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[color=#9D7A80]Time:[/color] Night
[color=#9D7A80]Location:[/color] Deep in the forest
[color=#9D7A80]Interactions:[/color] [@ReusableSword] Roman [@Lava Alckon] Farim

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As Torvi clung to Roman's back, her initial attempt to choke him out met with fierce resistance as he tried to shake her off. The sheer force of his movements made it difficult for her to maintain her grip, and as Farim's leg swept out to disrupt Roman's charge, the impact sent Torvi careening into the nearest tree with bone-crushing force.

The collision was brutal, the sound of breaking wood mingling with Torvi's pained gasp, breaking of bones accompanying it, as she was thrown from Roman's back. For a long moment, she lay dazed on the forest floor, her vision swimming as she fought to regain her bearings. At first glance, some may even wonder if she were alive as she lay there unmoving and not even breathing. Any normal person may have been crushed, the life leaving them, but Torvi wasn’t entirely normal. Despite the searing pain coursing through her body, she refused to yield, her determination burning bright amidst the chaos.

That’s when she felt her bones slowly snapping back into place and she sent a silent prayer of thanks up to her ancestors. While it would take time to heal fully, she at least could take a normal breath after a long minute of waiting. With a fierce growl, Torvi pushed herself to her feet, her eyes fixed on Roman, hoping his attention was now turned on Farim. As he would make his next move, she moved in turn with lightning speed, darting and ducking around him to avoid his grasp. With a swift motion, she reached out to grab hold of his bear skull, her fingers closing around the bone with a vise-like grip.

In a bold display of strength, Torvi attempted to wrench the skull from Roman's head and send it tumbling to the forest floor. Torvi then began chanting something in the old tongue, closing the distance between them, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she prepared to cast her spell.

As she drew near, she could feel the heat radiating from Roman's body, the raw power that pulsed beneath his skin. With a deep breath, Torvi finished her chanting and then pressed her lips against his, her kiss fierce and unyielding as she poured every ounce of her will into the calm emotions spell and passed it from her lips to his.

[color=#9D7A80]"It is time for you to sleep, friend,"[/color] she whispered against his lips, her voice a low murmur amidst the chaos of the forest. She knew this was risky with another present, but it was her final option currently. Her wolf pendant around her neck glowed ever so slightly as the magic flared and she sent another silent prayer up, hoping this would work.[/color]