'TIL DEATH DO US PART
06-14-2013, 12:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2013, 11:50 PM by Jupiter I.)
It'd been stirring for a long while, brewing and swirling in a cauldron of paranoia and hate--habitual wariness and earned spite, mixing and curling over one another, boiling in a stew of thought and sending whisps of hints out to those around. A subtle smell or just a glimpse--it hadn't mattered when Jupiter had dropped the news with full force on her pack.
She drank in the scent of the battlefield with relief, nearly glad that she could return to the place of misfortune to sate the itch in her paws, and, this time, the thirst for blood. A slight breeze captured her pelt, toying with the orange hairs and caressing her cheeks with the most gentle of touches, greeting her as if it'd known she'd been coming. Celestial eyes found that no feuds were currently being waged on this cool morning. It seemed as if the earth was relatively free of recent blood. It was likely cleansed by possibly weather or time, setting the perfect stage for what she confidently predicted to be the death of her enemy. To Jupiter, there was no losing.
It had taken only the brush of her pelt against the woman's and a simple, "It's time," to inform her accomplice of the fact that there was no longer a later to hope for--only a now. In matching strides and a steady gait they had traversed from Ludicael and to the battlefield, Mercury trailing behind, hardly a word exchanged between any of them until they stepped paw on the verdant grass.
She paused and immediately Medusa did the same, Mercury pressing his bodice against his companion's back leg. The Sol trailed her optics downward to the greenery, taking a deep breath as she pondered over her preparations. She'd sparred with Mercury over the past week and a half since the birth of her pups, exercising the muscles that were strained and tested in battle, ensuring that she was back in good shape before she took on this massive challenge. The woman hadn't needed a full-blown battle with a larger wolf to do all of this--muscles were muscles, and the soreness had ended yesterday due to her pause in such endeavors, and had hopefully come out a bit more agile because of it.
"I'm ready," she concluded, nodding to confirm this statement. Her violet orbs turned upon her friend, a knowing smile upon her lips. She leaned forth to give an affectionate swipe of her tongue across Medusa's cheek and ear, gratefully accepting any motion in return that the lady might offer with a pause. "Thank you for everything," she murmured, timbre tender. Then, the queen and the harlot lifted their muzzles to the heavens and called for their opponents.
JUPITER VS. KAIOS FOR DEATH
reasons - so basically it began with Jup meeting Secret, who was force-claimed by Kaios. She went to challenge for her freedom in the thread where Secret entered after Kaios claimed Newt as his mate. Kaios said "give me pups and I'll never bother you again" and Secret took that way out because of her pride. Jup left and things dispersed.
Next, Kaios tried to rape her. They got into a fight. Defaulted in his favor. Woops. But yes, attempted rape is part of it.
Afterwards she headed toward Amenti lands to call him out and redeem herself, but along the way she met a wolf named Kylar, who was also going to kill him but was hesitating as she did. They talked about it and she found out that he's been terrorizing other wolves, and she also learned that when Secret's pups were born Kaios ate those that were stillborn before her eyes.
Through her pregnancy, hormones and too much time to think has been making Jup increasingly paranoid, and she fears for the safety of her pups, her friends, and Ludicael. She now fights for the protection of her pack and her family, whom of which she feels are all threatened. All of this has been evident in other threads, as well as the fact that she has held an unrelenting itch for battle since her rise to power, which is another factor that has influenced her decisions.
Also, in her absence, Medusa was raped and held captive by some random brutes (as an excuse for her hiatus), which has made Jup even more hateful towards rapists and rape in general. We RP wolves in a more humanized way than they probably really are, so a scapegoat is a natural way to cope with things in a world.
ooc - I understand that Aislyn's mother is going through surgery and Ais has to take care of her parent and such, which is why I didn't start the round counter or anything of the like. This is just to get this over with and here before Ais is going more inactive so it won't be a surprise default, and that way she can consider how she will deal with this. She's not required to reply to it until she has returned from caring from her mother (unless the admins intervene otherwise), but may reply before then.
Also, minor powerplay permission given and approved by Muse. She is also posting first after this with Medusa.
This thread is all-welcome, and any may come. I don't know if the DM can be interfered with once issued, but I'd prefer it be treated that way. PM me if there are any qualms with this. ^_^
"speech"
She drank in the scent of the battlefield with relief, nearly glad that she could return to the place of misfortune to sate the itch in her paws, and, this time, the thirst for blood. A slight breeze captured her pelt, toying with the orange hairs and caressing her cheeks with the most gentle of touches, greeting her as if it'd known she'd been coming. Celestial eyes found that no feuds were currently being waged on this cool morning. It seemed as if the earth was relatively free of recent blood. It was likely cleansed by possibly weather or time, setting the perfect stage for what she confidently predicted to be the death of her enemy. To Jupiter, there was no losing.
It had taken only the brush of her pelt against the woman's and a simple, "It's time," to inform her accomplice of the fact that there was no longer a later to hope for--only a now. In matching strides and a steady gait they had traversed from Ludicael and to the battlefield, Mercury trailing behind, hardly a word exchanged between any of them until they stepped paw on the verdant grass.
She paused and immediately Medusa did the same, Mercury pressing his bodice against his companion's back leg. The Sol trailed her optics downward to the greenery, taking a deep breath as she pondered over her preparations. She'd sparred with Mercury over the past week and a half since the birth of her pups, exercising the muscles that were strained and tested in battle, ensuring that she was back in good shape before she took on this massive challenge. The woman hadn't needed a full-blown battle with a larger wolf to do all of this--muscles were muscles, and the soreness had ended yesterday due to her pause in such endeavors, and had hopefully come out a bit more agile because of it.
"I'm ready," she concluded, nodding to confirm this statement. Her violet orbs turned upon her friend, a knowing smile upon her lips. She leaned forth to give an affectionate swipe of her tongue across Medusa's cheek and ear, gratefully accepting any motion in return that the lady might offer with a pause. "Thank you for everything," she murmured, timbre tender. Then, the queen and the harlot lifted their muzzles to the heavens and called for their opponents.
reasons - so basically it began with Jup meeting Secret, who was force-claimed by Kaios. She went to challenge for her freedom in the thread where Secret entered after Kaios claimed Newt as his mate. Kaios said "give me pups and I'll never bother you again" and Secret took that way out because of her pride. Jup left and things dispersed.
Next, Kaios tried to rape her. They got into a fight. Defaulted in his favor. Woops. But yes, attempted rape is part of it.
Afterwards she headed toward Amenti lands to call him out and redeem herself, but along the way she met a wolf named Kylar, who was also going to kill him but was hesitating as she did. They talked about it and she found out that he's been terrorizing other wolves, and she also learned that when Secret's pups were born Kaios ate those that were stillborn before her eyes.
Through her pregnancy, hormones and too much time to think has been making Jup increasingly paranoid, and she fears for the safety of her pups, her friends, and Ludicael. She now fights for the protection of her pack and her family, whom of which she feels are all threatened. All of this has been evident in other threads, as well as the fact that she has held an unrelenting itch for battle since her rise to power, which is another factor that has influenced her decisions.
Also, in her absence, Medusa was raped and held captive by some random brutes (as an excuse for her hiatus), which has made Jup even more hateful towards rapists and rape in general. We RP wolves in a more humanized way than they probably really are, so a scapegoat is a natural way to cope with things in a world.
ooc - I understand that Aislyn's mother is going through surgery and Ais has to take care of her parent and such, which is why I didn't start the round counter or anything of the like. This is just to get this over with and here before Ais is going more inactive so it won't be a surprise default, and that way she can consider how she will deal with this. She's not required to reply to it until she has returned from caring from her mother (unless the admins intervene otherwise), but may reply before then.
Also, minor powerplay permission given and approved by Muse. She is also posting first after this with Medusa.
This thread is all-welcome, and any may come. I don't know if the DM can be interfered with once issued, but I'd prefer it be treated that way. PM me if there are any qualms with this. ^_^
"speech"
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.
public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
06-15-2013, 04:05 PM
"And satan will rise from the ashes, taking back what was once his."
The lord arose, ears flicking forward as a call rang out through Amenti. It was Jupiter, the wrenched bitch he had attempted to rape months ago, and another voice he did not recognize. They both ignited the fire within him, yet chilled him to the bone. It was a death match, and a challenge for Amenti's crown. Smart decision on that cunts part, if she would have faced him alone, the powerful pair would have ripped her limb from limb. Eyes cast toward her as he stood so close within their home. Newt. Ears flicked back, amethyst eyes falling upon her own. He had so much to say, and so little time. He could see the fire in her eyes, the pure hatred she felt inside. This was all his fault. The devil had played his games, and the moment he decided to give the horns to another all hell comes down, demanding him so stand his ground. And so he will. "We must go." He murmured, but Newt was already on her way, maybe more determined than he to get there. But how could he be? A fight to the death wasn't something he planned on getting into, yet it didn't surprise him. What did catch him off guard was the fact that Jupiter was the one who had called for him, and not Kylar. Sure, he wanted a piece of her fine ass, but nothing more. Kylar on the other hand, he had a good reason for the devils head. He would not back down, no matter what the reasons. If she demanded a fight, she was going to get one. A fight to the death, where blood will be spilled, and someones heart will beat no more.
The mammoths made their way toward the battlefield one steady foot at a time. Jupiter's sickening scent stung his nostrils, but the other woman was one he did not recognize. Was she one of Jupiter's minions? Did she even have enough balls to posses minions? His ears flicked forward, lips curling ever so slightly. Newt was prepared to rip heads from bodies, and so was he. He swore to her he would protect everything they had built, and if he failed he would die trying. This would be the perfect test, even if he did go down. His mind flashed back to Jupiter's and his fight. He had beat her then, why would now be any different? He sighed heavily, head twisting toward his wife's, amethyst eyes searching for her own. "I'm not sure why this cunt is asking for Amenti's crown, but you will win, my queen slayer. Don't worry about me, keep your head in the game, fight for all you have won. I promised you my loyalty, and my life. I will protect everything you have built, and if I fail, know I died trying. If this bitch thinks she can drag me back to hell, I dare her to try. Little does she know, if I do go down into the flames, my soul will never stop haunting this earth, and it will haunt for you." His tone was sincere, and the look in his eyes confirmed his promises. His cheek brushed against her own, tongue and lips curving as he showered her in sensual kisses, and with the slightest whisper, he spoke. I love you, Newt." With that they went their separate ways, she going toward her opponent, and he making his way toward his.
Eyes narrowed to slits, lips pulled back into a wicked smile, revealing only the tips of his two front canines. "Jupiter, what a pleasant surprise!" Head threw back as a mad cackle vibrated his very core, saliva spewing in all directions. Why not have a little fun while dancing on your death bed? Head tipped back down, muscles tensed as he locked his legs in place, giving him a good grip on the slushed earth. He was a monster compared to her, in size standing almost 8 inches above her, and weighing 80 or more pounds heavier than she. But, with brute strength and size came disadvantages. She was smaller, more agile, a bit quicker. Though his massive weight dragged him down he was still quick and forceful, and he had confidence in himself. "You dare to challenge me, the devil himself to a death match? Have you no shame my queen." Head turned to the left, revealing his scarred, naked flesh. "God sent the flames to drag me back under, and not even he could succeed, because you see, flames are the very thing I thrive within. Has he sent you too? An angel in disguise, sent here to send Satan back to Hades?" His shoulders shifted as he shrugged. "I don't even see why, my angel. What have I done to you? I couldn't resist you at one point, I just had to have you. You were taunting me every step of the way, and you know it. With those devilish curves and that dreadful smile you pulled me into a point of no return. We battled it out, and when I had won, I chose to leave you. I could have destroyed you, taken every bit of innocence you possessed; yet, I let you go. I turned my back and you turned yours, and inside my mind I swore to never return. I went home to my wife, fell for what we had created together, started a family even. And now you decide to come for my head? While you have welps of your own, waiting at home for their mother to return?" He paused for a moment, gaze set sternly on her own. He could smell them on her pelt, and her body looked sucked up, as if she had quickly lost a lot of weight. He wanted answers before this began. He needed to know why she had waited this long, and why suddenly she thought she deserved the devils head. He went to speak again but three more scents stung his nostrils. It was his two children, and his beta, Champion. So, they had come to watch this? Good, they could avenge their parents fall if they lost, and they could spew revenge all across Alacritis. He heard his daughters nasty words and he couldn't help but laugh. She was a little spit fire wasn't she? He heard Bas speak, questioning who these bitches were, then Champion, reassuring them of their mothers powers. She was right, not even he would want to fight his mammoth demon for her title. She was a force not to be recon with, because when disturbed she could break the world with a single step; and today she would. She would protect her home and so would he. This day would be written in stone for all to read, for all to know of the powerful king and queen who had established Amenti. The pack of assassins, where death was a toy worthy of playing with, and blood was a beautiful paste used to entice the senses.
"You have your puppet fighting my wife for our kingdom, and here you are, laying down your soul so you can fight for mine? Do you honestly believe I want anything to do with you, your children, or your kingdom? I have everything I need, everything I want; and so do you. Are you willing to put down your life after building the core of your soul? Why not challenge me for dominance? Make me stay away from your kingdom if you win, or maybe fight me for my genes? Take my jewels away if you succeed, so I will never have another sensual thought for the rest of my mortal life? Because you see, the things you do to me on this earth will not go unnoticed. You may lay me down, but this is only my mortal form, cursed with a heart beat, and no conscious. If this battle sends me back to hell, my soul will continue to haunt this earth, waiting to drag you down with me. If you challenge the devil at his own game you are setting yourself up for pain, suffering, and best of all; war. My subjects, wife, and children will avenge my death. Revenge will consume all I have touched during my time on this earth. If you want to protect everything you love, you will reconsider, because this will start a worldwide war. You may have allies, but we have allies as well, and something you will never posses. We are the demons of the shadows, waiting, lurking for someone to slip up so we can rip their hearts from their chambers. We drink the fallen's blood, hang their severed heads along our borders for all to see, eat the remains of those we have taken down. Words stung deeper than venomous fangs, eyes stared into the very depths of her soul. He had spoken his truce, and whether she took it into consideration or not was her decision. "If you are still determined to have my head, come and get it!" Ears pinned back, lips curled to reveal his jagged sets of canines and incisors, head dipped to protect his throat, and tail raised to become level with his spine. Muscles tensed as he prepared for anything she might throw at him, whether it be her body, or fangs. He remembered the moves she had pulled last time. No matter what he would keep his jaws away from her own. He couldn't get locked up with her again, or no fatal damage would be done. This was a fight to the death, not some sprawl in the forest over sex. He would rip into her veins, suck the blood within and spew it across the battlefield for all to taste. She would taste her own blood on this day. He would make sure of it.
"And the rapture will begin."
OOC: Slight PP on Newt, permission given to me by dark. Ok, I couldn't help myself, I had to post today -__- I will try my best to post within the 5 day limit. Jupiter can react to this however she wants, and she is granted the first move. We can do... 6 or 7 rounds, you chose. No one can interfere in this, as me and star have stated, though anyone can come watch. Also, i'm going to assume that the threads are still together, just in separate places right now, meaning all the wolves in Newt x Medusa thread can see the Kaios x Jupiter fight as well. Enjoy ;3
Round: 0/?
Attacks: None
Damage: None
Defenses: Legs evenly distributed, tail level with spine, giving him a good grip and posture on the earth. Ears flicked back, eyes narrowed to slits to protect them. Head dipped to protect throat, lips curled back to reveal his teeth, making it easier for him to snap and retract quickly. Muscles tensed to cushion a blow easier.
06-15-2013, 07:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-15-2013, 07:19 PM by Deteste.)
The day had come and he had left the Ludicael without even a word to Laxago. She could, and would, come if she desired such there was no need to unnecessary gestures at this time. He had traveled alone, silently, and apart from Jupiter for every fiber in his being cried out to intervene and advice her against the battle. But he understood her honor. More than that he respected her honor and he would not allow himself to interrupt the blood quest. His large obsidian bulk was obvious against the pale grasses yet he strode without noise and in his serious and thoughtful affect it was as if he was not there at all. He thought of the many wolves he had killed in his life, at least one for every year he had lived. He wondered if Jupiter had ever killed before. Even for the darkest of adversaries such violence changed an individual. Jupiter was fierce and she believed in justice. He did not believe she was incapable but it was difficult not to worry. He had prepared himself for the worst. Had imagined dragging her, with her beautiful vermilion pelt and her crown, lifeless back to the Ludicael for her proper honors. Had imagined a bloody victory won at the price of her vivacity. A victor who was no longer the Jupiter he knew. And he had imagined caring for her along side her children's father, exhausted but virtuous. It was this possible scene that his heart clung to. They were both Sols of the Ludicael. Their hearts were one for their land and her death with be detrimental, especially for himself.
As he approached the battlegrounds he cooly observed Jupiter's opponent. He was an ugly fucker. It was a judgement Deteste could not put away. His bias was strong, of course but it was impossible to mistake Kaios' blatant insanity. There was, to Deteste's knowledge, no basis for his power other than violence and no drive in his being beyond cruelty. Deteste had lived this life before but never to such an extent. His actions in his youth were certainly inexcusable but had been, for the most part, thoughtless. To relish such a lifestyle was sickening and he did not believe one could live too long in this fashion. A need to win for the sake of winning was not a cause at all. Surely Kaios was an opponent great in mass and force but his drive could never match the righteousness Jupiter acted on. He managed to only wince slightly at the behemoth's words. He was putting on quite the show. Though De was aware of the others in proximity, including the second challenge, Jupiter was all the world to him and he payed only enough attention to his environment to respond efficiently if it were to act on him in any method. His eyes locked with Jupiter's lavander gaze for a minute moment. He had advised her as best he could pulling from every fight and every kill in his life. He only gazed at her, without word or gesture. It was unnecessary. She was ready.
And if by some cheat or false act of fate Jupiter were to fall Deteste knew that the blood quest would then be his. He would return to the Ludicael and it would be long until the blood was once again pursued for he would be sure to find a suitable second Sol, but the time would come and he knew that Kaios would die then, if not now.
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