TELL THE DEVIL THAT DEA SENT YA!

She felt better in the southern continent, perhaps it was because she was born to the dry lands and harsh terrain. The demonic woman moved with a confidence most wouldn't dare to have if they were as young as she was, but Dea was not like most females. Her bright pink eyes looked around as she came to a halt, not realizing that she had come to the boneyard of Auster. There was a sweet metallic smell that was most familiar to the devilish girl, blood, and lots of it. There was so much that Dea couldn't help wanting to add to the stains that were scattered through the area. She lifted her head back and made a call, hoping that there would be a chance to spill some blood and let off some steam.

"Talk." "You." Think.

Aaliyah was awfully bored, of course it was hard to just sit around the pack lands healing up. The dark witch was finally all fixed and she was itching to get out again and explore. She needed to meet new wolves and hoped to build the empire that her father had built. There were ways to curry favor within the pack and Aaliyah knew finding new members would be a great way to do that. Of course, Aaliyah was not of a high enough rank to claim another wolf, but she could pick a fight and the consequence for losing. Suddenly a howl split the air and Aaliyah let a wide grin split her dark face. As if on cue the fallen god gave her a wolf to take home, and this one even called for trouble! Moving around the next bone pile, Aaliyah saw the pink-eyed female standing across the way. "Sounds like you're gonna be my newest acquisition." Red eyes met pink as Aaliyah stared down the competition and potential slave. This woman was just what she needed! "Speech" Walk. "You." 'Think.'

Fate would throw a monster at her, but rather than being intimidated by the four inch height difference, Dea grinned like a jack-ass. The darker female was larger, but Dea would have an advantage perhaps. "Sounds like you're gonna be my newest acquisition." The voice of the other girl slipped forth, letting Dea know her intentions. The devil scoffed and raised one side of her lip, showing a white fang before responding, "You couldn't acquire me on my worst day, and I am at the top of my game." The girl looked over Aaliyah, watching as she had in her last spar. This one had worse intentions than simple learning, this sounded like it would cost her freedom. As an Asmodean princess, her entire being was at stake now. No way could she let the darker bitch to take what was hers by right.

"Talk." "You." Think.

The lighter female's response made the witch laugh with hearty abandon, tears springing into ruby eyes as Aaliyah tried to catch her breath. "You couldn't acquire me on my worst day, and I am at the top of my game." The young goddess finally finished laughing enough to make a crack right back at the masked girl, "You will be a very spirited slave, I look forward to breaking you." Garnet eyes turned hard and determined, filled with a challenge for the earth-hued dame before her. She would make this mortal her own personal pet, the goddess had already decided and she would go through with it. There was only one outcome that could occur, and that would be Aaliyah's victory. Her actions were driven by the fallen god himself, she could feel him urging her on. Yes, today would be a good day. "Speech" Walk. "You." 'Think.'

Dark words came from a smokey black mouth, "You will be a very spirited slave, I look forward to breaking you." Aaliyah's words were enough to make the demonic child see red. This witch actually thought she could make a slave out of Dea? Pink eyes widened as the other woman made her intentions known, at first they widened with shock, then they narrowed with anger as she stared at the larger female. "Do you think you will taste better with oregano or cilantro?" The demonic girl asked the dark stranger, staring her down with rage and indignation. "I am Andromeda Asmodeus, daughter of the devil and I will never bow to the likes of you." Her voice was thick with her outrage, a deep growl reverberating in her chest as she glared at the shadowy woman. How dare she think Dea would be a slave, or be broken. There was only one wolf capable of breaking her, or keeping her against her will, and that was her father. Lucifer wasn't here, and the demonic princess was free to act as she pleased.

"Talk." "You." Think.

The dark goddess laughed at the white-faced woman as she introduced herself. It didn't matter who she was, Aaliyah now needed to teach her a lesson in humility. "It doesn't matter who's daughter you are, you will learn to bow to your superiors." Aaliyah snarled at the slightly smaller Dea and launched herself forward to cover the distance between them. When she got close enough, Aaliyah would aim her fangs at Dea's scruff, hoping to grasp and shake the loose skin and fur there in a punishing move meant to stun the smaller female. Aaliyah was sent this daughter of the devil as a test, she knew it, and she didn't plan to fail. It wasn't in her blood. Aaliyah vs. Dea for Dominance Round: 1/3 Height: 44" Build: Heavy "Speech" Walk. "You." 'Think.'

Dea had no time to react, other than awkwardly gape her jaws as Aaliyah came running at her. Ducking her head, Dea gave Aaliyah exactly what she wanted, though the bruising, burning grip came much closer to her shoulder blades than the tender back of her neck. "Ugh, Bitch-goddess!" The devilish woman shrieked before launching a counter attack aimed for the front of Aaliyah's right shoulder. If she should achieve her bite, Dea would clamp her jaws down and grind her fangs into the wound, hoping to make it rip and tear open. She was dizzied by the shaking, but determined nonetheless.

Dea vs. Aaliyah for Dominance.
Round: 1/3
Height: 40"
Build: Medium

"Talk." "You." Think.

Aaliyah snarled into Dea's scruff and released her with a screeching roar as Dea found purchase on her shoulder. She moved back away from the other woman, watching her now, then she leaped at her again. This time, Aaliyah aimed a rather painful bite to the right hind leg, a move that would disable and possibly cripple her for the rest of her life. Though she didn't want a crippled slave, she had no other choice but to go for an end to the battle. She couldn't just go home empty handed, but then again, no one knew she was even looking for new blood for the empire. Still, she had to prove herself to herself.

Aaliyah vs. Dea for Dominance
Round: 2/3
Height: 44"
Build: Heavy

Her attack had worked! She had achieved what she wanted and it tasted...divine! Dea purred as the taste of blood filled her mouth, as Aaliyah sprang back, Dea released her, hoping that the dame would understand she was no slave. It didn't take long for the darker woman to leap back at her, this time aiming her fangs at Dea's hind legs. Oh, no you don't. She thought, spinning as her mother had taught her to aim her fangs for the left side of Aaliyah's neck. She hoped to find purchase there, if she did, she would shake her head vigorously trying to make any puncture marks into tears. Dea would not be taken for a fool, her father and mother were her teachers, they taught her violence since before she was born. She lived for fighting!

Dea vs. Aaliyah for Dominance.
Round: 2/3
Height: 40"
Build: Medium

She missed! How could she miss! Aaliyah tried to shy away, to regroup and come back in, but she was not fast enough and the devil's daughter found purchase on her neck. Liyah growled low in her chest as searing pain rumbled through her frame, then she snaked out her head and reached to wrap her fangs around the foreleg that was closest to her face. She would bite down as hard as she could and shake her head, not caring if Dea removed her fangs or not, she would rip and tear as much as she could before she ever thought about losing to this creature. There was no way, unless she was divinity herself. Could it be possible that Dea was never meant to be a slave, but a sister? The only way to tell would be to continue the fight, to try and win. Though, it wasn't looking good at the moment.

Aaliyah vs. Dea for Dominance
Round: 3/3
Height: 44"
Build: Heavy

Dea was forced to move away from Liyah's fangs as the woman aimed her fangs at her left foreleg. She felt the scrape of fangs against her forelimb and jerked her leg away, not breaking her hold on Aaliyah. It would only result in a few minor scratches on her leg, long slightly bleeding red lines on her skin. They stung, but Dea could imagine a bite to the neck was more awful. Standing on her hind legs with Aaliyah's neck still firmly in her mouth, Dea used what leverage she had on Aaliyah to topple her over and hold her on her side. She would hold the bigger woman in her mouth, pressing her teeth firmly into her neck and demanding submission if she should be on her side. Her tail would be high in the air in dominance and she growled deep in her chest. This bitch would know she was dominated by Dea Asmodeus, Daughter of the Devil.

Dea vs. Aaliyah for Dominance.
Round: 3/3
Height: 40"
Build: Medium

Aaliyah was shocked that Dea ripped her leg away from her fangs, getting off with a few scrapes and nothing more while the Abraxas woman was torn and bitten. Dea rose up, and the pain made Aaliyah move with her, not wanting to increase her injuries further. Falling onto her side, Aaliyah lay there in submission, stunned that Dea was able to defeat her. How could this have happened? How could she be defeated by a mortal? The daughter of the devil had to be divinity or at least diluted divinity. That would be the only explanation for Aaliyah's defeat. "I yield!" She said with a huff, her ego completely deflated as she lay in the dirt. Damn it, Dea would have been a great addition to the empire.

Once Dea was assured of her victory, she released Aaliyah and stepped away from her. "I took it easy on you this time, don't make this mistake again." It took a while for her adrenaline to come down, and the shaking in her limbs began to subside as a result. "It was a good spar though, I appreciate the warm up. Gotta make sure I am still sharp." A cheeky smile was given before Dea turned to go on about her business. She had things to do, and battling for her freedom hadn't been planned on. It was only supposed to be a spar, she had never thought someone would be stupid enough to try taking her freedom. The thought alone made her want to laugh.