She had been here before, but the last time the fog wanted to swallow up the whole of the beach and Cordelia had appeared from the sludge. Corde was gone now, and the night was only beginning as she put Banshee to sleep for the evening. Belle spent most of her time with the young girl, and she was learning quickly how to be a Klein Princess. Her aunt nuzzled her lovingly as she slipped back onto the beach.

Decorated paws carried her ivory splashed frame to the center of the dark beach. The electricity in the air stirred the woman’s cold heart as a storm gathered on the horizon. In the darkness she could see the flashes of lighting building, and then the wind hit. It wasn’t terrible, but suddenly a breeze was blowing towards her. The storm would be upon them in just a few minutes. Belle took to her feet again, alabaster tail blowing in the breeze behind her as she faced off with the impressive force of nature.

Bright magenta gaze watched as the clouds grew closer and the lightning struck the islands that littered the coast. The bright flashes of light cause the beach beneath her to reflect mass amounts of light in return. Deathbelle gasped at the beauty, and felt herself backing away to the forest so she might have a better view of the show.

His first few days in the area had been a special kind of torture. With his heavy ruff and stocky body, Dag spent most of the time sweating in the shade. In his ancestral, glacial land, he would fit right in - but in southern Boreas, he was a sad sight. He had to get Valk back to something colder soon or he would simply wither away. The only bonus was that he had tracked some ways inland and found a lovely, damp little area that had plenty of great fungus.

Dag was nosediving straight into a hole of psilocybin when the storm began. He was making his way back to the band and had just set paw on the sand when the first flash of lightning rebounded off of the sand. His jaw dropped. Although his pupils were already dilated, now his eyes widened until almost all of the white was visible. Every time the sand lit up, it did so in a rainbow of colors - this time, it was yellow, then blue, then purple... It was exquisite.

He was accustomed to visual hallucinations, but there was an exceptional beauty to this one. It was almost divine. Dag whooped and sprinted onto the beach, throwing his head up and letting loose a joyous howl. Light and color poured around him, baptizing him in their otherworldly glow. Out of the corner of his eye, Dag spotted the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. She was purple and white and had a blinding halo over her head. Just looking at her suffused him with warmth.

Trying to regain his composure, Dagfinn gave a little yip of a greeting and trotted over to Deathbelle. "Hello, yndisleg. Did you bring the light show tonight, or are the gods simply celebrating your beauty?" Any wolf who dabbled in poisons or psychoactive herbs and fungi would recognize his bison-hoof sized pupils and unfocused gaze.

yndisleg - lovely (Icelandic)

She didn’t miss the exuberance of the other wolf on the beach. Unlike when she had appeared here with Cordelia the night was clear and she could see him in the flashes of light. He was far from quiet, and did nothing to conceal himself. Belle’s magenta gaze found him as he raced over the glassy sand. Unfortunately for the Klein Princess his attention shifted to her royal form. She steeled herself, already having written him off as less than a threat. Maybe a minor inconvenience at best and an annoyance at worst.

Belle held herself daintily, chest puffed and ivory tail wrapped around her decorated paws as she took him in. His colors were plain but he seemed attractive enough. However, his eyes were pure pupil and she smelled the mushrooms on his breath. When she was a yearling the girl had experimented with the hallucinogen, however the wolf that gave them to her had cultivated them herself. She had never been fond of the wild ones found in bovine shit.

”Hello,” she answered as she watched him from the top of her sculpted nose. She didn’t understand the word he called her, but with his follow up she couldn’t imagine it was an insult. ”I’m sure it's being done all for me,” if he was going to encourage her Deathbelle wouldn’t deny the compliments. She eyed him from her half lidded gaze, unsure what she might benefit from this encounter. ”What are you doing here while the gods dance for me?” Belle returned quizzically.

Oh, oh, and did the gods dance. As Belle was alternately bathed in purple and blue lights, Dagfinn licked his lips and settled back on his haunches. He could watch this view for the rest of his life. Making a distant, fleeting mental note to retrieve more of the fungi he'd found, he gave Deathbelle his best, most handsome grin. Of course, with his current state of mind, it was less "roguishly handsome" and more "slightly crazed."

"Y'must be right, luv - all of creation was put on this earth for your dainty little toes to dance across it and dazzle mere mortals like me," Dag went on. He had always had a tendency to wax poetic when he was under the influence, this time being no different. With the psychoactive drugs percolating in his system, he was sure that their meeting was destiny.

"I'm here to meet you, of course," He added, thinking himself very clever. She had to be in on it - she was too wise, too beautiful, too ethereal not to know. "I'm Dagfinn ofláti Flindt, forever and ever at your service."

Even without his words the male seemed quite enthralled with the Klein princess, and the girl would find herself easily basking in his admirations as the wind continued and the lightning lit their world. He was only slightly shorter than herself, though he was built a bit more sturdily. He had the look of someone who knew his way around the battlefield, but with his state of mind she felt no danger in his presence.

”It certainly was,” she agreed with him as her magenta gaze looked him over a few more times. He likely was not the worthy candidate she hoped for, and even with such a binding oath there was little chance she could count on his word. He was very obviously under the influence, though she would have liked to have kept him in her service ‘forever and ever.’ ”My humble servant,” she cooed at him with the corners of her lips pulling back into a soft smile. ”You’ve been brought into the presence of Princess Deathbelle Ravage Klein.” There were few she bestowed her full name, but he seemed to be the prime candidate to really appreciate what she had given him.

Dagfinn shivered delightfully as she agreed with him. She was a creature sent straight down from Valhalla. Just the sight of her, all pink and yellow and lovely. Or was it purple and blue? "Oi, a princess! I knew it, you royal thing," he purred, standing back up again. It seemed like no matter how he shifted, he was still uncomfortable. In fact, he was burning up. Dag was convinced that the only thing to satiate this hot itch was to be closer to her.

"I've always wanted to ravage a princess," he said, almost thoughtfully. He mouth was suddenly very, very dry. The storm raged on around them, the electricity in the air further fueling his lust. All of a sudden, he got the queer sensation that, despite sitting right there in front of him, Deathbelle was right next to him, pressing closely into his side. He could smell her everywhere. Dag bit back a groan.

"What d'you say to a little tussle, yndisleg? I'll go easy on ya." His voice was low and guttural. The male stood up, his hackles raised from the static in the air and the fungi. "Just me, your loyal servant, givin' you a good roll in the sand."

He reacted appropriately to her, just as she hoped. Mentioning her royal lineage, and she herself thought it quite obvious. Not everyone was trained to see it, and while she doubted that Dag was at least he knew to continue with his compliments. Belle nearly purred under his gaze, though his more common birth would keep her from truly allowing herself to submit to his touch, she enjoyed the attention. ”Is that so?” she asked in mock surprise at his bold words as he mused almost to himself.

Deathbelle’s form shifted as well as she pushed her legs beneath her as he offered a ‘tussle.’ She debated his meaning for a moment, and decided on both. With his hackles raised and bringing himself to his full height there was little question of a spar, but he also suggested much more. Belle had no intention of allowing him to touch her in more intimate ways, but if he did best her in battle she would more heavily consider the proposition.

”You sound much too confident, Dagfinn.” She told him as an amused grin tugged at her features. ”Because it will surely be me, rolling you in the sand.” and not in a good way. Her tail lashed at her dark furred hips as she lowered her head to align with her spine. Dark hackles raised down her spine as she pulled her lips back in a snarl that oddly looked like a grin.

She didn’t waste any time. There wasn’t much room between them, but Belle would attempt to rush towards him. Aiming to thrust her right shoulder into his chest and wrap her teeth around his right cheek. This would be a battle fought in close quarters, and already her skine was alight with fire.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 1 of 2?
Height: Large
Build: Light
Skill: Advanced

The spunky princess had his heart crushed in a vice. As the sky continued to illuminate the sand and Deathbelle stood up, for a moment - just a moment - he had the feeling that he was dead, and this was Valhalla, or something close. It certainly wasn't any cursed underworld. Belle's scent on the air was like another, better drug.

Dag stood completely still as she rushed him. What would normally register as sharp pain and heat from her teeth in his face felt like a revelation. He grunted his approval and leaned hard into it, enjoying the pleasure that his current mental state derived from her bite. Using his stockier frame, Dag set his legs and then heaved all of his weight against her, hoping to tumble her to the ground or wrench his head from her grasp.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 1 of 2
Height: Medium
Build: Medium
Skill: Beginner

He was like a brick wall, not what she had been expecting. They collided magically, her teeth sinking into the side of his face as he suddenly leaned into her violent touch. Magenta gaze gew wide as she tried to regain her balance. She tried to remain balanced on her toes, hackles raised and ivory tail waving proudly behind her. She released him so that she might not completely lose her footing to him. He was heavier than she was, and could have sat on her and she wouldn’t have been able to do much.

Belle acted a hare too slowly, and despite valiant efforts Dag sent her tumbling. She tried to use it to her advantage though and aimed to make it a controlled roll. She landed on her shoulder and let her haunches roll over her to land behind her, leaving her facing him once more. Belle pulled her lips back into a snarl and leapt at the man again, this time her arms aims to grapple at his neck, her jaws aiming for his muzzle as her chest aimed to slam into his and drive the breath from his chest.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 2 of 2
Height: Large
Build: Light
Skill: Advanced

Dag was too heavy to be moved by her much lighter frame, but instead he let her take him down. He tucked his muzzle just time for her jaws and teeth to graze just below his eyes. Blood beaded on the fresh scratches. It felt glorious. Thunder crashed again, and it felt like the boom passed through him and out of his toes, resonating back into the earth. Lightning colored the sky again, and Dag was absolutely certain that he was in love.

He sat roughly back his haunches, with Deathbelle's front legs wrapped around his shoulders and his head tucked down against her chest. His blood streamed on to the markings on her chest, and for a moment, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Distantly, a voice in the back of his head berated him for how sore he would be tomorrow, but it felt like something coming from a different dimension. It held no bearing here. Panting hard, Dagfinn surrendered to the glorious storm.

Deathbelle v Dagfinn for Spar
Round 2 of 2
Height: Medium
Build: Medium
Skill: Beginner

And the winner is...

DEATHBELLE

DAGFINN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Deathbelle: 246.1 Dagfinn 126.8