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What didn't kill you, made you stronger. Her body ached from the fight with Selven. It had only been two days, perhaps less. Blue eyes leveled themselves on the horizon as she traveled, regarding the sun as it rose over the flat expanse of land to the east. The bruise on her left shoulder where the stallion had crashed into her was slowly fading. It was now only a dull ache, a quiet reminder, and nothing more. The same could not be said for what she felt was a bone-bruise on her right shin. Her teeth clenched as she vividly remembered the colliding of the stallion's hooves with her forelimb. At the time, it hadn't truly hurt--adrenaline numbed the pain and left only the sensation of pressure--but now it throbbed endlessly, skewing her steps. The mare limped, wishing she had wings so she could simply fly over the terrain and rest her injury, but her face showed no pain. She wasn't in the business of showing weakness, and the fact that she limped at all irked her to no end. She snorted, shaking her head, and was reminded of her final parting gift from Selven; A nice chunk of mane missing from the base of her neck, just above her withers. The wound was scabbed, but it would take time for it to heal. The part of her mane affected would likely never grow back, the hair follicles themselves having been ripped out or grown over with scar tissue. The mare kept her thoughts to herself, and limped on.

After the fight had ended, she had spoken briefly with her new emperor. He had fought well--prowess in battle meant everything to the mare--and he had gained a revered status in her mind, never to be dethroned. She had pledged herself to him, told him that whatever he wanted of her, he need only ask. Then she'd laid out her plans to create and army for him, for Tenebris. He'd seemed pleased. At least, she'd been given his blessing. Then off she'd gone to find a suitable place while her body healed. At first, she had simply gone north, following the hints of another Tenebris land, Cocytus. She'd never thought to actually enter the land--diplomacy with the other herd leaders would come when she was not forced to limp--but she at least wanted to see its border. And so she had. A river of blood. Impressive, but not good for the surrounding ecosystem. There were few plants, and only snow and ice around. This was not the place to raise an army. So she had gone west, following the setting fun, searching. Ever searching.

The flat-land snow had given way to forest, and she had paused at its edge, considering. With her limp, it might be easier to circumvent the woods, but she didn't run from a challenge. Surprisingly, the forest had been relatively short-lived in her western travel. Once crossing back out of it, she had looked it up and down. There was ocean to the north, and more forest to the south. It seemed she had simply passed through a small peninsula of the tree and undergrowth, though it seemed thick from either side. A good barrier to have, she knew. Traveling further west, the land changed rapidly. The soil became dry and loose, mountains could be see in the distance, and there was a definite downward slope. When the archway rose before her, she could only stand, thunderstruck, as she viewed the badlands beyond. This... This would be the place. Surrounded by natural barriers, mountains with the ocean at their backs, forests with endless trees, this arch the only entrance, it was perfect. Without a second thought the mare relieved herself, marking a clear claim, and descended into her new home.

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All her plans, her strategies were for naught. The white female came towards her, springing forward so smash into her chest. She snarled, rising up onto her hind-legs, and used her forelimbs to attempt a gripping, claw-scraping embrace. Her teeth mat chin and muzzle, her tongue tasted the rust of blood blossoming against it. She snarled again, her breath rattling in her pained chest. She aimed her grasp for the shoulders of the female, to bear down on her with her greater weight. She felt the painful clashing of their teeth, smashing off each other and revelled in the sensation of cut black-rimmed lips and her own blood. She kicked her hind-legs downwards, seeking to overpower the female with her own larger body size. Her ears splayed back, pressing against the fluff of her head protectively. In this position, anything that could be gripped hold of would be a weapon to control the other with. Cassia wasn’t going to that foolish wolf, caught by a dangling ear or having it ripped to shreds. Instead, she’d slap her muzzle against the unnamed, unintroduced female, teeth seeking the flesh out there again.

Her ear was seized in a viper-like movement. Teeth grabbed it where it connected to her head, and she felt it give as she yelped, pulling her weight backwards a little before aiming to toss herself forward. She wanted to land on the female, though she was grateful the blood dripped down the side of her face, coming close to her eye but not quite. Her vision wasn’t impaired, though the pain was a distraction she didn’t need. They landed back on all fours, though Cassia was doing her best to drive her weight round to the side. Struck by sudden inspiration, she swung herself around to the wolf’s side, seeking to slam her hip into the side of the female and force her to release her. There was no way Cassia could bite her in any position. Her ear was held too snugly, and she was afraid of actually losing a chunk of flesh to this savage, feral wolf.

This was nothing like the fights she was used to, though blood had often spilled there. This was worse, as she had no one to back her up if things started to go against her. But her mom and dad had raised an alpha, not an omega. Even if the hip slam had failed, Cassia would sacrifice part of her ear to the teeth and rip her head free before attempting to back away. If she were successful, she’d charge at the female and this time, aim to go past her. Her teeth would attempt to grasp at the hock of her hind-limb, her own hips and rump swinging around as she’d tug it, attempting to back-pedal and throw the female off her balance by twisting her head to try and force her to her side. She didn’t hold a bite to break it – she didn’t want to risk hurting the female that badly. Not out here, where death could come easily – and not at the end of a gun, as her brother had experienced.

No matter what attack worked or connected, Cassia would still lift her hackles, her body swelling with every breath. Her aim would be to have freed her ear, leaving her available to attack. She’d be bloodied, lips, ear and belly, but still fighting to finish this fight. She wasn’t going to lay down and whimper for mercy from the wolf. Not Cassia, and not now. Nope, she was fighting to prove herself here. Fighting to prove herself ready to survive in the wild. She was defending herself and attacking in a way she found exhilarating. Her breathing came in harsh pants and her tongue, bloodied from a bite, would drip pink froth to the snow and pine needles churned up and softened by the heat of their bodies. Her paws would clench the ground, and she’d snarl. A challenge, for the female to answer or not. Cassia would leave it down to her.

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