Fool's Gold Chasm dragged by the wind

Backdated to 3/19, taking place immediately after this thread. Will open up to AW after a few rounds between Woya & Walrus.

She did not regret the bridge she had burned, instead relishing any and every opportunity to twist the knife. Her goal had been to absorb as few punches herself as necessary in order to achieve her petty aims, but there were certain things that could just not be resisted despite the measure of risk. Taking as much meat into her gullet as possible before departing had been one of them, and as for another...

Walrus thundered through the forest fleeing the alpha and his ire, when serendipitously one of his pretty, preferred whores came into view.  It was the tiny one, taking a drink from their dwindling water source while perched on stick legs. The impulse came swiftly and was followed obediently by the adrenaline-fueled beast.

It took little effort to drive her shoulder into the woman's flank and send her spinning, a wicked grin spreading black lips wide as the two made contact.

Woya's day had been largely peaceful thus far, perhaps even a touch... blissful. The first tinge of concern came only as she reached the water's edge and could see the level had continued to diminish. This was becoming a pattern, and if a heat wave hit... she pushed away the thought, and bent down to quench her thirst. Moments later the sound of heavy and rapid footfalls caught her attention, and she'd turned her head in the same instant that Walrus collided with her.

There were plenty of questions that could have rallied within her mind, but the unmistakable aggression of the action jarred all thought from her skull. Woya saw red, and as her hips skidded one way from the force of the impact she let the momentum spin her completely around. Her jaws parted with a raw cry of anger and closed on the other woman's tail, teeth cutting between the vertebrae.

(This post was last modified: Apr 14, 2022, 05:13 AM by Woya.)

In all honestly, Walrus had expected her blow to rend the other wolf incapacitated, at least long enough for her to continue her exit without repercussion. The porcelain doll proved a bit more resilient, however, and the pain that shot through her spine surprised her. Teeth gnashing together, she snarled viciously and dug her paws into the ground, stopping so as to whip around and make the joust real.

Large paws battered at Woya's shoulders, while her teeth went for the fae-like wolf's own muzzle, looking to seize it and violently rattle her skull. She was a twig, and would snap easily, the Archer daughter was certain of it.

Woya experienced scattered thoughts which wondered why this was happening, but she did not focus on any of them. That could be figured out after she was out of harms way. There was no Hudson to come to her rescue, and who knew how far @Adelard or @Rhaegara were? She did not have time to think, much less wait on help. Instinct kicked in, and those scraps she'd gotten in throughout her life by running her mouth at the wrong time would be the learning experiences necessary to survive Walrus' crushing blows.

She dodged, avoiding the grip of fangs and most of the bruising swipes by surging around and then under the far-larger wolf. While she knew exactly where she was going and what step came next, Walrus was left guessing and twisting over herself awkwardly, used to a far more direct challenge.

Open to anyone now, if no one joins I'll close it out myself in like a month. ^^