Personal art - my O'tier attacking a friends character, Urziel.
How dare he enter her territory! Game on.

O'tier is highly territorial and very aggressive towards trespassers.

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She was hunting within her territory on the Great Expanse. Prey was scarce this time of year, but O'tier was determined to catch something today.
The sun sweltered down upon her skin, almost to the point of being unbearable. Dust billowed around her as her claws dug into the hot, cracked earth.
This was clearly a good time to scout out the area before continuing, or so she told herself as she made her way towards what was once a glorious tree. It's spindly branches provided bare minimal shade from the powerful sun above, but it was better than nothing.
No sooner had she made it to this glorified stick than the breeze picked up and changed direction. Something was off.
Alert now, the beginnings of adrenaline being formed in her muscles, she scanned the horizon with her eyes in the direction the wind was now coming from.
Sure enough, there was dust being picked up in the distance. Something was in her territory. Something very unwelcomed.

She started off at a light run, aiming to produce the least amount of dust possible so as to not alert the intruder to her presence.
However, once she gained sight of what it was, a large heavily spined male, she changed tact. She picked up the pace slightly, however was now making as much dust as she could.
With any luck, he'd see her trail, realise he was in another's territory, and they'd have a brief spat when she reached him until he was well and truly out of her borders.
However he did not turn. Instead, he leveled to her and also picked up pace. Being not entirely an unexpected response from a young male, she took him up on his challenge. Now they were running at full speed to one another, heads low and powerful muscles pounding at the ground.

She roared out at the last moment, digging her claws in and sliding sideways with her tail poised high and ready to be brought down with a powerful lunge.
The male was not so fortunate as to avoid impact - her thick, heavy spines sliding along his skin. But the angle was off, no mark was left.
She hissed in fury and he lunged at her. Ducking her head to avoid impact, she raised her tail again and swung lower with the aim to hit his flank.

He was too fast, too powerful, and he dodged out of the way before powering off again at full speed.
She took to the chase without hesitation, continuing the chase even when she was blinded by the dust he left behind. Her call was furious, entirely telling that she would not let him go until he was dead or out of her territory.

He called back, his own deep and powerful roaring making her question her certainty of victory, but only for a moment.

This was her land.
Food or no food, she fought to win this territory and she will fight to keep it.