R I get a little bit genghis khan

[Eoduin]

He watched as the other boy's teeth finally connected with the elk — but his attempt to do damage didn't go as well. Eoduin couldn't get mad at him, as hunting was hard and despite it being injured, a bull elk was no joke. It was just.. disappointing, for the both of them. Either way, he surged forward again, aiming for the same place he'd gotten before.

Agility roll[roll=1d20+2]

[Sfikas]

He didn't get much of a bite in at all, with the jostling of the elk, and while Eoduin wasn't mad at him, Sfikas was mad at himself.

He lunged again, this time for a much riskier spot. He wasn't a Noir for nothing; he squeezed his eyes shut, tucked his chin to protect his neck, and tried to grab its right foreleg.

That would certainly hinder it.

Strength roll[roll=1d20+2]

[Eoduin]

Okay, well, it had been his turn to fail, he guessed. He couldn't even get close enough — was he getting tired already?

But the other man had made a connection, and a good one. A forelimb, enough to make it bleed but not enough to trip it up, unfortunately. Still, Eoduin saw the opportunity and moved again, jaws agape for the flank.

Agility roll[roll=1d20+2]

Connection! He dug his teeth in, trying again to twist his jaws and do damage.

Strength roll[roll=1d20+3]

[Sfikas]

Today was an off day for Sfikas, apparently. His ears flattened against his head as the elk, once again, evaded any kind of substantial damage from his attempts.

It looked like the boy on the other side got close enough to bite, though Sfikas couldn’t see if he did any real damage. He ducked under to try for another bite. This time, on the elk’s underbelly.

Agility roll[roll=1d20+2]

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Finally, some of the tension in his body fizzled away when he realized he’d made contact.

Now, to try and do some real damage.

Strength roll[roll=1d20+2]

[Eoduin]

His attempt didn't do very well at first, but it wasn't enough to deter him or to make him want to let go. He had a good grip — he wasn't about to lose it.

Again he thrashed, his forelimbs coming off the ground with the effort of it.

Strength roll[roll=1d20+3]

[Sfikas]

Sfikas, too, was close enough to try for another bite. He’d gotten a mouthful of fur last time.

Strength roll[roll=1d20+2]

[Eoduin]

His adrenaline spiked as he thrashed, the elk baying loudly as more of his flesh was torn.

He paused to lick the blood from his maw. Then, again, he lunged.

Agility roll[roll=1d20+2]

And sunk his teeth right back into the widening wound. Getting sick of him yet, big guy?

Strength roll[roll=1d20+3]

[Sfikas]

At least one of them was having some luck. Sfikas certainly wasn’t.

He was about to lunge again when the elk slowed with a groan. Its weak leg buckled first, then its other front leg.

Sfikas had some serious anger to release. He wanted to gouge its eyes out but the massive antlers on the elk just weren’t worth the risk.

Whatever. He wouldn’t make the poor thing suffer this time. Sfikas ducked low to try and tear at its throat.

Strength roll[roll=1d20+2]

[Eoduin]

// warning for death, language, sexual themes etc

Eoduin was quick to move out of the way as the bull finally slowed, his limbs buckling beneath him to send him into the snow. The other man jumped at the opportunity to take its throat, so Eddy took the time to once again catch his breath. He could still stand, but chose to sit beside the thrashing animal while it died, his sides heaving.

It was a gruesome sight, but such was the way of life. Eoduin stole a glance around them, almost half expecting Rivka to show up, drooling over his performance — which, side note, he was rather proud of. But they seemed to be alone, so he turned his attention back to the stranger.

"Well," he said through breaths, "remind me to never pull my dick out where you can see it. Wouldn't want to end up like this poor fuck."

[Rivka]

Surprise, bitches! Rivka was here.

She had watched from the safety of the tree-line as the two boys duked it out with an overly aggressive and rather horny elk. And though it had been touch and go here and there, Rivka had found herself happily entertained.

What she hadn’t liked was the distance they had to cross to take the damn beast down. It was as though every half second, Rivka found herself having to pick herself up, move a few paces to the side, and settle back down. Over and over and over again.

She had inched her way towards them, watching through a devilish gaze as the scent of blood and victory filled the air. Finally the elk was down, and the scent of fresh meat was heaven to her senses. And boy, was she hungry.

The young woman set out into a trot after them, a charming little smile pulled along her lips. “Well done boys,” She cooed, “You had me in the first half, but I’m delighted to see you both made it out alive.”