another massive amount of land. He would stick with that story, for now.

He certainly didn't want Fairah knowing he had the hots for Rita too, that would just cause so much drama he didn't need. So he would keep his relationships secretive until he could devise a plan where he would-- What the hell? He was at a fight and thinking of illegitimate relationships? What the hell was wrong with him.

Shaking his head, and returning his focus on the two brawling wolves, he would keep a close eye on the other wolf here as well, the one supporting the soon to be slave. He hoped she wouldn't interfere, he would hate to ruin a pretty face like that. A cruel smile broke upon his face, as his eyes returned to Rita.

There was no doubt she would win, and they would gain a new recruit. Ok, a slightly used and beaten recruit after Rita was done with him, but a recruit all the same.


[Please forgive the shit post guys. ;A;]

[Akante]

So said:

Since Taramo failed to post within the 10 day deadline, I declare El Dorado the winner of 15 sq mi of Almas Rotas Land. Congratulations!

Regarding The Special Terms: We advise that both parties talk out any possible rules or regulations (if any) between themselves, since we really don't care to get involved unless we have to, and that the thread is put up in El Dorado's board. We will not monitor this. As it stands Taramo will need to attempt to escape, with the aid of Nezillah, while Rita, with the aid of Shark, will attempt to capture. No other participants are allowed.

Also, the escape thread takes place EXACTLY where this fight thread left off. That means current positions of characters are the same, same attacks need acknowledged, same wounds, posting order (deadline excluded unless decided by participants), yadda yadda. Basically no time for healing, the capture thread is basically this thread continued and transferred on another board. The goal is NOT to kill, it is to successfully escape/capture one another.

If there are any questions or concerns, please contact a Marshland Organizer

[Akante]

Corgwyn said:

This thread may continue here. Good luck everyone!