The night pressed in around Whisperer’s Gorge, a suffocating blackness that swallowed the world whole. Not a single star dared to pierce the sky, the void above mirroring the determination in Enyo’s heart. The gorge echoed her call. A sharp, unrelenting howl that demanded Medusa's presence. The challenge for the title of Femme Fatale had been issued, and Enyo would not leave without it.

Her breath came slow and steady, each exhale turning to mist in the cool night air. The pain from her previous loss to Medusa still lingered, having healed the wound on her body but not on her ego. The jagged scar that traced down her nose was a reminder of her failure. But she wore those wounds like armor, proof of her resilience. She was not here to lick old wounds,

She was here to win.

his time, she was prepared. More focused, more deliberate. She wouldn't be caught off guard. Nor would she be blindsided. Every step, every breath, was calculated. The maimed bob of her tail flicked slightly as her muscles coiled with restrained energy. She would not falter again. She could not. If Enyo lost this fight then she would get up again and again till one of them dropped. She stood tall. The armor on her body reflected the dim light. Her silver-blue and icy eyes burned with purpose. She belonged in that rank. It was hers by right, by power, and by sheer will.

Medusa’s scent drifted through the air, faint but distinct, signaling her approach. Enyo’s heart drummed in anticipation, her body vibrating with tension. She could almost taste the victory ahead.

This time, she wouldn’t just survive. She would dominate. She would show Medusa and anyone who dared doubt her that she was stronger, smarter, and better.

The night whispered around her, but Enyo stood unmoved. Silent. No fear. No hesitation. Just an insatiable hunger.



"SPEECH"

CODE BY SIN

Her ears perked at the sound of that familiar, challenging call. Her eyes lit up with the expectation of a good fight, especially with Enyo. They had gone at it twice before, with the second being more vicious than the first. Would a third time be the same? Rising from her craft, the Bone Queen stalked the halls, anticipation for a good fight brewing in her chest as her infamous grin began to split her masked face. Fights were always fun in her book. Even more so when it was one for a rank challenge! They had been rare up until the Dunamis family had arrived, and honestly, she appreciated their efforts. Enyo hadn't been happy about losing the last time, but hey, Medusa still commended her efforts and despite her opponents loss, she respected the piebald woman's efforts, tenacity, ambition, and spirit. She flexed her injured paw once or twice on the way, almost healed but not quite. Still, when did something like that ever stop her? Reaching Enyo's location, she gave a brief wag of her tail as dual-toned eyes settled on the Dunamis woman. "Medusa was hoping she would try again!" She chimed as she instinctively settled into her defenses. No doubt Enyo wanted the first move in her endeavor to achieve a higher position. Whether or not that was Enyo's true purpose, Medusa didn't care. She would take on any fight, any time, any where! "Speech"

Enyo’s lips curled into a sharp grin at Medusa’s arrival, the sight of the Bone Queen stirring both anticipation and irritation deep within her. The familiar fire of challenge burned inside her. This was a reckoning. A fight for rank. A fight for pride.

Her silver-blue and icy eyes locked onto Medusa’s, unwavering and filled with purpose. "I didn’t come here to try," she growled, her velvety voice low, cutting through the still air.

Without hesitation, Enyo lowered her center of gravity, her muscles tensing beneath her thick, rugged fur. Her broad shoulders shifted slightly as she distributed her weight, preparing to spring forward. The jagged scar across her face pulled as her grin widened, a reminder of the last time, but not a wound she carried with shame.

Her paws scraped lightly against the rocky ground, kicking up bits of dust as her tail gave a slight flick. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself.

"Come on, Bone Queen," she taunted, in a friendly way despite her gaze locked on Medusa with feral intensity. "Let’s finish this."

She braced herself for the first strike, coiled and ready. This time, she wouldn’t lose. Not again. And if she did she would immediately try again and again and again till she remained victorious.

ENYO vs Medusa for Rank Challenge
Round 0/1
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Berserker



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Made for Alo by Skelle !