The darkness had the best of her, it seemed. It had been so long since the temptress had been in the ranks of a pack, and in this one, she could increase her skills in battle, or hopefully said. Already, she was pretty good, but would she be good enough to match the celestial queen that she had observed not a week ago? She could at least try and become one of her underlings. It could also be then that the slate female would learn of what exactly was the what up with the what up with the Destruction family. The queen had kept every single one of them prisoner, so the slate female was only curious about them as well.
TEN FEET /T A L L/
11-10-2014, 02:02 PM
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11-15-2014, 12:15 PM
The mangroves were somewhat luminescent, and it was utterly astounding. It was purely magic. It had to be. The peridot gems of the slate tempest gazed about the lands that were before her. This land was purely paradise, the occasional alligator and all. The vines seemed to pull back like curtains to reveal the celestial ruler, the Sol of the revived Ludicael. She was as powerful as she was that day, her scars obviously healed well, even if it had been but a few days. The woman's dial held amethysts, one brow quirked in interest, while she rumbled, confirming what she saw. The slate tempest took a step back, lowering herself in a respectful bow, before inky lips parted to allow a simple phrase to slip through.
She threw her head back a little, making sure she wasn't over the border quite yet, peridots looking at the wary queen. There was a strange scent on her, perhaps her little friend, that devil-esque creature that followed her around. Then there it was. Quite comtemplatively, she gazed at it for a moment, sizing him up it seemed. He looked like quite the little fighter. Then her visage settled in the direction of the phoenix, inky lips parted gently.
11-15-2014, 10:55 PM
"If you wish."
Tensions rose, causing the tempest to begin her defensive setup. Eyes narrowed to feral-esque slits, brow creasing into multiple folds to tighten the skin of her forehead and protect her eyes. Her skull lowered, muzzle contorting into a snarl. Her ears pinned to the back of her skull and hackles rose. Chin tucked close to her chest, shoulders rolling forwards. Her legs squared off as she loosened her knees. Haunches spread wide, digits dug into the ground that allowed grip, and tail rose.
The phoenix would surge forth, jaws breaking apart to aim at her own right side. Nocturne's peridot eyes would flash to the phoenix, settling all of her weight to her left side, before pushing off the same feet, attempting a quick sidestep maneuver, but the pheonix's ivories managed to catch hold of her cheek, a firm grim of teeth sinking into the folds of her skin. A snarl ripped from the slate tempest's throat as she backpedaled, tail tucking between her legs momentarily as she distributed her weight from one foot to another, narrowly missing the phoenix's shoulder thrust and a leg hook. Pain screeched in her blood, and the tempest's periodot gems saw the amethysts of the vicious queen. She stopped after about three steps, weight settling on all fours. The woman's power localizes at her haunches, tensing her muscles and digits into the grit of the cold soil. With a surge of power, the slate tempest attempts to thrust herself forward, to bring herself chest to chest with the phoenix, and to hopefully make her release her grip on her. No matter if she would be released, Nocturne would bring her left shoulder in the direction of the base of the phoenix's windpipe. Her left forepaw would lift, the missing pillar reconstituted by her left hind leg. Even if she would wiff the phoenix as she had to her, the paw would slam on the ground, weight exterted on them in attempts to beat the toes of her foe. Hopefully they would strike at least the outer two toes, the ones closest to her left foreleg.