[1v1] Rear Guard (Soren/Senga)

[ramenli]

Soren had been feeling flashes of anger. The fragment, set in his clasp across his chest, had taken in Fear, enough to sate it, but sometimes...it wanted revenge. And he wished to give it to it. Revenge would be sweet, the warm blood of hunters splattering and oozing down him. Occasionally just thinking about it, fantasizing of the carnage, was enough to hold the flashes at bay, he was accustomed to anger, revenge. The feelings were not new, just heightened. But today the flashes were truly calling for action, and he wanted to comply. Feeling antsy he walked into the forest, striding along to no where in particular.

Before long he found himself in the area primarily settled by those of War. That alone meant little to him, but the flash of white he thought he saw...that did. And was it fur? Turning toward where he thought he had seen the odd color he called out, low voice gruff and with a slight edge to it. "Colt." Perhaps it was Senga, perhaps not. If it was though..."Come out and lets work some energy off." They could help each other take off the edge. Maybe he felt the same way and both stallions could find release in this. Perhaps Soren alone would feel pleasure at the physical act. And of course, it might have just been a trick of his eyes, or someone else altogether.

Kupuritama

Lets just have a gif to start us off: here

 

[keiifuu]

The War Clan had been... quiet.

This was growing increasingly irritating to an executioner who tended to like constant movement, and thus, when Soren's voice echoed out through the small corner of the reserve, he lept at the chance. Quite... literally.

There was a flurry of wing movement, a white blur, and -

"Hmm."

Senga perched on Soren's shoulders, his wings beating loosely to keep the full brunt of his weight from the other horseman's body. He glanced at the other upside down, sharp gold eyes exaggerated by the pale scar that cut neatly over his left iris. It was fascinating and fascinatingly odd for this one to end up here, he thought, considering their first experience together had been... less than pleasant. "Working off energy, you say? Oh, and hello..." He seemed to taste the idea on his lips for a long moment before vaulting off of the other and onto the ground. His wings folded loosely against his sides as he turned and glanced back at the Guardian, considering him once more before bobbing his head with a faint, predatory stare.

"By your lead then, Soren."

ramenli

JDKlnfKSFMD SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GW2 ATE AWAY MY LIFE orzorozorz /kicks out obligatory gif to start us off

 

[ramenli]

Senga seemed to be inviting him to lead the battle. From the very first bit of pressure on his shoulders, an act that drew a light curl of the lips from Soren who was not pleased to accepting his offer. And now, watching him before him, seeing the debate, the acceptance. They both wanted this, and it would feel so good for them both. The predatory stare, a challenge. Red eyes held the golden gaze and Soren wasted no time in beginning their duel.

He was no flighty and speedy creature with wings to help his movements. No, Soren was raw force and a solid base. But when he did hit it tended to leave some sort of impression. "So be it." He curled his fist and swung the massive hand toward the war clansman, not yet bothering with his weapon.

HP: 40
Damage 5

Kupuritama

I assumed from your post you wanted me to start rather than roll initiative if you want to go back we can QQ <3

Soren and Senga

 

[keiifuu]

The fist was powerful, and Senga seemed for the first time to get a real taste of just how strong the guardian was. He reeled back, but not quick enough to miss it entirely, and sliding to a halt a few feet away, the young Executioner rubbed at his aching jaw, a bright, predatory gleam sparking in his eyes. This was exactly what he was bred for, only with Soren, there was no reason to hold back. Yes, this would be nice. Very nice. He hadn't had a proper battle in awhile, and Soren was just what he needed to let loose. A thick growl resonated from his throat, and he considered his first movement, muscles winding and breath hitching.

They were two opposites in their approach to battle; now it was time to see how they compared.

Senga felt his mind cool as he lunged forward, as though he'd finally found footing in the thrill of battle, every would-be fear and uncertainty numb underneath the call. At least for now. He didn't draw his weapon either yet, even as he vaulted over Soren in a quick snap of wings, lunging from behind with claws extended, the heat of battle filling his lungs.

This was how it was supposed to be.

HP: 35
Damage: 5

ramenli

and then senga was like i can dance too shut up

 

[ramenli]

The colt was fast. But like a quarter horse he would tire before the race was won, where as Soren would have the stamina to keep driving himself forward. The wings did give him a type of advantage, the vault nothing like anything Soren could have ever hoped to accomplish. And stabbing him in the back as well.

That was what angered him slightly. Just by holding out his hand his khopesh formed, and turning he slashed out with it, the curved blade arcing toward the younger male. A far too satisfied look on his face as he felt it connect, the faint tremors running up his arm.

HP: 35
Damage: 8

Kupuritama

Sleep now. Soren just gonna get down

 

[keiifuu]

"Ah," A pleased sound escaped the horseman's throat at the sight of the khopesh; weapons fascinated him, almost as much as their owners. Only, when it connected it hurt, and Senga hissed, bouncing back lightly on his feet, his side searing where the weapon had connected. It was a small wound compared to those that he'd gained before, and Senga quickly dismissed the sting from his mind and glanced at Soren, his eyes flashing vividly. "You're good at this." He commented, though it didn't sound much like a compliment. Instead an observation, one of curiosity and appraisal. After all, he was from War.

I can do just as well though. He thought with a soft growl. I can...

Maybe.

The wolf lunged, the katar forming in his hands only inches from his collision with the guardian. He pushed his weight into the blow, feeling a rush of adrenaline when it connected. "Hmm," His tongue felt heavy, his mind thick with the call of battle, and he glanced up at Soren, his eyes a vivid amber gold that seemed as savage as their first meeting, only without the tinge of insanity. "You can do more than that."

HP: 27
Damage: 8

ramenli

this is getting intense

 

[ramenli]

Soren shrugged. Again, training, fighting, it was not really his thing. He had been blessed with strength, but he did what was necessary to maintain it, did not actively seek to better himself physically. He could perform, he did perform, but the fighting aspect was not what he truly enjoyed.

The colt lunged, and he thought he could dodge or block it, but at the last moment blades appeared, cutting into his time to escape the blow. The blade having forced itself into his own side. There was a rumble of protest from the guardian and he slammed his arm back, yet again relying on brunt force. "Asking me for more?" The colt probably had no idea what he was asking for.


HP: 27
Damage: 5 (you better roll 5 damage too)

Kupuritama

So into it

 

[keiifuu]

The young Executioner grunted at the retaliation, leaning his weight into it with a low growl. "You are hardly giving me much." He rumbled. Yes, maybe he didn't know what he was asking for, but that hardly mattered right now, did it? This was the clearest his head had felt in weeks, in the heat of battle with someone he was unafraid of holding back at. The blade was gone from his fingers almost as quickly as it had appeared, and his wings flexed, contorting to his side. Senga glanced up at the guardian, his eyes flashing with the trademark battle-lust of War.

"Give me something to remember you by."

Sighing, Senga yanked away, raking his claws against Soren's skin like the ghost of an actual attack before his wings pushed him out of the horseman's immediate range. This battle was only just beginning, there was no rush. Not yet.

HP: 22
Damage: 1 ( C-C-COMBO BREAKER )

ramenli

senga u so lazy what was that roll

 

[ramenli]

The caress of Senga's claws across his bare chest caused the hair on the back of his neck to prickle. His weapon was gone, and he was baiting him, but also moving out of reach. His wings as always giving him that unique advantage.

Soren refused to chase after him, squandering energy in a lengthy hunt that would either end with Senga pulling away or Soren powering through with his stamina. He let his khopesh unsummon, standing steady as he looked toward the colt. "You run from your gift." His fingertips twitched, giving away just how much Soren was enjoying the fight as well.

HP: 26
Damage: LOL NOPE CAUSE COMBO BROKE

Kupuritama

Why so fail.

 

[keiifuu]

Senga raised his eyes to Soren and rumbled quietly, a low sound that reverberated deep in his throat like a growl. "My gift?" He questioned, his tongue drawing over the words with a curious air. He lifted himself up, standing for a moment in an open stance that could have been easy to attack. His wings fluttered quietly and folded neatly against his sides, tawny appendages that fed off his every emotion and displayed it just as quick. His lips curved into the ghost of a smile, and he slipped forward with a sharp, wolf-like force, his fingers itching for the feel of skin on skin again, the heat of battle and the thrill of not knowing who would come out on top.

This time though, there was no vaulting, no flash of wings. It was a brunt force straight-on, claws lunging for Soren's neck. By the time they hit the ground, Senga had drawn his hands away, only for the blade to reform against Soren's neck. The steel materialized slowly, as though he were biding time, his eyes vivid with battle-lust, his muscles wired and ready to spring. "Pray, what is my gift, Soren?"

HP: 22
Damage: 7 ( DONT BREAK THE CHAIN )

ramenli

hey soren heyyy

 

[ramenli]

Soren smirked up at the colt. All flashes of rage, no real stamina. Emotions coursing through him and controlling him. The stallion looked up at him, secure enough in himself that though he was hurting from the attack, and in a compromising position, he was relatively calm.

"Me," he replied in an even tone. His gauntleted hand reached up to simply rest on him, the tips pressing against Senga's flesh lightly, a reminder.

HP: 19
Damage: 0

Kupuritama

I can only imagine that this is what Soren is thinking

 

[keiifuu]

The smirk fueled a cold irritation in Senga, as though he were being kept from information that Soren held, as though he were being taunted. What bothered him most though was the way he was called a colt while this one most likely imagined himself a stallion. And there was no doubting he was, but right did that give him to call the executioner a colt? The memory of their first encounter stained his mind, and a rippling growl tore through his throat, low and inhuman.

"You?" Senga repeated, his words bathed in a soft, cold heat. The battle lust still drew on his nerves and sent a prickling shiver up his spine, and the hand did little to calm his nerves. Soren was baiting a different monster now though, Senga was more than willing to react. "And what," He leaned into the touch, into the gauntleted fingers, eyes a vivid gold, the iris swallowed entirely in the amber, "what makes you my gift?" He growled quietly, close enough to Soren that he could taste the others breath. "What is so special about you?" The knife dug into Soren's neck for a long moment before dissipating yet again, as though Senga was tired of holding the blade to the man's neck. Instead, his own fingers curled around the horseman's throat, thumbs rubbing against the pulse as though it were second nature, nails biting into the sensitive skin.

He could guess at Soren's meaning, of course he could, but he wanted to hear Soren's own words. The skulls clicked and rattled against each other, his own pelt brushing the Guardian's. Would this stallion of Death goad him more? Would he bait him again?

The executioner growled softly in the base of his throat.

It seemed all a game, and he was left waiting on Soren's next move now.

HP: 22
Damage: 9 oops sorry soren

ramenli

senga outwardly vs senga inwardly yep --- /PUNCHED

 

[ramenli]

The shift was...not really that sudden, but now he could fully see the effect. It was not something that he wanted to admit, that this mere slip of a colt had him pinned down, pressing against his neck, weight pushing down on him. The fact that he could feel his Fear Shield weakening, pushing back weakly.

On the other hand it was interesting to see how much of a reaction he had caused. The way that Senga seemed to be focusing in, honing in on his each and every word. It was a measure of control that he still had. "Challenge." His voice was slightly hoarse, a remnant of the pressure placed on his vocal cords by the blade, thin beads of blood welling up from where the skin had been lightly cut into. "I think...you want a stallion to approve." Really he was not sure, but it was an option to why the colt would answer him, respond to him. Of course, it could have been nothing along those lines, but it was an answer he could give to him.

HP: 10
Damage: Sexual tension

Kupuritama

Legit

 

[keiifuu]

Senga watched the blood bead at Soren's neck, his weight shifting just enough to let up on the others throat. He rumbled quietly, eyes lidding, though the amber gold still seemed ever vibrant. "A challenge." He repeated, pushing away the blood with his fingertips. He could strange Soren here if he wanted; the man was giving him no retaliation. A challenge, he'd said? What challenge was he laying out here. The thought made Senga growl, heat crawling his spine uncomfortably at the stasis they'd fallen into, and the restlessness that made his body fidget.

He pressed his lips together, and allowed his finger to follow the line of blood before raking his nail along Soren's throat and beneath his jaw. "You are not proving much of a threat right now." He said; a taunt, a tease, his own personal bait. He pushed his hand away from the stallions throat and touched the gauntleted hand against his chest, moving it up to his own throat. "Make a move, Soren. I seem to be winning our battle right now, and I am the colt." The words circled his mind even as he spoke, and yes; perhaps he wanted a stallion's approval, but really, was that all? Something itched at his conscience, bothered him and made him restless in this situation of theirs, even as they played pieces across the board with their words and actions.

"And I wonder," He added, his tone dropping an octave into a soft growl, "what would I have to do to gain your approval?"

It was an empty question, but then, he was still waiting on the stallions next move.

HP: 22
Damage: nope dkgf

ramenli

I DONT KNOW WHAT I'M DOING ITS 4AMDKJNFL

 

[ramenli]

He could see that his words were affecting the colt, causing him to pause, reflect. He was still toying with his throat, the nail an uncomfortable itch up his neck, his jaw. A bait that had Soren's eyes narrowing, but he was unable to argue with the truth of the statement.

He wanted him to make a move, but to do what. Getting up and walking away settled nothing. The low growled question, that was where truth lay. What even gained his approval? What did he like, that would make him approve of the colt. Give him a chance to prove himself. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 'Death," he stated simply. "Join me to hunt humans. Kill them." There was little challenge in that act, humans put up so little resistance. "Remember being a horseman." That was crucial. That the younger words remember the taste of fresh Fear harvested straight from the source.

HP: 10
Damage: Suggestive

Kupuritama

Approval