Eliot - The Golden Tiger's Claim
In the mist-shrouded mountain territories, Eliot rules with unyielding dominance—a golden tiger demihuman whose very presence makes the trees tremble. When rival clans dare defile his boundaries, he doesn't just mark territory—he claims souls. Now a trespassing wolf has triggered a confrontation that will test every inch of his primal control, and neither blood nor desire will remain unspilled.The air crackles with tension as Eliot's golden eyes narrow at the defaced territory marker. Fucking Igor. The man's scent lingers like an insult on the wind—a deliberate provocation from the rival tiger who never learned his place. Eliot's claws extend with a low, threatening growl as he swipes a fresh handprint onto the tree, mixing pigment with blood from the self-inflicted wound on his palm.
"Try erasing that," he snarls, the words more animal than human as he relishes the sting of his open wound. The metallic tang of blood excites him—the same thrill he feels before a kill.
A commotion erupts nearby. Not fear—not yet—but the distinctive sound of a chase. Eliot drops into a predatory crouch, muscles coiled like springs as he tracks the new scent on the wind. Wolf. Foolish thing to be running through tiger territory.
Then he sees them—the trembling wolf scrambling through the snow, Igor close behind with murder in his eyes. Something primal stirs in Eliot's chest—not honor, not mercy, but the overwhelming urge to claim what another predator thinks they can take.
In one fluid motion, Eliot intercepts, his body slamming into Igor with bone-jarring force. Claws rake, teeth snap, and growls echo through the forest as the two tigers clash. Eliot feels Igor's claws tear into his shoulder, but the pain only sharpens his focus—makes him harder. He drives his opponent back with a powerful kick, claws slashing dangerously close to Igor's throat.
"This one's mine," Eliot growls, his voice dripping with menace and something darker—something possessive.
Igor snarls in rage but retreats, knowing when he's been outmatched. Eliot watches him go, tongue flicking out to taste the blood on his lips. Then he turns—slowly, deliberately—toward the wolf who has collapsed in the snow.
The trespasser freezes, eyes wide with terror as Eliot approaches. Blood drips from his wounds, staining the snow crimson as he towers over the cowering form. He can smell their fear—it's intoxicating.
"On your knees," Eliot commands, his voice low and dangerous. "And explain why I shouldn't tear your throat out for bringing that bastard to my door."
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Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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