I can calm you,

Lately to been seeking out how well packmates were doing ; especially since one had left. She couldn't judge him of course, talking with a few.. Her actions were not the best — and would not turn on anyone who decided they were not fit for Dragonford. However, at the same though, she wouldn't allow them to return. Just on the grounds of no hard feelings, regardless, how they may feel about her. She wouldn't go too far. But it seemed only one really left, and the rest shrugged their shoulders at the thought.

Vendrussel sought @Belial and how he was. She remembered he was one of the warriors that faced a fight upon the brim while she was out of commission. A swelling of pride in defense, and a winning as well. Just the one of many that may or may not come ; whose to say on the matter. 

But as he was one of the more vigorous members with muscle to pull, "hey Belial, how are you?" so greeted with a tap of a shoulder with her own if he allowed it, "want to warm up a bit?" an invitation — for a brawl, as she played with a mischevious smile.

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^^There had been a death, though Belial wasn’t sure if that had been before or after the fight he’d joined in on that one time - but then there’d been a meeting that he hadn’t attended for obvious purposes, and someone got their feeling hurt and left.

And then things settled down. No more fights. No more deaths. No more anything. Vennie got better, and things became boring. He considered the idea of stirring up trouble and then there’d been a knock at the door. Or rather, Vennie coming up with him, wanting..to square up?

Did he hear that right?

The look on her face, the emotion in her smile, Belial growled and launched himself forward in an attempt to tackle her over.

“Hey there, Mother Dragon. Good to see you.”

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As he got her groove, she felt her body be tugged to the ground. Managed, even as her fur ruffled with growls emitting in that playful way — clear signs this was meant as a sparring and nothing else, not like a trial of arms and neither any killing blows. She expected teeth and as raised, maybe just the smallest blood to be torn but nothing to take them out of commission. Rolling into the sand she go, but Vendrussel, was determined to use it at her advantage. 

As so was pushed into the beach sands, she attempted to use maw and grab upon Belial, anywhere near the neck. The chest, the shoulder — the dragoness only needed to grab onto something at the very least. Momentum of force, she so thought and used as attempted by the rolling to reverse the situation and be the one-top. It was a game on who gave in, and who would be stopped. 

Relatively even matched, but Vendrussel believed arrogantly, that she held the advantage in experience. Though growling as warnings that as the Alpha, she would be winning, but it seemed unsuited for the grinning upon her face.

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^^Alpha or not - there were no titles in the game of war, despite that this was not a fight to the death, but a friendly spar between… wolves of the same nation. He wanted to ask her about the death; wanted to playfully confront her about it, to show that he supported her - even if it was all because he just didn’t give a fuck.

Perhaps after.

She was in the sand, rolling almost as if towards him, aiming for something to grab. Oh, he could give her something to grab, alright. So he gave her his shoulder, and rolled towards her, attempting to use his weight to pin her to the ground with his own playful grins and growls.

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Vendrussel was waiting for others to come — confront to what happened and demand answers so they were not satisfied upon the meeting, or weren't around to here. It wouldn't be a surprise, and rather welcomed any and all who desired to know ; she wouldn't put up such a large aggression. It was known within her own culture leaders who seemed weak were overthrown.. But within her case, the wolves of her Clan would rejoice in such a win. The opinions she realized, were the opposite, perhaps even more welcoming with a better value of peace and livability. Something within her heart she wanted even as a youngin, and gradually remembering. They were.. Rough, to say the least. But not all memories were remembered well ; faces that once were there, now gone. She couldn't remember the looks of her parents and yet, that wasn't something she entirely missed. 

They would live fine — and she would survive.

A wrestling with Belial, as she managed to successfully grab his shoulder but though failed to redirect onto the other. Rather he seemed to throw himself forward, like a reverse of her reverse! Vendrussel growled lighly, a clear displeasure of how fluid he was getting on the matter and 'going with the flow' to try and turn it to his own whim. Impressive, though to say. When she realized what was happening, she halted the process of yanking forward. In return..

She let go, and tried to head-bash her way to a startling surprise to him being toppled down. At the very least, so she was hoping.

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^^Was that it, then? Was it truly that Belial was a go with the flow type and that he didn’t care? With no relationships, not even with those he shared the same pack with, there was little to care about. One’s business was their business, and not his own. Sure, this was survival of the fittest, and yet..

She released the grab on his shoulder with a growl that didn’t sound too happy. Oh, was Venny-dear used to getting her own way? A curious brow would arch, glancing towards her with the tilt of his head, having been totally unaware of what she was trying to accomplish, only to become even more confused as she rammed her head into his chest??

What was the goal, here, exactly, aside from playful shenanigans? An ear flickered back and he blinked, probably reacting a bit too late, but he simply… fell over, willingly.

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With a spar, she was more willing to take risky moments. A head bash wasn't the best to do within a fight, for not only could it hurt oneself, but it also simply wouldn't work at times. It was like a push really, then someone of a damage ; where one's head could split and ache just as her own slightly did as it pounded from the successful head ram. She had grinned with so even if the risk was there — for any other moment she would imagine the other would grab at the back of their neck.

So when Belial started to fall, she charged head-first at him with fangs open. Vendrussel wanted him to submit fully, and not just a ploy where he continued falling to 'give what she wanted,' and perhaps, was a bit reckless within this pursuit. As she re-gathered herself from the head bash, her jaw was wide open to catch him at his neck. Him falling was but a perfect excuse to grab, gently, by the throat or chest to pin fully. She thoroughly thought, she was the victor.

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^^Of course it had been a ploy. She hadn’t gotten what she’d wanted, so she’d released him and totally caused him to fall over with her weird head-banging against his chest. Not quite, but this was a friendly game of war, and therefore, Belial wasn’t taking this as serious as he might have done if they were fighting to the death.

And that was alright by him. So he collapsed, baiting her to come, and when she did - he would attempt to grab her as she grabbed him, so that he could pull her down with him. Gently, of course.

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Her head rung a bit with the initial head-bang. Feeling the twing and ringing, feeling the bone connect with her own. Most likely she got injured minorly far more then he did ; but she succeeded on pushing him down. As her head pulled away from him within that push, she felt an air of adrenaline and a thought to go forward again. There was a smile of arrogance, minorly pride while feeling the air around her within a new freedom as he fell, and almost seemed.. Taunting her so, like a pulling — but Vendrussel instead of pulling forward, drew back. Giving some space between them

"Concede?"

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