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@Banesteppe backdated to 12/25/22 if that's good? <333

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Nyra prowls again to the Plains, having meant to talk to Reign for a while now.
Never having taken the time to truly stop in on the Viscountess' territory, she may as well try again...
The Warqueen was several miles out still, having at least another hour or so to go before she would reach the Hiraeth.

The Queen paused briefly to inspect a dead duo of coyotes, splayed and ripped apart like something hungry had gotten them.
Gore was everywhere, as was the musty, borderline putrid stench that wafted around the scene, as if that predator was still close by.
Nyra snorted sharply and continued on her way, ears and eyes on alert for the potential presence of others.
Smoldering golden eyes looked sidelong back to the mangled coyotes...

Part of her wanted a taste.
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She sees him in the distance.
She feels that he sees her too, especially as she watches the faint movement of a head turning.
Then, he's coming closer, moving like he might be a dead man walking, zombified perhaps.

Her hackles stand on end as he gets closer, closer, she feels his red orbs staring at her and sees them too, sizing her up with intrigue and some hunger that looked almost cannibalistic.
Her lip curls, tail flagged high already by now, glaring him down with fearless blazing hues of hellfire gold.
She growls loudly, a warning for him to fuck off, but somewhere in her gut, she almost knows the brute won't listen to the warning.
And as they stare each other down, she feels her own teeth itching to rip, rend, and tear.
For blood to spill, the thrill and electricity of battle to taint the air like poison.

Nyra prowls toward him a few paces, adrenaline igniting in her veins at the excitement, the inevitable clash-! 
She lunges for Banesteppe then with a savage, guttural roar, aiming to shred the flesh of his face, his cheek or his upper neck with her teeth. 

OOC note: Berserker specialty :D

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Nyra HP: 24/30, rolled another 4 smfh, sooo Banesteppe 22/30 HP after this post i think???

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She slices his face, his neck, tastes the blood spilling across her tongue, flying into her fur.
But he fights back like she knew he would, his own fangs rending into her cheeks and neck as the brute too snarls as she did.
Nyra doesn't shy from the pain, instead fueled further by it, the Warqueen drives closer, attempting to gnash her fangs into his jugular and vital areas whilst they both brawl for the upper paw. 
Nyra is vicious and battle-hardened, though not nearly as mentally far gone as this bastard seems to be.
She surges onward like any shieldmaiden of the Gods would - unphased, unafraid, driven by the hellfire in her veins of the war-mongrels she descends from and the adrenaline that pulses with it.
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Nyra HP: 14
Banesteppe HP: 10??

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He curled in and clipped her ear. 
She had already taken her pound of flesh, one of many to come surely; The pain was immediate and sharp, she felt the blood starting to flow from the deeper nick as she continued to go for his cheeks and face with the wrath of all hell, unminding of the pain just as he, unyielding and ferocious as they clashed. 

Short response I apologize ;A;

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Rolled a 4 ;w;
B HP: 6
N HP: 6

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She gets him good, tearing into his face, cheeks and neck more and more, but in the midst of their brawl the bastard is able to get a good grip on the side of her neck and he shakes.
Oh, she knows this tactic, and she knows it well from her life before this world.
But he is able to thrash her a good couple times before the Warqueen adjusts enough to plant her massive paws and thrust herself into him in an effort to break the brute's jaw by attempting to also shove her shoulder into his windpipe if she can manage. 

This was getting bad...she would need to end this, and soon.
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B HP: 4????????
N HP: 0!

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She hears a crack, but as he tests the functionality of his mouth she aims her fangs for his nose, intent to at least clip the sensitive area.
But by then he's aiming for her ribs-!
Nyra leaps sideways just in time to avoid the brute taking a full chunk out of her, but she feels the moderately deep slicing of his teeth into her flesh as she jolts out of reach, rounding one last time to attempt to briefly fell him with a desperate and heavy shove before she bails.
Her pride was not worth falling to the teeth of a walking corpse, and she would keep going until he was well out of sight.

Only then would she slow down to regroup herself.
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She snaps at his nose as he tests his jaw and even barely avoids getting a chunk bitten out of her. He growls is subtle frustration, continuing his attempts to snap back just as much as she is. It seems like she’s desperate now and he would settle for that as fear, for the hell beast fears nothing and no one. Not even death.

Yet, when she shoulder checks him hard enough to send him skidding over the grass, she’s turning tail and running. A savage bark is pulled from the depths of his chest as he makes chase.

The chase doesn’t last long though, for he’s already been awake for days on end and this weak, dying body is rusted at best and broken at worst. He comes to a halt, mouth wide and panting, drool and blood cascading from crimson stained jaws, and a wild look in his eye.

He would not forget that face…
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