A small mountain range known for its black colored rocks and mineral ore deposits. Many mining caves have been dug through the mountain but not all of these are safe. Bears and mountain lions guard the hills and many unsafe tunnels collapse without warning.
She tears into the sensitive skin of the Sabre's stomach, feeling him flinch from the pain against his vulnerable flesh. Ixora wanted to tear in more and make the wound deeper but a quick peek from her magic and she was moving just enough to avoid getting her spine impaled on long fangs. Intsead she cried out as they scraped down her shoulder to leave long angry red lines. Pain made her stumble and she felt her balance shift as she grappled with the Sabre on the edge. Rocks giving way and her balance to far off to correct herself as she slid down the sharp stones. Her paws taking the brunt of the damage as she gritted her teeth.
In the time it took for her to right herself and regain her footing Enya had grabbed the Sabre and Ixora felt herself filled with a rush satisfaction. Even with everything that had happened between them they still worked together as a team. Not even a single word had been spoken between the two of them and they were slowly tearing the pale cat apart. If she wasn't so focused on the fight she might have let out a laugh.
Ignoring her wounded paws Ixora worked herself back up by the other two and moved to snap at the Sabre's haunches, trying to avoid his flailing paws as he tried to escape their grip. More specifically the delicate tendons that kept his legs moving. If she managed to nick one of those he would have a much harder time trying to climb the mountains that they were currently in. Even as her red form moved her eyes flashed and spun between blue and gold. Her magic working to see even a few seconds ahead.
Character Diceroll 1: Unuccessful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Dexterity.
477 was added for Level 2.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
1 was deducted for C. Vagrant Penalty.
Character Diceroll 2: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Perception.
544 was added for Level 2.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
7 was deducted for C. Vagrant Penalty.
NPC Diceroll 1: Unuccessful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Strength.
491 was added for Level 5.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
'Fucking cats!' Enya shouted internally as her shove missed the sabre. Her teeth didn't, however, and even as she fell, she clamped her jaws and held onto the sabre's haunch that she had managed to grab. She slammed against the rocks with a grunt, her body jarred by the force of the impact. Her vision blurred briefly as she continued to hold onto the sabre's hide and refocused once her chest managed to take wind into it once more.
When her vision had finally refocused, she saw the deep red of Ixora's fur mere inches away from her. Even in the middle of the fight, Enya couldn't help but feel pure joy at catching Ixora's scent again. Her gaze searched for Ixora's only to see the she-wolf's eyes glazed over, reflecting different colors. It was the gaze of a Seer. The sabre's thrashing picked up substantially as it, too, recovered from the fall down the ledge. It's legs had gone wild kicking at Ixora with no success. Enya shifted and twisted back to her feet and still with her grip secured, started to pull and tug at the sabre's flank. Perhaps if she were lucky, she could start the skinning process early. With every tug and pull, Enya's fangs secreted her deadly toxins. Each tightening of her grip as she pulled against his flesh was accompanied with another injection of venom aimed right for his nervous system. Unfortunately for Enya, she'd lined herself up perfectly for a gruesome bite. Her hind leg stepped just close enough to his jaws where he reached out and snapped his own shut, aiming for her ankle.
Enya: 6/8
Sabre: 3/10
Strength:
Success: Begins tearing the flesh of the saber's flank for -1HP
Failure: The fur/skin is too thick. Her grip isn't firm enough to tear through it.
Medicine:
Success: Venom is injected and begins shutting down the sabre's nervous system -1HP
Failure: The sabre's natural constitution resists the venom
Sabre Strength:
Success: Grabs Enya's leg and crunches the bones -1HP
Failure: Misses the bite and clamps on air
Character Diceroll 1: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Strength.
517 was added for Level 4.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
Character Diceroll 2: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Medicine.
508 was added for Level 3.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
NPC Diceroll 1: Successful Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Strength.
552 was added for Level 5.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
She tried to sink her teeth into the Sabre's back leg only to growl as she ducked a kick. Her ears flattened as she tried to snap her teeth again, only to be meet with air once more. The wild flailing of the cat making it difficult for her to even attempt to get a hold on his pale and bloody pelt. Then it seemed like he had a moment of clarity and whirled to snap at Enya. Those long fangs flashing dangerously before they sank into flesh.
Snap.
Time seemed to stop as the loud sound of bone breaking echoed in her ears. Flashing gold and blue eyes widened before they narrowed as anger built in her chest. Blood burning hot in her veins as she caught a glimpse of the wound that now marred Enya's coat. Every drop of blood that spilled from the wound just made her anger increase. A low growl built in her chest as she whirled on the cat, with blood covered fangs bared. If she hadn't already been planning on taking his life she would be now.
Her eyes flashed gold as she lunged forward, red coat paling as her Specter magic flooded her system. If she timed this right she would end up with a rather important piece of him in her waiting jaws. A piece she was keen on gifting Enya in return for the how that cat had stupidly harmed her. If she missed she would land in front of him. Either way she would be in a position to do damage to his already faltering frame.
Ixora Attack (+1 from previous successful clairvoyance)
Success: Ixora rips out the Sabre's heart -1 HP and kills him
Fail: She lands in front of him with empty jaws
Sabre Attack (if Ixora's roll fails)
Success: Manages to swipe a front paw at her -1HP
Fail: Doesn't realize that ix is in front of him
Character Diceroll 1: Success Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Arcana.
520 was added for Level 5.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
4 was deducted for C. Vagrant Penalty.
NPC Diceroll 1: Fail Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Perception.
499 was added for Level 1.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.
Try as she might, she couldn't tear the skin of the saber open. No matter how hard she tugged, it's thick fur resisted and her strength waned from the fight. It couldn't resist, however, the venom that was being simultaneously pumped into it's system. It would ruin the corpse for eating, but at this point, she didn't care. She was hurt and bruised and no sooner did she have time to celebrate the weakening of the saber as she felt it falling slack between her grip, she was also suffering a broken leg.
When the snap sounded, Enya's grasp on the saber was lost as she cried out in pain. Her yelp was high pitched, then suddenly faded to nothing as her consciousness left her. She tumbled the rest of the way down the rockface to where the fight had started, her body limp. She wasn't dead, but had simply passed out due to the sudden and intense pain that had shot through her body. Thrown off balance, the saber fell with her, position himself perfectly for Ixora's final attack. Enya didn't get to witness the perfect execution. She came back to consciousness in time to see the saber's body collapse suddenly and Ixora's form reappear with something between her jaws.
With the adrenaline of the fight still in her and her mind half-numb from pain, she recoiled from Ixora, favoring her injured appendages, and pushed herself up into a defensive sit, not yet trusting herself to stand, yet also not wanting to be laying on the ground should Ixora make a move. If, somehow, Ixora hadn't heard the snap, then Enya didn't want to give away that she was severely injured. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her, but that didn't stop Enya from trying to hide it.
Where had Ixora come from? Why was she here? Did she come with the intent to harm her? Was she a bounty hunter like the dead Saber? Was she coming to finish what she had done so long ago? Maybe she was here with the intent to do good. Or, maybe she was here to deliver a message - a prophecy. Her heart pounded in her ears and her head ached as another bolt of pain shot through her figure, making her flinch. "I don't understand" she managed to stutter, "Why are you here?" It was, perhaps, the worst sort of greeting one could give to the very wolf she had exiled so very very long ago, the same wolf who had taken her life. Panic suddenly set in as a question surfaced and overrode all others she asked internally. Had Tsillah sent her?
Jaws closed around flesh and a sense of viscous pride filled her veins. The heart of the Sabre in her jaws as Ixora landed in front of his form. For a split moment she saw him still alive and his eyes bright, if not clouded with pain, before it began to fade from his eyes. Pale form slumping to slide down the slope as his soul moved into the land of the dead. Resisting the urge to crush the still warm heart in her grasp she moved down the side of the mountain to land in front of Enya.
Words of confusion escaped her sister's lips and Ixora didn't fault her for it even if it did make her chest ache a bit. She had after all killed the other wolfess, it wasn't unreasonable to think that she was here to do the job again. Even if the thought wasn't something that Ixora would ever entertain, her sister didn't know that.
“I came to help.” Ixora stated as she placed the heart in front of Enya. The red piece of meat suddenly seeming to be a useless gesture in her eyes. She had ripped out the Sabre's heart, but she had stopped Enya's at one point as well. “I saw you getting into a bloody battle that I wasn't sure you would survive.” The words were simple and honest but filled with the regret that had been lingering in her bones. She took a fortifying breath as she looked up to meet Enya's pained filled eyes.
“I wasn't going to be let you be killed, not if I could help it.” She wouldn't let Enya be killed again, wouldn't let her lifeblood sink into the earth. Not if she could prevent it.
Apologies wanted to spill past her lips. To try and earn the forgiveness that being too stubborn and filled with pride had stopped her from gaining. To try and offer the forgiveness that she should have been willing to offer long before now. She wanted to speak like they used to but that felt like an eternity ago. All of it would need to wait for a better time and place. Enya was still bleeding and Ixora could smell her blood thick in the air along with her own.
“Do you have a healer here who can help you? Or someone I can take you to for your wounds?” She asked instead, the apologies staying locked deep inside.
Her gaze stared down Ixora with fear and ferocity. It clearly said to the other female that she would continue to fight if it meant living to breath another breath. Her lips curled as she warned Ixora away, stepping backwards as she approached with a chuck of meat between her jaws. An ear flicked over to the saber, listening for movement to indicate life. Her gaze, however, remained unwavering. She didn't even blink.
Ixora did not attack her. The chunk of meat was dropped before her. "I came to help" Enya's heart clenched as relief washed away the fear and anxiety that had been holding her previously. She stared at the chunk of flesh log enough to recognize it as a heart, then lifted her gaze back up to Ixora, the expression on her face now disbelief. She had seen her? How? When? The questions came to her, but she shoved them all aside. None of the answers mattered to her. Sure, it could be a ploy to drop her sense of caution, but something deep down inside her told her that such was not the case. She panted from her exhaustion through the fight, and now panted from the anxiety that had taken hold moments ago.
Ixora continued to explain why she was here, mentioned that she wouldn't let her be killed. There were so many more questions. Again, they were swallowed down and forgotten. When Ixora had asked about a healer or someone she could take her to, Enya let a smile come to her lips. Moments before she had been galavanting through the mountain range of her territory. A bounty hunter had found her, confronted her, and a fight had ensued. Like Tsillah's courier, Ixora had showed up and turned the tides of the fight. Now she was offering to help her, a wolf from her history that she'd thought she'd never see again. She smiled, and then she let a chuckle escape. Then her chuckle grew to soft laughter as she panted. "You are Tsillah's agent." she finally said, her body slumping down into a sit with her injured limb held out at an odd angle.
It was only for a moment, though, that she remained in her sit. With a grunt and a forward-rocking motion, Enya hauled herself back up into a stand, then limped forward towards Ixora, stepping over the heart in the process. She leaned forward to make an attempt to pull Ixora into an embrace. "I never thought I'd see my sister again" Her voice was unsteady as she spoke to the wolfess. "I don't know how you're here, but I'm so glad I get to see you again."
It was a strange idea, one that settled into her like stone sinking into a pool of motionless water. Her visions had shone her Enya and though Ixora's faith in the gods and goddesses had faded to almost nothing she knew that they had power. Facing off against angry beings from not following Tsillah's customs in Vrolga had proved that. So there was a chance that maybe, just maybe, Tsillah had sent her here.
“If I am then she only directs me through my visions.” Ixora said finally, with a wry smile. It was something that she would need to think about a bit more before she fully accepted the idea. She had long felt abandoned by the higher beings so the fact that they might be reaching out to her through her magic felt...strange. There were others far more willing to receive their guidance so for them to possibly choose her was an odd thing.
Ixora's ears flattened at the grunt Enya let out, obviously one of pain. Yet, that didn't stop her from pulling Ixora into an embrace that was long overdue. With her red form going easily Ixora leaned into the touch, her head pressing into Enya's neck. Tears that had dried during the fight now started to seep once more from her clenched eyes. Sister. Enya had called her sister again. It filled her with more warmth and grief. Half for how she had left that word and the bond it held once in the past and half for the fact that Enya was letting her in once more despite everything. Despite the harsh words and the bitter feelings her sister was letting her in again.
“I never thought I would get the chance to see you again.” Ixora retorted back, voice thick with regret. “I thought I would never get a chance to apologize or to try and make amends with you.” The last time she had seen her it had been when she had buried the other wolf under plants so no one could desecrate her body during the war. “Magic is a funny thing and has been yanking me around but at the very least it brought me here.” Brought her back to a place where her sister still breathed and had life in her eyes.
She pulled back so that she could meet Enya's gaze. “I have so many words I want to say and things I want to apologize for but I'm just happy to see you alive and breathing again.” Ixora said before giving a chuckle. “But then I guess I should have figured my sister wouldn't stay down long.”
