NOTE: All Challenges are to be AW Threads.

Inexcusable. Inexcusable. Unforgivable. Chill left that place in a flurry, angered, insulted, and wanting revenge against Elysia. Didn?t that mutt know exactly whom she was messing with? She was playing with Chill, master of poison, mistress of deceit, and one who lacks many emotions. But this emotion was clear as day, it was rage, how dare she snap her dirty teeth in her face as if to shoo her away. Chill would remind this Elysia of her place, she would make her suffer, she would make her beg, and she would win this fight for dominance. Then again, she was clever enough that she could not rush head long into a dominance battle with the other female. What she knew from her short interaction with the other female was that she was younger and had less experience than herself. This tiny tidbit of knowledge was locked away inside of her head, but she would still proceed with caution. But that didn't stop her from setting away from the felines territory with hatred in her heart, carefully collecting the berries that for weeks she has been experimenting with. All those days in the snow with strangers, feeding them berries and plants to discover what they did, it would all add up to this moment in time that was approaching. She would have her revenge, and she wouldn?t be content until that bitch was on her back squirming for forgiveness in front of her, at the mercy of her paws. So she worked, her hatred driving her on as she marched into the battlefield. Pushing her body against trees she scent marked an area within a forested area before she set out about her work. Forelegs pumped, claws tearing at the earth as she tossed up the snow and grass. She continued to work, she would stop when hunger clutched her belly, and then rest for a few hours after, and then she would go straight back to work. After a few days, the entire wooded area was overturned, Chill was pleased with herself as she surveyed her masterpiece. The female turned away, patrolling the boundaries of her territory before she returned to the center of her arena that was now just dirt, the grass and snow tossed up in piles along the edges as she carefully walked around. Head lowered to the ground as she sniffed, and then swept her tongue out take some of the soil into her mouth. She continued to do it to the entire area, and after a few hours she had a mental catalog of the different types of soils, their properties, and densities, she was a clever creature. All true dominant wolves where clever creatures, not all battles could be won with brute force, some of them would take tact. Which lead her to the outskirts of her territory, her paws uncovered the stash of berries and slugs that she took with her, and methodically for hours she worked, her paws rubbing along the bodies of the slugs, gathering their slime she went back toward the center of the arena she made. Paws worked eagerly, digging a hole as she placed the slime in first, she then grabbed the pink berries and squeezed so their juices mixed with the slime that was in the hole. She twirled her paw inside, so that the slime was now a pink hue before trekked to the outskirts of the arena grabbed a few leaves and branches, covered the hole with it, and then covered the leaves and branches with dirt, so it blended in perfectly with the rest of her arena. She was a smart girl. She knew her opponent was around the same size at her, so she continued, digging holes and covering them up. At the end in total there where around five pits filled with some type of poisonous berry, or poisonous concoction that she would use during the battle to tip it even further in her favor. Then there where four traps that where just deeply dug holes covered with branches, that where in turn covered by dirt to blend in. They where just pit falls, dangerous drops meant to severely harm her opponent in battle and hinder her enemy?s performance. This was what she signed up for after all, warriors had their brute strength, she had her intelligence, traps, and poison making skills, and the girl would use them to their fullest. And to use them to their fullest it would take time. And time wasn?t anything she was too concerned with, though when this dirt death trap arena was all said and done, it took the girl a good week and a half to construct her dangerous game. Chill was here for dominance, glory, and her own special conviction. If she beat the cheeky girl, she was sure the rest would fall right in line. Hell, Chill even had plans to force the other girl to grovel in public once they where done here. Who was an evil bitch? She was an evil bitch. More time past as she waited for the ground to set and blend all together and while she rested her muscles from that exertion. But what this land would appear to be was earth torn apart by a raging animal, a child that threw a temper tantrum, but to other saboteurs this was a masterpiece. So Chill leaned her head back, nose pointed to the sky as she closed her eyes and thought about all the ways she would laugh when the other she-wolf fell into her traps. Shudders ran through her body as her voice clawed its way to the sky, howling her challenge. So she waited, head up, ears erect toward the sky and her tail head aloft above her back. The dirt that stained her fur was of no concern to her at the moment, her muscles shook in excitement, her body geared and ready for combat, or lack of combat since most of her tactics would be dancing along her traps and luring her opponent into them. She was a clever girl, and she would dine on her victory tonight. Speech,

She walked away, her muscles vibrating violently just under that white fur as the rage took over her heart. How dare that pup think she could lay claim to the Witch of the West the Mistress of Poisons. Chill would make her suffer, she would make her beg, and she would make her scream, but most importantly she would make her pay. But she was aware that she couldn?t do so at their current location, instead she decided to leave with Rin. Would it seem like she was fleeing? She hoped so; she even wanted the other female to ?chase down her prize.? Or the ignite rage within Satis?s soul to lead her into blindly following the alabaster girl. Chill continued to move forward through the underbrush that grappled at her fur as she approached the forestry section, and her posture slipped down into her defensive stance. Instead of her head being proudly projected toward the sky she would lower it so that it was in line with her spine, chin would dip down just a bit to protect her jugular from her opponent since she knew not of which way Satis would be approaching from. Tail used to lingering high in the air would swing downwards to fall in line with her spine anger would make it stand straight out in back of her, tense but ready to move in to provide her some sense of balance. From head to tail making a horizontal line. The alabaster girl would stalk back to the arena that she at first made for Ely, muscles powering her tiny body through the landscape. But what plagued her was her opponent didn?t respond to her challenge, didn?t even take the time to show up. The cheek of a few people, to snap their jaws towards their betters and expect to get away with such an insult. Chill was happy that Ely didn?t show up though, this allowed her traps and poisons to lay underground unharmed. In return it allowed Chill to think up a devious plan to overpower her opponent in a nasty manner. Chill would bait her opponent to this battlefield, though if Satis would follow or just stand there at the previous battlefield and forget about her claim, she would not know unknown the albino spawn arrived. Chill needed to quicken her pace. Muscles would roll under her fur, front legs elongating her stride. Paw pads pressed into the snow as claws penetrated the ground for traction as her gait went from an antagonized walk to an eager upbeat wolf trot. Neck would stretch forward so that her head was a little bit further out, ears would move around, forward, backwards, and to the side as she scanned the area for noises that would be out of place for an area such as this one. Once her scanning was done ears would pin down against her head, the thought was to make them a harder target in combat. Lets face it; she was too pretty to go around losing ears. Darting around though inside of her sockets where eyes that where constantly fanning through trees and brush that all surrounded her. Chill was aware that should she drop her guard, she could be the victim of an attack that she was not prepared for. Finally reaching the edge of the forest, she drew forward into another clearing she noticed that her arena has changed in more ways than one. Snow now softly littered the top of her traps, and the scent of the other poisons that lay hidden was masked in the snow. All at once Chill would frown, this worked in her favor for her traps, the extra weight on them would lower the weight threshold that would cause them to snap under someone. But it worked against her, she was already deducing that the potency of the hidden poisons where now close to forty percent, and would be of no use to her in this battle. But the traps would require testing, not pausing her gait for a second since she reached the forests edge she continued forward. Her short legs would bring her forward, the common sense part of her brain told her it probably wasn?t wise to test before a battle, but the mad scientist part wanted to make sure that this design would work in the future. Lost in her thoughts though legs would bring her over the trap. Something vibrated under her paws, and her ankles could feel it. The vibrations the branches under her paws shift ever so slightly, and the snow covering it would muffle the noise. Mental calculations was done, her above average intelligence, though she thought herself a genius would allow herself to do so. What she deduced was because of the excess snow, traps that would have held steady under a small and medium sized wolf would only hold her weight now, even then it was threatening to cave. All of this was done though under seconds, her gait not hitching as her cool persona coldly regarded all of this information that she was gathering on her traps. These where her masterpieces, her babies even, and this was a saboteur?s paradise, of this she was certain. When it all was said and done her legs would carry her to the middle of her arena. Legs would bend as she silently prepared herself to fight against a wolf that was larger, but younger. If she could defeat the heir of Glaciem here, maybe she could return hope to this world. So she continued to wait, the poison on her fur ready to do what it was designed to do. She worked weeks on this special concoction, which was how she met that woman in the northern lands that she called her own. She even remembered the vigor in how she explained what each of her children did. This one she was wearing she loved in the fondest sense of the word, it acted like a tranquilizing agent and would slow the muscles once the salvia of another wolf activated it. This particular poison would make this battle rather interesting, Chill was actually quiet curious in how Satis would defend or not defend against its potency. Chill would continue to wait, the snow softly falling from the sky as the time of noon was upon them. The battle was drawing near, her mind knew it, her body knew it, so adrenaline pumped through her veins. The white female would defend her honor and claim to her own person here. Her voice though, littered with hatred and disgust would ring out to call for her opponent. ?I will give you once more chance to retract your claim, for even if I lose this I will be worthless to you. I will make no traps and concoct no poisons for you or your pack.? When Frost is perfected then I will kill you. The last bit was a flash in her mind, she would still make poisons of course, but she would do so against Glaciem. Her poisons would set out into the world that hated Glaciem like a plague; anything that would maim and injure the pack would be more than enough to satisfy Chill. Strive she would to ruin that pack from the inside out. She would spread diseases, poison the water supply, poison the animals, and poison pups she did not like. All for revenge, one did not take a witch that they could not control, and one would not try to take a poison maker that would not be controlled. OOC: I have permission to use this thread?s traps from Andy since they where never touched. Also judges from this battle have already been picked. Gl;Hf should be a good fight. Speech,

She was wary as she would yield to the call of the strange woman; refusing to trek any closer than seemed safe, loitering against the blood-strewn lands than encompassed her. She was unsure as to the nature of the challenge, and yet no fear would strike her spirit. Rumour had it the mysterious wizard had never seen the violence of battle, and potentially relied wholly on what poor substances she chose to lace herself with. Peculiar, unnatural. The pallid physique was evident upon the reserve, her figure obvious, however her presentation not close enough to risk falling victim to whatever ridiculous plans the psychotic banshee possessed. ?Never did I want you; you lack appeal to any pack sane at mind. I seek punishment only for your brash actions of abduction towards a son of The King. For what reasons do you call me, what is it you so desire to challenge me for?? her voice was calm, however firm, reaching for the detachment that parted them, ?If you seek revenge, freedom, what be it- you will come to me; you challenge me and you fight on my terms, or else your efforts are void.? She was no fool. Muscle up, little magician, this is no fantasy or game of touch. ooc; I actually have no idea what this is, haha. Please write whatever you are challenging for as a clear ooc statement beneath your post. Also, no judges were chosen that involved speaking to me; so I?d like to talk with you about that. EDIT: Confirmed with Enchanted that this is the challenge: Chill vs. Satis for Freedom HOWEVER, Satis doesn't want to claim her if she is Kusugra's so this is probably unofficial until Kusugra gets in here.

NOTICE

Because this thread was never clarified as a challenge for freedom it is not valid nor defaulted. Also please do not post two consecutive posts in a thread, it negatively affects post counts. Please note that "poisons" are not valid in a fight as it is unrealistic for a wolf to use them.



If you would like to re-instate your challenge please create a new thread with a clear label for the challenge and inform your opponent of it. Thank You.