[PRP] Possession (Demon and Hävitys)

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon was annoyed with Rhea, he didn't know what it was about the sassy mare that seemed to capture his attention, but caught it most certainly was. He growled low, desperate to escape her..... it was why he had walked so far, as far away from his normal hunting grounds as possible.... away from her.

He opened his wings wide and turned his head in lazy interest. They wore the marks of many fights, the leather flesh torn and ripped in places, his eyes lowered to his shoulder were a faint scar stood out. Her mark... she had stabbed him with her unicorn horn. Their 'relationship' was not conventional, she was his possession, and at times she felt nothing for him... but sometimes he was sure there was more between them.

He growled again, distracted by a woman? A possession? What was the world coming to?

He stomped his hoof hard on the ground, anger and frustration bubbling out of every pore. He wanted to forget, wanted to feel pain and forget this strange feeling that Rhea gave him, this strange feeling that seemed to consume him until the point that no other thoughts seemed coherent. NO MORE!

Demon would work her out of his system.... one way or another.  

[saedusk]

A mutilated rabbit corpse lay splayed out on the ground, looking rather pathetic. It had been a small meal, not wholly satisfying, and much of the meat had been shred into tiny, inedible pieces before he could really even eat a thing. Such was the bane of having a large maw and unmanageable tusks. Where he had been wandering lately, though, he was lucky to find an animal at all. This area was relatively new and he had only been on this stretch for a month or so, but had yet to come across larger game. Did he make too much noise? Still, strong and skilled, but not considerably quick, even a hunt when food was plentiful could take him a few tries. He was grateful for the rabbit he had captured.

Lifting his head away from the kill, he glanced around, taking in nothing of particular note right away. Not that he had expected to. Other Soquili had also been few and far between. Most of them had kept their distance, likely thanks to his considerable size. Hävitys actually found that to be pleasant. He didn't much like to be bothered.

A short tail flicked out behind him and he turned away, snorting to clear his nose. For a moment, only the strong scent of blood caught in his nostrils. However, the more he huffed and hawed, the clearer his senses became. With a sharp wind from the east, something caught his attention. He grew rigid. A presence, a scent, but not one like the horses who had taken a wide half-circle to avoid him.

Hostile. Even furious. The Helboar had a nose strong enough to know. And in a way, the scent was very familiar. Not unlike his own or that of his brother, Kenet, during a hunt.

While he had not claimed this place as his own and had no reason to see to defending it, he couldn't quell the curious agitation that started his hooves moving him upwind.  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon suddenly felt like he was having a lucky day... just as he was beginning to wallow in self-pity a creature who appeared worthy of a fight was dropped straight into his sights. The creature seemed like a flightless demon from hell, spikes protruding from his body of different lengths, and two long teeth that went up rather than down as Demon's did. Eyes as empty as his own, but the creature possessed far more hair than Demon did.

He grinned, the teeth pulling at his mouth forcing it to look more like a snarl than a smile, but Demon didn't care about that. All he cared about was the fact that he would be able to work his frustration out of his system. Forget about that golden pelted mare that seemed to consume one too many of his thoughts for his liking. Demon wanted to be back to normal, to think properly again.

Without warning -always one to take every advantage- Demon leapt forward, roaring out his strongest battle cry in the process as he prepared to strike his prey.

Attack roll:
1- Demon's attack misses.
2- Demon's attack strikes, and due to the element of surprise he is able to sink his teeth into Havitys's neck. (Moderate damage)

NB: I usually do four options, two missed and two hits. XD but this one seemed like a hit or miss situation. You can feel free to do it however you want! *huggles* Just have fun.  

[saedusk]

The wind had changed direction and, for a moment, he had lost the scent. It was both unfortunate and probably for the best. In the end, he merely told himself that he wasn't interested, anyway. Snorting, he let his eyes scan the area for just a moment longer before he turned back, rolling his shoulders and returning from the way he'd come. The spikes on his back creaked heavily and he-

That sound...

Ears flicked back immediately. Hävitys's senses had been pushed into overdrive, beyond what he had been feeling before. The voice that reached his ears was primal and it startled him more than he would have been willing to admit if there had been time to actually think about it. Before he could even react beyond turning his head to the attacker, he felt the uncomfortable sting of fangs digging into the weaker hide of his neck. Eyes widened in sudden realization. He had been snuck up on. The pain that pounded dully from the wound sent adrenaline coursing though his veins. He roared, rearing back.

Attack Roll:
1 - As he moved, he was able to twist out of the bite, hitting Demon in the face with the blunt edge of his shoulder spike. (Minor Damage)
2 - As he moved, he was unable to free himself completely from the bite, but his smaller spikes on his rump pierced Demon's side. (Moderate Damage)
3 - Despite his motions, he wasn't able to free himself from the attack and remained trapped.
4 - As he moved, he was able to twist out of the bite, but the discomfort sent him flailing away without landing a hit. ***  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon growled and smirked with sucess, licking the sweet life nector that was currently dripping from his extended teeth. "Delicious," he taunted. Turning to face the creature that had managed to escape his grasp, although Demon had attacked the throat he knew he had missed the major artery since the wound wasn't dripping much..... so mostly muscle. A shame really, Demon was quite fond of watching his prey bled out.

Deciding to wait and see what his opponant would do now, he licked his lips again, preparing his stance for any attack or impact that might come. This could get very interesting.... very interesting indeed.  

[saedusk]

Any semblance of a decent person had left the Helboar's expression, replaced by something angry and vaguely pained. But as the ache began to subside, the mask of strength took over, completely hiding the fact that he had even been attacked at all. Besides the obvious bloodied punctures, of course. His heartbeat slowed somewhat from its earlier rapid pace and he stood where he was, lifting his bulk to its greatest height as he too joined the waiting game. Just what had happened, he wondered? Why had this young punk attacked him without provocation? The more he mulled on it, the angrier he became.

"I hope you enjoyed it," he spat out, nostrils flaring. And it was in that moment he realized, this kid had the same scent as what he had been stalking earlier. So, his intuition hadn't been far off the mark, it seemed.
"Because it won't be happening again." That smug look on the other's face... Hävitys rolled his shoulders again, a reflexive habit that always relieved his nerves a bit.

He hardly had the benefit of surprise or anything of the sort, what with his newly found opponent watching him so closely. Not that it mattered, he was a slow fighter with all his bulk. Gaining an advantage in speed or stealth was unlikely. Inevitably, he would come rely on the shear force he could conjure behind his blows, just like he always did. Stomping at the ground, he charged.

Attack Roll:
1 - With the short distance between them, he was able to land a solid tackle with his shoulder. (Minor Damage)
2 - Unable to pick up enough speed, his tackle attempt missed.
3 - Lowering his head, he was able to catch Demon with his tusks, scraping roughly against the other's flesh. (Moderate Damage)
4 - In his anger, he ignored the terrain and was tripped up, disrupting the charge. ***  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon found himself forgetting. Found himself actually relaxing as the other stallion acessed the situation and fought past his pain. Demon had expected nothing less from this hidious creature, he had expected agression and hatred even an attempt at dominance. That made Demon grin again, his teeth once more making it look more like a snarl. Demon may be young but he had made his path through blood and pain, he hated defeat -it was simply not an option for him anymore- which meant there was only one result he would be happy with, him coming out on top. The dominate alpha between this unlikely pair.

"We shall see," He said in reply to the beast's taunts. He licked his lips and prepared, sure that by the sudden rippling of muscles below the beast's skin that he was preparing to move. Sure enough the beast started towards him and Demon lowered his head to the ground, his spade tail swaying from side to side in eagerness.....

....yet Demon found himself disappointed. The heavy creature tripped and completely missed him. Demon growled low in his throat, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and throat and he found himself tutting with frustration, his head slowly moving side to side in a headshake. "What a shame. Let me show you...." He pushed off the ground with his rear legs, spreading his wings open wide with a snap of motion to help him glide as he spat out the last words, "show you how it's done!" He let out a war cry.

Attack Roll:
1- Demon over compensates and finds himself jumping over Havitys, he turns and growls preparing to attack again. (Miss)
2- Demon slams into Havitys's side, taking advantage of his already weak footing after tripping in an effort to knock him over. (Minor-Moderate damage)
3- Demon lands just infront of Havitys, snapping his head forward to show his teeth. He sways his spade tail from side to side but does nothing -a demonstration of how to move on the terrain? (No damage)
4- Demon lands slamming his hooves on Havitys's back between his spikes (so one on his shoulder and one the centre of his back) before spinning his rump and wacking him in the face with his spaded tail. (Moderate damage)  

[saedusk]

Hunkering down, Hävitys stiffened his muscles, bracing himself for the hit. There wasn't enough time to get away and he knew it, the best he could offer was the steeled defense of a well-practiced body. The anger was still there, eating at the edge of his vision and causing him to see red. However, when his opponent went flying over his head, it offered a moment of slight clarity. He realized that he was not the only one making mistakes here, this was only the beginning, and he would be the one to show this boy what real fighting was. He had not been the instigator, but he certainly didn't plan on losing for it. A pacifist he was not.

Reacting quickly, he turned himself in the proper direction, testing his hooves against the terrain. Play it smart, he tried to tell himself. Experience would proove a better ally than rage. There was hardly a way he would be able to get the drop on the other stallion with speed, Demon had already turned himself, but he would try to use the sting of failure the same way it had been attempted against him.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, already moving in for the next attack. "I thought you would show me more than just your ratty wingspan!"

Attack Roll:
1 - Getting as close as he could, he heaved his body toward the ground and back up, trying for a stab with his large spikes, but catching nothing but air.
2 - He lowered his head, slicing the other's neck with a heavy swipe of his tusks. (Moderate Damage)
3 - Raising his front hooves mid-charge, he attempted to get a kick in, but missed, landing heavily back on all fours.
4 - Raising his front hooves mid-charge, he catches Demon with a kick to the knee in an attempt to push him off balance. (Minor Damage) ***  

[Syaoran-Puu]

Demon growled but did his best to ignore the taunts as he simply decided to attack once more. The time for talk had come and gone, the time for action was upon them... and Demon knew that he needed to keep his head clear, if he started thinking too much, if he started to bite to the verbal battering then he would make mistakes. Mistakes that Demon hoped he was not foolishness enough to do.

The beast reared up, Demon flicked his tail and tried to push his weight to the side using his wings to add leverage as he tried to get away. Yet the strike still caught him, striking his knee. He grunted and snapped his teeth at his opponant as he desperatly used his wings to keep himself standing.

Annoyed by the strike, as his knee started throbbing, Demon took the opportunity to attack himself.

Attack Roll:
1- Snaps open his wings in an effort to dislodge dust and earth from the ground in order to blind and block himself from Havitys's view. (No attack)
2- Demon rears up and slams his hooves between Havitys's back spikes, while slapping him sharply with his tail. (Minor-Moderate damage)
3- Snaps open his wings and tries to use them to slam into Havitys's face..... but skids on the disturbed earth and lands face to face with the beast. He growls and looks him in the eyes. (Miss)
4- Demon chargers, aiming his nose and head horns with great force into Havitys's neck. (Moderate-Major damage)