She had been born in blood and trapped in hell. Violence pursued her all her life, she was a grisly deity of bloodlust and delicious carnage; fibrous and elegant as she walked down the path, an imperial presence conveyed in the swoon of her words, the cold in her stare, watching the world with distrust and disinterest fore nothing held pleasure for a venemous bitch as she was. Her flesh was carved in the spiritual semblance of raw, grotesque coercion. Dark russet, voluptuous hip to svelte waist and curved shoulders nestled beneath the risen blush of her nape; a brusque musculature defined in the art of her grating war grind standed right underneth her luxurious pelt, smooth as silk – her gestures were defiant, fatal reminders of rebellion and strength, as she stood before the waterfall, noise covering every bits of her auditoey system that stood erect and gracefull on the top of her crown. A force of nature she thought to herself, both beautiful and brutal. Tranquil from a distance but deafening up close. It was as if the cascades of water conjured cascades of equally powerful emotions in her brain and it quite took her breath away. It was simply spectacular. From a distance the waterfall had been like a silent white stream cascading over the rocky outcrops. As she had drawn closer the noise had increased steadily however she could stear "hear" her own process of  thinking, imagining cubs coming here with their parents and telling stories of ancient times, of fairies and gold that found their home right in the cave after the waterfall. Children stories, ones that maybe his father would have told her if he had not left. How foolish. She quickly shook any thought regarding him and continued to admire and analyze the waterfall in fron of her.

OOC: Sorry for the sucky starter, I need to hurry to work.

" words of a god"

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There was no explanation for her reason for being here of all places, her dear brother so far from her side. As far as Amunet was concerned she was here merely because in some way it was willed of her. So for the time being she would wander as she wished, though she kept a careful ear to the ground for her dear Pharaoh's call. Then she would gladly return to his side and tell him of all her little escapades and all she had learned.

First would be to learn of the mortals and their customs, maybe even find her way to a pack of some sort. Reconnaissance, that's what she figured she ought to do. And where better to start than here? Already she had picked up the scent of an unknown yearling, tongue flicking hungrily between gleaming ivories, the woman slunk her way towards the strange little creature. Though little was a relative term, by all accounts the ember laced wolf before Amunet was her own height, but the sweet scent of a wolf who had yet to reach their sexual maturity told her they were at least younger than herself.

"Admiring a view?" She hissed, just barely loud enough to be heard above the pounding of the cascading water, she slithered up along the strange yearling's side, perhaps closer than was sane but she was hardly concerned by the "danger" a mortal such as this could pose.

"Sweet little lies"

Nose scrunched up as the demoness looked around after her auditory system caught the noise of the predator behind her before her vocal chords got any chance to enchant them. She was always looking for a good game, the succubus' eyes landed upon the innocent looking female for her to mess with. It brought a smirk to her acutely beautiful visage and an off beat putter-patter to her heart. Whatever that thing was. Her disgusting and condescending shame was thick in the atmosphere as she stalked her prey, closing the distance between them. This game was sure to hold any other thoughts away from her mind. With feline precision she haunted, creeping up next to the other doll. Sensuality, a roll of her hips was all it took for her to touch the cold ground. How adorable, this one seemed to be attracted to waterfalls. Like all beautiful things there was a price. The demoness hoped that this price was death. The very thought gave her body numbing chills. " It would be such a pity if you fell in, hmm?" Her hiss was innocent enough as she mocked an angelic expression. Her golden eyes marred by their lilac coloring, pomegranate bleeding out into her eye, stared at the female. In hopes of boring into her physical body and stealing her soul. What's in a body anyway? All that's there is to be provided for another. Eternal service.

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The goddess felt her heart flutter with excitement as venom dripped from the yearling's lips. Were all the mortals around here this ballsy or was this thing just an idiot unaware of the danger Amunet posed? Well no matter, if there was to be any death this day it was certainly not going to be her own. "Such haughty words from one so lowly." She mused as she circled around behind the yearling, her form just close enough that their fur brushed as she moved.

"If one seeks a leisurely swim, one only need ask." As she finished a gentle swing of her hips against the back of the yearling made her point clear. Then she moved towards the yearling's other side, her nose almost pressed into their ear as she whispered again. "Tell me child, do you wish to tango with the gods?"

"Sweet little lies"

A fine tapestry composed of diabolic shadows laced with the whispers of ghouls in each consecutive fiber, the succubus stands alone as a image of both her mother and father. Composed mostly of brown the doll is a monster of the night, the eerie russet and gold which sprout outwards as one trails along her frame only aids the girl in her mimic of the spirits of the dead. Underneath the deviously shrouding coat lies a body woven with precise grace and an innate ability to seduce. But what draws one near is the optics this one posses, measuring plants in size and pomegranate mixed with orange in color; magnetic, pulling, with a gravity of their own. The very same orbs that followed the old hag circling behind her. Who did this hag think she was? Wasn't she aware she was in the presence of a Goddess in all her worth? She must be blind. A smirk painted the acutely beautiful visage of the succbus, the hag's voice reaching her auditory system as it stood erect on her crown. Gravity does not bind her for she is swift with her footing, reptilian, elegant; easily maneuver, pivoting, rotating in order to face the old hag. Paws boast the size of fragile teacups as she moves closer to the woman, chest to chest, locks of hair mixing within one another, yet they are quite the opposite -- although they may shatter upon their opponent with the same destruction they effortlessly pack quite the strike and still managed to traipse with a covert velocity. "Tell your Gods they failed you fore you are in the presence of a real Goddess, trapped in this mortal body but with the same powers of the astral entity I am. "

" haunted"

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For every push she gave it seemed the yearling pushed back, a sort of poisonous tango playing out with each of their moves. The yearling rose to their paws, facing her, their chests inches apart. Venom dripping from the child's lips caused a brow to quirk upwards, the briefest flash of anger ripping across her face. She cared little for the imaginings of a child but by virtue of insulting her own divinity they had also insulted that of her brother, and that... well she could not abide. Still a laugh tumbled from Amunet's lips. "And what false god do you profess to be?" Her tone was sickly sweet. "Surly it can be only a false god who does not recognize the presence of another divine being, indeed how one who claims such divinity can miss the presence of the sister and queen to the sun himself is a mystery." She sneered at the child, still a low growl emanated from within her throat, a warning for the young one.

"So I repeat, which false god to you profess to be? Name yourself."

"Sweet little lies"

She was the ultimate sublimity of lovelessness and sadistic narcissism. Mile-long limbs moving nearthly, as sensual hips performed their tango in order to attract the eyes of the crowd. A hypnotizing goddess of malevolent intent. Vicious and all consuming of the life that surrounds her. From a young age the temptress has learnt that the earth is a well oiled machinery that allow only the strong to survive while the weaklings crawl underneth. It is the survival of the fittest. The law of jungle however when the winter comes the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. She had endured harsh winters and famine only to come upon this land in order to reunite with her siblings. In the seasons that followed their departure she never imagined that she will be able to gaze upon their form again and yet she had. Call it destiny or strings of fate however in this cruel and cold world where everyone is for himself she was glad to have someone to call her own, a fmaily. But the old hag before her was making her to lose her patience. Evil never looked more beautiful than when the temptress parted her jaws in order to reveal murderous canines; she, a testament to babylonian destruction and the one before her, a old wrench that did not know she was in the presence of a impure Goddess. Like a scripture for sin, she had violent pleasures that had been controlled for far to long, how pleasant this game will be for who was she to demand the Goddess name in such manner? "Who do you think you are, old hag?" a cruel, emptied tsunami escaped her voluptous, ink black lips, the sonates were void of warm and humanity as she gazed upon the woman. "I see no divine in you. Sister of the Sun you proclaimed? Who is this Sun that you spoke of? Speak now or I shall smite you."

" haunted"

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Amunet could feel the anger bubbling in her chest as the yearling insulted her. Lips pulled back to reveal dangerous canines. A growl rumbling deep within her throat. "You stand before Amunet Ithuriel, sister and queen to the Pharaoh and sun god himself Ra Ithuriel." She took a small, short step back so that their chests were no longer pushed together before she spoke again, the anger plain in her voice. "And you shall be repentant!" With a smooth easy motion she shifted from her normal regal stature to that of a warrior, her knees bending slightly and tail swinging out behind her to maintain her balance. Ears tucked to her skull and her eyes narrowing. She spread her toes and using all her might tried to push the brunt of her weight into Nephthys by slamming her chest into the yearling's and bearing down on her. At the same time she tilted her head slightly to the right, gaping mouth seeking purchase on the middle of the left side of Nephthys' lower jaw, she hoped to clamp down on the flesh there. The child would learn it's place! Amunet v. Nephthys for Dominance Round 1/2 Height: 36" Build: Light Other: Willing to extend the default time to a week since I know it's a busy time for both of us.

She feels as though she has rusted; distracted, alone, she has become a statue after the words of the hag reached her auditoy system - a stiff representation of hazardous capabilities forgotten. What did she said? Amunet Ithuriel? Ithuriel? Ra Ithuriel? Her father? Her father's sister? Queen? Millions of question rushed through her mind in matter of seconds as time seemed to stop for the golden Goddess. Her siblings, her uncle and now her so proclaimed aunt...all in one place. So soon. To soon. and She found herself stunned, srurprise clear upon her beautiful visage unfortunately she was not paying attention to her surroundings, her psyche to busy making connection and identyfing patterns. Pain. A whine escaped the voluptous lips of the babe. Pain? From where? The time she returned to reality was the exact moment when her aunt's first hit had landed. Chest slammed into chest, hair threads mixing together and hides the bruise that is sure to form as pain runs down her spine making her shiver. Her jaws unhinge. Gaping in preparation as she met fangs with fangs, attempting to meet her aunt jaws with her own. Her lower jowl drops across her throat, black kissers peeling back with a slow snarl that leaves salivated fangs deliciously exposed. No! another reverent growl was released, the rest of her defenses sliding into maneuverable play, her shoulders curl upwards, hackles rising in the process as her head finds the room to now comfortably dip down, the precarious skull sitting carefully before her jugular. meanwhile her stance sprawls, crouches; her legs spreading slightly on either side while her knees bend just so before she lifted her claws and prays to the ones above that her attempted hit will cratch some soft tissues of flash anymore on her aunt right side.


Nephthys VS. Amunet for Dominance
Round 1/2
Height: 36"
Build: Light
OOC: Extended time is fine by me. <3

" haunted"

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A sadistic grin spread across her face as she felt her chest slamming into the yearling's and even though Amunet knew she'd be feeling those bruises later she couldn't help the thrill that ran through her. There was an awkward and uncomfortable clang of fangs off of fangs and out of instinct more than anything else Amunet took a few stumbling steps back, as she did so blunted claws scrapped along her right foreleg, near the top of her humerus. With a snarl she arced her neck to her right, gaping jaw this time aimed at Nephthys' extended left foreleg, she hoped to land a grip on the limb near the middle of the yearling's radius. At the same time she attempted to pivot on her toes, seeking end up standing near parallel of Nephthys' left side, hoping to slam her hips into the fleshy area of the yearling's side, at the stomach. Amunet v. Nephthys for Dominance Round 2/2 Height: 36" Build: Light

The Golden Goddess was built for speed, not brute force like the rest of her litter. Though she had missed her mark, she had not faltered completely, and without having to look she knew she had caused some damage. Ramming into one’s opponent was a double-edged sword; an ache bloomed along her chest area where their bodies had connected. Now that she had injuries on both sides, body slams would no longer be her best option. No blood came from her wounds yet, but she had to be careful. A weakened area had proved to be many other’s demise before, when they did not pay attention to the signal of pain. Thankfully in the charge she had not forgotten her basics. As the two of them slidethem depart from each other slightly to allow more room due to the impact of canines over canines that left a discomfort to her gums. The woman’s canines got a hold of her left extended foreleg, which drawn out in thin, sanguine ribbons. Thin skin covered the area where she marked, easily coming open. Not a fatal wound, but one none the less. A stray drop of blood curled over the puncture points, dripping neatly down the side. The vigor of battle rushed through her, replacing the preliminary flow of adrenaline but it was all futile, the moment when the second attack landed was where she lost it, the balance she once has was not disturbed by the fact that the old hag still got a hold of her foreleg. The second the bitch slammed into her was the moment her lithe, thin bodice hit the ground.


Nephthys VS. Amunet for Dominance
Round 2/2
Height: 36"
Build: Light


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The tang of blood on her tongue trilled through her body, there was so little else that could compare to the taste of the flesh of another's life's blood. Then as she contacted with the child it started to topple over. Easy enough, she allowed the limb in her mouth to pull free. "Submit!" She moved to tower over the fallen yearling, meeting it's gaze with her own. "Now! Tell me again, which fallen god do you profess to be?" Her voice had the tone of a queen, there was no argument to brook this time, she would get her way! As if to prove her point she parted her jaw again, and hovered it dangerously over the yearling's fleshy, exposed throat. Never once breaking her eye contact with her downed victim. If the child still refused to do as she asked it'd be no small matter to simply pull it's vocal cords out by herself. She almost wished the child was that dumb.

It was in that moment that the the hatred burned within her pools as he eyes the cream lupine before her. How could have she been so stupid? How could she lost? Damned be the surprise attack. Yes, she was took by surprise but was that really the reason she lost? So many questions still without answer as the cream hag climbed on top of her, spitting saliva from dangerous canines all over the succubae's acutely beautiful visage. She demanded answers, how conveninent for her.
I do not know much about him, hag. she responded in a falsetto, her voice trembling before realising a whine as the other canines were to close to her throat. Alright! she professed, a edgy, high voice emitted before she continued, Ra is his name. I only saw him for two seasons then he left us. I do not even know if his stories were true or not. she squirmed as she ended her sentence in another whine, orange pomegranate optics never leaving the other woman's. Would that satisfy her? Who knows.


" haunted"

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