Blood on the ice...(Crow/Venom))

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] Each breath emerged from her nose like smoke, the warm vapors of her breath fighting against the stark early morning cold....It had only been a few days since her little run in with Zorn...and the meeting had been....disappointing. Technically she had assisted him with marking the borders with a new trail of urine.....however along the way she had also issued a challenge and had unceremoniously been denied. He said they had work to do, which had been true. But now...now their task was complete and Vivian was ready to sort out this dominance issue...It was infuriating...not to know who should bow to whom. And although she would quickly touch the earth with her belly for her alpha she had nowhere near that level of respect for Zorn...He was part of her pack, and as such she would not attack his vitals....But even a pack member needed to know when to kneel. She had moved away from the den, not wanting the sounds of a fight to draw any attention to their sleeping area. She stood among a relatively flat area of ground with towering trees all around. The snow was inconvenient, chilling to her paws....but this was something that could not wait...not in her mind. Curling her lips back she raised her head skyward to call to her pack mates...A long throaty call to Zorn, an unmistakable challenge. And to Zealot a summons...for only she could decide the winner in such a battle. This could be no death brawl...for weakening another member of such a small pack would cripple all of them. So a judge of sorts would have to be appointed, lest things get out of control. Rolling her shoulders and stretching her legs the silver female settled down to wait.....for both her challenger and her alpha..... ((bleh...short....but it gets the job done))

[vvVENOM]

[ooc: it's fine =] thanks for making this]

The hours before dawn always felt the coldest, but Zorn couldn't sleep. The last few days had been difficult, regardless of his new pack status. Vivian, his own packmate, had something against him. What, he didn't know. But each hour that passed, whether around her or not, made him more wary of her active aggression towards him. If he looked her in the eye, she would look back. And the female was fine around the Alpha. The problem laid with him.

That morning had just been too uneasy to continue sleeping. It was still dark when he crept out of the den to make another pass at the border. The mountain air woke him up well enough, but there was an unsettling feel in the gray air. Something had to be done today. Though he had his nose to the wind to determine if there were any foreign scents, his mind was on his packmate. He wasn't a wolf to submit to an equal without a proper fight. The long scars on his body were proof of that, proof many wins and a few losses. He may have lived a long time, but he was just as strong as ever, if not stronger.

The time came for him to return to the den. Perhaps he'd discuss the issue with Vivian herself; or if she wouldn't speak with him, then the Alpha. There was no need for internal turmoil any longer. But then...

Then he heard her howl and his heart throbbed powerfully. It was a summons, distinct, possibly reaching over the mountains in its determination. There was the challenge, and the request of the Alpha to be there. This was it. This was where they would settle things.

He set himself square and then went off briskly towards the source of the call, and towards his challenger. He hadn't attempted to delay the inevitable. It was merely a coincidence that he'd joined a new pack, and there was a lot of work to be done. But now all else needed to be set aside. And he wasn't afraid to take Vivian on just because she was a female. He was naturally larger. He was wiser. He'd seen more places, experienced more battles, sired more pups. And Vivian was too willing to let her emotions rule her actions. Zorn had no such problems.

So there he met her at the clearing, heart strong, body ready, and mind set. She stood as strongly as he did, but he could clearly tell that her anger was overruling her spirit. "I know why you called me here," he said without introduction. Despite the chill, his muscles felt warm and limber. "I do not know why you take issue with me. However, this fight should resolve any confusion." The big dark wolf knew that it wouldn't be a bloodbath; neither wolf could afford injuries with the pack in such a tiny state.

But the time was now. There was no never.

[CROW. █]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/bimrme.png] The alpha had known the day would come when she was summoned to settle a dominance dispute. She had expected and hoped for it, wanting to see just how her pack would handle such things. She had known when she had accepted Vivian and Zorn both that they were dominant in their own right. Had known they would be a source of friction, scathing, until someone proved that they were not equal in rank. It didn't surprise her when Vivian's howl summoned the alpha and Zorn both, her intentions clear in its note. Zealot simply hoped they knew better than to maim each other. But she supposed that was why she had been called. Fortunately for her, the alpha had been resting atop the snow-laden rocks above the pack den, her form curled up comfortably in a small ditch she had dug into the snow. When Vivian's howl sounded not too far away--Zealot guessed that Vivian didn't want to bring violence, if it would come to that, to the pack's literal doorstep--the alpha raised her head. She got to her paws, stretching her muscles, and gave a short answering howl. As she had done before (and become quite fond of doing so, as it trimmed her nails and provided a slight adrenaline rush), Zealot slid down the face of the rocks, landing just before the den's entrance. She shook out her coat and set off in her tireless trot. It didn't take her long to reach the clearing Vivian had chosen. She noted that Zorn was already there. Unfortunately for them, Zealot would let nothing happen without a proper display of who was boss. The black and tan female moved first toward Zorn, as he was closest to her, tail in an arc over her back, posture slightly stiff. Her ears were forward, her full attention on him as she approached confidently. With a touch of her muzzle to his shoulders, she bid him to reassert his submission to her. This was not to make a fool of him in front of Vivian, Zealot wished nothing of the like. Instead, she was simply doing her job as alpha by asserting her dominance over them both, letting them know that if she told them to stop, they would. Satisfied, Zealot gave the male an accepting lick on the ear (she had aimed for his forehead but has somehow missed and landed on his ear), and turned to Vivian. Her posture didn't change as she approached the female. She lay her muzzle over Vivian's shoulders, bidding her reassert her submission, just as she had done for Zorn. After a few moments she was satisfied, and gave the silver wolf the same accepting lick. This time she didn't miss the forehead. Taking a few steps back, the alpha stood on what she considered the sidelines. She commanded their attention with her body. "I will have no injuring of the pack; we all know that we are too small yet to risk a member becoming impaired." Zealot knew that they knew this, but she would leave nothing to assumption. It was better to bore them with things they already knew than to assume they did when they didn't. That said, she wouldn't tell them that if her word bid them halt, they should freeze in their tracks. That much should have been simply instinct. Zealot shook out her coat and relaxed her tail slightly, releasing them to their dispute. NOTES. i did just a tad bit of powerplaying there e.o for the sake of time i assumed that they would both submit to her. if you take issue with this i can fix it, no problem. also, i don't know how long you guys intend on making this fight (i don't care if it's a hundred posts or just two :P) but i figure i'll just let you two at it until i either see a need for Zealot to step in, or it's over and she's needed to decide a victor. have fun :D

[vvVENOM]

[ooc: no issues here. and zombie, i hope you don't mind. Zorn wouldn't want to wait.]

Zealot's response had been almost as quick as Zorn's own. Just as his words ended, the Alpha howled a brief response. A signal to wait until her arrival. And just as she did arrive, Zorn lowered his head and eyes, bending his limbs to make him shorter than the female. His tail remained relaxed, but the tip wiggled in a friendly way, a greeting. The Alpha moved to him and his tail continued waving. It was odd how he found he was already eager to please her despite the few days he'd known her (and even less time spent around her). Still, he nuzzled her shoulder as she got close, and he readily allowed her to brush his shoulders with her muzzle.

She seemed satisfied and rewarded him with a lick that, due to his odd head placement, caught his ear instead of his face. But that was quite all right with him, and as the Alpha moved to repeat the process with Vivian, he found his tail waving fluidly in excitement. He drew himself back up to his full height, and as soon as Zealot was done, he pricked his ears forward and stared down Vivian.

The Alpha moved away and gave them brief instructions. "I will have no injuring of the pack; we all know that we are too small yet to risk a member becoming impaired." Afterwards, Zorn bowed his head and reasserted, "Alpha." In only a moment, the Alpha relaxed and the signal caused all of Zorn's muscles to tense.

Battle-lust, set aside for a while but never forgotten, pumped through him and his tail whipped into the air, a kink in the end indicating his first active aggression against the silver wolf. He crouched quickly, muscles hot and ready, and his lips drew back around his fangs. He would win this battle. In the end, he was the male, and she was the female. She was not an Alpha, so she was there to be dominated. He was bigger.

He didn't wait for any indication from either female, but instead sprang into action, bolting forward with massive clawed paws extended. They were so close that missing wasn't an option - the fact that he took the initiative was simply that he would throw his whole weight into her and get to her off the bat.

Zorn would dominate.

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] She had not expected Zorn to arrive first, but there he was. Even now she could appreciate the sheer mass of him, the large skull and massive jaws....the way one of his powerful limbs made two of her thin ones....But she did not tremble as he drew near but raised her head up higher, flicking her tail into the air for good measure. When he spoke she was a bit taken aback, what about a dominance dispute did he not understand? This was not personal....He seemed a good member of the pack, already he was working on missions for Zealot, and his size alone would be a strong deterrent to any possible intruders....But he had not submitted to her....and she was not going to bow to him......Respect had to be earned in one way or another. "You take this personally Zorn.....but I will not bow to someone who I feel I can defeat in battle, whether it be you or anyone else." Her voice was monotone as usual, lacking the emotions that she felt stirring in her chest. And then as if on cue Zealot appeared in a flash of fur. Quickly Vivian let her skull drop, tucking her tail between her thighs....It was obvious she knew what was happening here, her only instruction that no crippling injuries were to be dealt.... "Of course" Was Vivian's gentle reply, never one to stretch things out. And then he was upon her, her gaze having been on Zealot she had been easy prey. The was sent rolling, tucking in her long limbs to try to protect her stomach even as she bounced. Finally she forced her limbs outward, catching herself so that she was once again standing...although somewhat dizzy. She snarled at Zorn, ignoring the stinging pain in her side the lunged at him, attempting to catch his ear between the clamps of her powerful jaws. Keeping her body low until the last possible moment before darting her skull upward in an attempt to grasp the tender appendage. The movement caused pain to dart through her side...but she was used to ignoring pain, she wondered however if Zorn's tolerance would be quite so high.

[vvVENOM]

Personal? Yes, he supposed it was "personal". The fact that a fellow pack member would be so insolent to challenge him with his back turned - without knowing his rank - was personal enough. But here she was with fangs bared and a second challenge within days of his arrival. The most offensive part of what she'd said was that she thought she could beat him, and for that reason alone she challenged him.

It was foolish. Vivian was older than that and should clearly have known better. But Zorn wasn't fighting for pride, he was fighting for dominance. He struck Vivian, rolling over once - twice - until he lost grip. He hadn't the time to grip her silvery fur, but it wouldn't matter soon enough. She was back up and he was, too, the wolves facing each other a tail's length away. His fur was on end, so though his body was tense and low, he seemed even larger with his winter coat. His lips were pulled up in a warning snarl. At any time now he would allow her to submit. But that was her choice, and she'd hardly moved to strike him--

And then she moved, and he countered by angling his head down, jaws wide and a growl rumbling in his throat. She snapped up at him and caught his mouth, and he was forced to push forward. His hind legs churned the snow and he surged upwards into a stand with his paws against Vivian's chest. He snapped viciously at her face, ears back in aggression, trying to get a grip on her ears or furry scruff.

[zombie]

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[vvVENOM]

[ooc: just as a note, I'm using wolf and dog dominance spars/play to help become better acquainted with movements as well as reactions.]
[Here are some links if you think it may help yourself as well =]:
[1. Two husky-wolves sparring for dominance. I noted the high use of nose/ear/scruff biting.]
[2. Just-met dogs establishing play/dominance.]
[3. Actual wolf pack with two dark wolves sparring for dominance. I also noted the omega trying to pacify the two, a higher rank checking its own dominance within the fight, as well as other inter-pack relations. I thought this one was most useful.]
[4. Brief dominance fight between two wolves. In this one, the white wolf is clearly more dominant.]
[Sorry this intro is so long, but I hope it helped =] ]
[feel free to disperse any of these youtube links for reference.]

The silvery wolf was down and Zorn had come out above her. His quick snaps served as punishment as he held her down, catching but not holding on her skin. This was where he needed to be, with his big paws simply outweighing her just-lighter frame. He stopped his snapping but kept his wide open jaws just next to hers, ready to block any tactics she might have. Another warning grumbled from his throat.

Submit, it purred. Submit.

But she just wouldn't. Her paws lashed out, a tactic that he was long used to, and her claws raked at his underbelly. If it had been any season but winter, they probably would have left scratches or even deep cuts, but the male wasn't too concerned. Still, the expression on her face mocked him, and her first few kicks made him shift his position.

For now, he crouched low atop her, having been forced to remove his paws from her chest. Zorn instead straddled the female, front paws on either side of her shoulders, and his bulk ready to move at a moment's notice if she shifted. He growled, teeth still bared and gums filling with saliva from the fight. Her feet still tried to buck him, but his hind paws had moved just enough that they pushed at his legs but couldn't scratch the sensitive flesh.

Her fangs nipped his ear and he let out a deep bark, whipping his head around so their muzzles were touching and their teeth were a whisker's length away. His ear hurt and he had half a mind to hold her nose tight in his jaws, digging teeth in just enough to cause her pain, just enough to show her who was really dominant. He didn't like her derisive grin at all, and if this fight ended now, then the big male would punish her immediately.

"Alpha," he said, his voice scratchy and angry. "End the fight." Though it wasn't a question, it was still a respectful request. He didn't take his indigo eyes off of Vivian's gold ones for an instant.

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] She hated that he felt so confident with himself....that he was so muscular and imposing while she was lean and but a leaf in the wind. He though that my dealing out pain that she would submit...but she would not....she couldn't. The thought of submitting to him made bile rise in her throat. With each snap of his powerful jaws she could feel the fur on her face dampening, mere flesh wounds...but enough to cause her anger to flare...But she would not blink...refusing to break her gaze from his own as to do so would be admitting her defeat. Finally one of her attacks drew blood, his deep vocals nearly deafening her as he brought his muzzle down beside her own....So close that she could feel the sensitive whiskers on her lips colliding with his own. With a mighty snarl she threw her head sideways, attempting to gnash her teeth against his own...hoping she could split those smug lips against his own canines.....But when he spoke she was stunned, freezing for a moment as she locked her gaze with his own....How dare he.....He thought he had one? She was not even winded yet! It was infuriating....sure he was the muscle in this fight....but she would be the one to last...and here he was trying to end it. "What!?!" She snapped, saliva springing from her bared teeth as her baritone voice belted outward. With a sudden wave of energy/anger she wiggled and rolled until she was once again able to get to her feet. And there she stood staring at him, her shoulders hunched up behind her head....every hair on her body on end. Her long tongue slipped free to lick at a rivulet of blood as it leaked from a puncture wound on her face. "We are just getting started Zorn...." She let her voice die away, turning her gaze to Zealot...knowing that in the end her alpha would have the last say...and if she deemed this fight over it would be...as much as she hated it.

[CROW. █]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/bimrme.png] Zealot's face showed no emotion. Her eyes, though they flickered to follow the engagement, held only calculation. She noted that both of the wolves were hard-fought. The thicker Zorn outweighed thinner-bodied Vivian. It made it easy for him to simply bowl her over right off the bat. The silver wolf had recovered swiftly, a testament to her agile build, and was back at her opponent, grasping for an ear. Zealot cringed inwardly at the thought of having her own ear in a wolf's muzzle. But Zorn was a seasoned fighter, and he forced them both to rise up on their back paws, forelimbs pressed to each others' chests. He knew his weight would force his lighter opponent back. It did. Zorn gained a position above the silver female, his jaw snapping at her face. Vivian seemed to ignore--no, enjoy--the pain he caused her. She grinned through it all, using her strong muscles to try to dislodge him. Even if she had had proper leverage, if his stance wasn't already set to hold him where he was, his weight would have kept him there. Instead, Zorn' paws only shifted to give himself more stability, and his jaws easily deflected her attacks. Zealot saw the anger in the male's eye at Vivian's grin. If he came out as dominant, he'd never allow her the freedom to grin again. The alpha's ears pricked, her body tensing, as Zorn spoke. She withheld her own voice as Vivian became a furious blur beneath him. Snapping and snarling, the female freed herself and stood before him. It seemed she didn't see the fight as ended, as was echoed by her words. Then she turned to look at Zealot, both of them awaiting her reaction. Here the black and tan female paused to consider. Zorn had knocked Vivian from her feet--twice--and on the second time had gained a clearly dominant position atop her. Vivian, in spite of her lesser weight-class, had continually gone for a sensitive area: the ear. She fought even when pinned. Then she'd managed to escape Zorn's hold. Zealot examined them both carefully. Neither was willing to back down. "This fight isn't over until one submits. I have seen no tucking of tails." The alpha blinked, releasing them once again to battle. She had known a dominance fight or two that carried on for quite some time, one that even spanned three days. That fight, of course, was interrupted by hunting and important pack affairs, but the two had continued to scrap whenever a moment presented itself. She wondered if Vivian and Zorn would end up as that pair. NOTES. hate me, but i honestly don't see the fight as over. given, Zorn gained a dominant position over Vivian. but Vivian never submitted. eventually the characters will wear themselves out, and when they do, one of them will submit. even if it is begrudgingly. if you take issue with my assessment, please feel free to send me a private message. <3

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] So there it was...their fight was to continue. Vivian paused to take a moment to lower her skull in observance of her alpha before whirling on Zorn. She couldn't lose her footing this time around.....she had to make sure of that...if she could make swift in and out attacks she could deal out small amounts of damage at a time...and while she would not be able to overpower him with one overwhelming attack eventually he would tire, become frustrated, make a mistake. And that was a weakness she would quickly capitalize on. She gave him no warning...just as he had in the start of their confrontation. Whirling about she attempted to snatch at his fluffy tail, her aim to simply give it a yank.....to piss his off. And then she was gone, dancing back several feet on her silver paws. She was practically bouncing on her feet as she waited for a retaliation, purposefully trying to keep her heart rate up as she analyzed his every movement.... "You're a fool if you think I will give in to you so easily Zorn...." She was in her element here..while she was normally awkward and uncomfortable, fumbling for words and reactions...here...here she was in her element. This was her life as it had been since adolescence, she had never taken the time to make friends or even find a mate. Fighting was all she knew....and as much as he might dwarf her in size her analytical mind was constantly at work....Her high stamina keeping her from even being winded thus far...yes....this fight was hers....She could taste the sweet nectar of victory on her tongue, and it was his blood.

[vvVENOM]

Zornallowed Vivian to squirm free, wriggling around like a serpent, as he had believed that the Alpha would agree with him. Zorn kept his eyes trained on hers while he awaited Zealot's judgement... which was unfortunately not what he'd wanted. Still, though he wouldn't blame the Alpha, he couldn't help but think of how hard it would be to force the silver female to bow her head unless she was bleeding from multiple wounds... and even still...

But there was something about the way that Vivian, so angry and determined to defeat him, turned her eyes to the Alpha instead of focusing on him. He flicked his tail in annoyance - the sneaky one dared to challenge him, tell him she would not submit, and then wouldn't hold his gaze? No... There was something different. In the moment that Vivian dipped her head to their Alpha, their superior, the moments he'd seen them together came back to him in an epiphany.

Vivian was not submitting to Zealot as a subordinate. She was submitting as a mate.

He took that instant to let his mind flash through everything he'd seen of them. Every day he'd been in the pack, the two were together. And though he might lower himself around the Alpha, he'd never once seen Vivian relax entirely around her. And they were always close to each other. In the den, their breath helped keep the air warm enough - there wasn't a need to sleep even near another wolf. But there they were, Vivian never leaving their Alpha's side.

And Zorn would not ever submit to a beast that pretended to be Beta and acted like Omega.

She launched herself at him, but he had been ready even when he'd let her scramble from underneath him. She was as fast as any healthy wolf - including himself. She nipped at his tail as he turned to face her, and the tug hardly grazed his nerves. Instead, active as a pup, she leapt around as if she couldn't control herself. And she thought he was a fool... He cocked his head ever so, let her see his bone-crushing fangs and his great bulk with heckles raised. He felt thirsty, but not for water or blood. There'd always been a hunger within him, nearly impossible to sate. But now there was a chance, an opening for him to quench his desire, let him drink deep. Though his rival thirsted for blood, his dehydration didn't need a taste, scent, or feel. No amount of blood on the ice would cause it to fade.

Let her think him a fool.

He couldn't stop the outward shift that his mindset caused. Something glinted in his eyes that went much deeper than emotion, deeper than even instinct. It was raw and carnal, so hard to detect and impossible to name, but something that had dwelt in the darkness of his soul since the moment he breathed his first spring breath. "I don't need to do much, it seems," he growled, voice rumbling. His tongue flicked out and swiped his bared fangs. "You have bear traps for emotions. You might try to escape them but you can't, and they will rule you."

He tensed, legs lowering him marginally and claws digging deep into the snow. His tail waved high in the air, not only signalling aggression but play - he toyed with her. "I need only set them off!" he thundered and went at her again, front claws extended to land on her shoulders, catch in her scruff; teeth glinting in the movement as he went for her face.

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] He seemed unhappy with the decision..but held his tongue none the less. As the seconds ticked away an almost physical change seemed to befall the larger beast, the yank on his tail only giving her hairs on tongue that made her want to gag...He seemed unaffected by the little retaliation....no acting as she had hoped he would, out of furry and spite...Suddenly his deep voice rumbled over her, a proclamation that left her dumbfounded for a moment. Her entire life had been lived with a lack of feeling....a lack of emotion...and here he was saying that her emotions would be the end of her...Was it possible she had became careless with her control...let it slip...the silver female visibly froze slowly turning her skull so that she could catch Zealot's form in her sights.....Vividly she remembered the first touch she had bestowed upon her, though not a gentle one she had reveled in it......Was she losing her grip.....were her feelings for Zealot making her 'feel' other emotions as well....wait...what feelings.....She tried to deny it....but even in her own mind it was a useless battle.....she cared for Zealot like no other....Her golden eyes seemed to soften, just the hint of a watery glaze coating them as she stared at Zealot....someone who was quickly working their way into her hardened soul...and yet at the same time was leaving her vulnerable to everyone else. She didn't even hear his last words, her ear flicking them away like gnats. Her mind was somewhere else entirely...and that was a mistake. Her breath wheezed from her lungs as he crushed her against the cold earth, his long claws clinging to her fur like talons....and then he was at her face. She didn't even react...didn't feel his teeth rip the skin on her muzzle....for several moments she lay still. Her golden eyes wide and unblinking....and then she snapped. With her anger fueling her she attempted to clamp her jaws down on his nose, moving quick as a snake as the intention stuck her....She was tired of being thrown around....tired of never letting her feelings show....tired of not crying when everything in her was breaking apart....but most of all she was angry. With an unexpected painful growl/roar she tried to force him off of her...but she was in a bad position...on her side her legs were useless..Her only weapon now being her teeth Vivian quickly decided to use them, snarling she snapped her head out towards his vulnerable neck...intending to only grab the loose skin, to show him just how easily she could kill him if she wanted....To make him submit...

[vvVENOM]

There!

He'd done it, he had caught her out and in the instant that he threw himself into the air at her, he saw her turn to look at Zealot. He'd caught her and now she would pay. And then he hit her - Vivian totally unawares as love-struck as a new pup with their Alpha - and he landed on top of her. His fangs closed over the silver muzzle, not gentle like the Alpha's initiation but firmer, a show of strength and aggression. But she didn't mind, and he took the opportunity to close his teeth on her scruff and shake a bit, trying to wake her up, trying to make her fight back, trying to give him this feeling that he craved...

And there she was, as angry as a hurricane, and Zorn knew he had struck her as he wanted, closed the bear trap, set her off. She was trapped, in a vulnerable position, and Zorn couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal that was spurned by his stance of power and dominance, by the way that she wriggled beneath him and snapped at his nose and struggled. The pain was sharp and he ignored it, and he simply reveled as she screeched in rage.

But she couldn't escape and Zorn was practically panting for air as his thirst for power was sated for that instant. A rush went through him like he was struck by lightning and he had to shudder and release her scruff. It was a mistake, but he didn't care. Vivian snapped at his throat and closed in. The big male felt her teeth connect with skin, tear, felt the blood well up around her fangs, felt the pain blossom with every hair he moved, but he was not giving in to her, to a wolf that couldn't keep her emotions in check even in battle.

"Poor, angry beast," he rumbled despite her teeth closed on the most vulnerable part of him. He shifted a paw so it pressed hard on her collarbone, while the other depressed her ribs. "You never learned to control yourself." He lowered his head so she could grip his throat while resting fully prone on the ground, and his claws extended towards her own throat.

"Or were you just never taught to feel?" He opened his jaws wide, ducking his head so he reach her muzzle. His teeth glistened and he pressed down on her hard, using his bulk to secure himself, and he reached for her muzzle, this time neither chastising nor rebuking, but aiming to hold, to punish, to force, even if it meant securing her teeth around his throat.

[zombie]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 550px; height: 550px; background-image: url(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/254/7/1/vivian_by_looserfaceman-d5ecb6g.png)] She hated him...hated his taunting words...'Or were you just never taught to feel?' No..she had not been....to show emotions had been a forbidden thing...And to cry would earn her a lashing even as a small pup....Maybe that was why she was so out of control now......She did not know how to handle her emotions...how to temper something she had never felt. Why was he bringing all the memories up? Ah....and that was the beauty of his attack, Vivian was tearing herself apart at the seams while all he had to do was give encouragement...he was intelligent...she could see that now. She had underestimated him... Slowly she released his neck...he knew she would not/could not go in for a death blow....Her threat was an empty one....But when his teeth clenched on her muzzle she snorted and tossed her skull, refusing to let him dominate her.....even if he had her down with his nails digging into her hide....she would not submit to him. A slight grin pulled at the corners of her lips, her golden eyes shifting to catch his own. "I will not submit to you Zorn.....and your mind games will no longer work." With one of his front paws on her collar bone and the other on her ribs he was in a potentially unstable position, with only his rear legs to balance him on the earth. She took the opportunity to roll, tucking her legs she attempted to roll into the sway of his legs...hopefully sending him to the earth as she did so......And then as a last ditch effort she threw her head back, trying to clamp his own muzzle in her powerful jaws,