Some say it's ours to make, I say it's up to fate IP: 50.33.189.114 Posted on July 21, 2013 at 00:18:00 AM by Stelliac
The brute was silently making note of the damage he did to the vixen on his last flurry of attacks. He'd managed to launch her off himself and get a good bruising in there. He hadn't killed her, but he'd dealed some considerable damage to the lass. Her hind leg was obviously very painful, he'd just given her some blood loss. There was a gash on her side, not anything that couldn't be healed. He'd say her leg was pretty bad, it might prevent her from hunting for a long while. But she had a pack to go back to if she survived her wounds, so perhaps someone would be kind enough to hunt for her. The lass was most likely very loyal to her pack as she'd risked her life to defend it here, so someone would show kindness. But Stelliac was wishing he'd soon be ruling over the crimson and white girl.
Stelliac had to chuckle when she charged right at him, he easily leaped forward just in time. All she did was ram her head into his rear, which would leave a good bruise but that's all it would do. Her bruises were probably worse, but he couldn't be sure. He definitely didn't want a broken rib, but it wouldn't kill him. He was upset he hadn't nabbed her other good leg, but he'd done some considerable damage to her leg once again. It was bleeding pretty good, he wasn't sure how deep it was. Same with the gash on her side, hopefully it went down to the bone but Stelliac hadn't seen any heavy bleeding from it so he was sure he'd be disappointed. The next attack, he merely just backed out of the way as she flew and slid across the arena. He had to laugh a bit at that two. Those attacks weren't as harsh as he thought they would be, at least compared to the other two she'd pulled. He backed off to the edge of the arena, the fight was over. Stelliac hoped to dear god he won, or being stripped of his manhood would all be for nothing. He supposed it wasn't all too bad, he could still have a mate, just not blood heirs. He looked back to examine the damage he had received in return. There was a large bruise near his rear, it would definitely be sore to sit and move around, but it was merely a bruise. He had a gash which was practically the same as Cade's on his left side near the chest. And the worst hit, which was his manhood saying goodbye. If he didn't leave soon, the bleeding would get worse, but as long as he washed it and got moss or cobwebs on it he would be fine.
It was a trick he'd learned from his mother to mop of wounds with moss or cobweb. It slowed the bleeding, it wouldn't heal it just prevent death from blood-loss... most of the time. The abrasion on his side was not bleeding anymore, the lumps of dried blood crusted over it, making sure no more fresh liquid came out. He saw it slightly seeping blood, but that was it. He started licking the gash, because it was the only thing he wanted to do right now. It would be embarrassing to lean down and start licking where his manhood had once been. It was bleeding quite furiously and the pain was almost to a point where it might black him out. He did the only thing he could. Sitting down, he lifted his legs up and reached his head down and started to lick the blood up. He was cleaning the wound to see how bad it really was. The more he licked the more blood came off, and he saw that his lower abdomen was exposed to torn testes. No real intestines were spilling. Praise Lupus. It could have been worse. He would be weak from the blood loss, but he didn't want to think any further. As long as he went to his methods of "healing" he should be fine.
His muzzle was now coated in crimson liquid, his own and the girls. He wasn't going to be ashamed, at this point, Stelliac didn't care what she thought of him. He didn't check to see if she was scoffing at him, but if she was, he'd see who would be the one scoffing when he was (hopefully) alpha. He managed to stand up on all fours, the bleeding had toned down on his abdomen. His orbs glared into Cade's wishing she would just drop dead from pain right now. Maybe he could have one last go at her leg... he shook his head and chuckled at himself. You know better. That won't get you anywhere, now will it?
The gray, brown, and black brute sat down, silently cleaning himself up. He knew he should be proud of his scars and blood, but he better be safe than sorry, right? What was the point of him winning and then dying of blood loss? That wasn't very fun, now was it. He occasionally glanced over at the vixen, to make sure she didn't pull any funny business.
Word count: 873
Attacks: 4/4
Half-dodges: 2/2
Full dodges: 1/1
Full hits: 1/1
Damage: His manhood was torn open to reveal his testes; they were also given some considerable damage. No intestines are spilling (yet), so far so good. He's licked up most of the blood around that area, but it's starting to come out at a slower pace. He had a wound that's pretty much the same as Cade's on his left side, and a large bruise near his rear. The bruise and scratch will be sore for a little bit; he's hoping to get some moss on the abdomen as soon as he leaves the fight.
Good fight, Larka :) Erm, I'm not sure if intestines would be spilling out from that wound. So if they do, he can tear it open a little more afterwards and they do and he, like, dies. Any mistakes, Azura or Larka, (on the damage), lemme know and I'll correct what happens :) Sorry for lack of table, I was too lazy to go retrieve one. I don't think it really makes a difference, though, does it? Replies:
Ah :) - By LarkaJuly 21, 2013 at 01:47:18 AM Judging - By AzuraJuly 22, 2013 at 02:14:42 AM