thanks for the fight, raii! it was really fun c: since you have a skype now, feel free to send any questions you may have to my skype!

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Pleasure surged through the ice queen?s steel veins as she felt the delightful shudder of fractured bone between her molars, appeased that she had managed to obtain her opponent?s mandible and had potentially downgraded the force at which he was able to bite. Numerous possibilities were presented to the wraith as their jaws interlocked ? with his lower jaw captive, she could potentially dislocate his jaw or permanently unhinge it with the simple wrenching of her own skull. Alas, as the male hit the ground, minutely clenching his jaws together to deepen the puncture wounds to the roof of her mouth and bridge of her snout to approximately a fourth-of-an-inch deep before releasing her, he somehow managed to free himself of her grip to his mandible by opening and closing his mouth. Although completely baffled by how he had managed to open and close his mouth to escape her grasp when she had a hold of his mandible [as, again, only the mandible does the biting/unhinging in a wolf and i never mentioned morphine would release it during my last post], the babe would not dwell too much on confusion, allowing herself to remain focused upon the fight as it waged on.


The renegade?s right forelimb would slide down from her left shoulder so that the babe could yet again straighten her posture, and as she reached towards the area beneath the male?s chin in hopes of asphyxiating him with her lifted right forepaw, she would be stopped short as the brute thrust his left forepaw into her right armpit, lightly lacerating the tender skin there as his nails snagged her flesh, causing the wounds to bleed mildly. In order to immediately reestablish her balance before she stumbled, the wraith allowed her paw to fall short of its intended target, essentially helping the male escape suffocation as he rolled away, leaving her nails to unintentionally purchase the left side of his neck as her right forepaw landed firmly on the ground once more.


As the brute rolled out of her reach, the wraith took a moment to ensure her defenses were secured, allowing for her skull to lower over her breast to protect her vital jugular, her chin to tuck against the curvature of her neck, and for her neck to scrunch to add further protection to her jugular in the form of excess rolls of fat. Shoulders would roll forward and hackles would rise to protect the nape of her neck, her limbs spreading equidistant apart while each bent slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity. Toes would splay across the ground and her nails would bite into the soil for traction, abdomen tensing as her tail tucked and pressed against her underbelly for added protection. Finally, metallic eyes would narrow to slits as her ears folded against the contours of her crown, jaws unhinging while her lips curled back to expose tainted incisors, inviting him to make his charge.


The once-father of her children would not disappoint her, barreling forward like a battering ram, his skull lowered in an effort to impact her own as he sprinted the short distance between them, coming at her from head-on. Not wanting to get her skull bashed in by the larger heathen, the wench sidestepped swiftly to her right, causing the man to fall short of his intended target as his cranium collided with the upper portion of her left-sided chest, moderate bruising blossoming immediately from the area of impact. In order to avoid being sent backwards as he collided into her, the wraith would immediately throw her weight forward in an attempt to push into him to lessen the damage to her chest, left forepaw lifting slightly from the earth (grounded limbs shifting slightly to optimize her balance) before attempting to slam down upon Seraphim?s right forepaw in hopes that bringing her weight down upon it would break it or at least cause a few broken toes. Regardless of whether or not she succeeded in impacting his right forepaw, the wench would immediately plant her left forepaw back to the safety of earth as the male swung around to her left.


In order to remain directly in front of him to prevent the ninety-degree angle he desired to form with their bodies, her hips would swing out to her right as his swung to her left, cutting off the perpendicular angle as the male reared back. His right forepaw would find sanctuary on her left shoulder and his left forepaw would fall upon the right side of her neck due to her shift in position, therefore eliminating the possibility of being pushed onto her side; however, before gravity managed to pull his weight down, the wench would begin her attempted assault. Hind limbs would push the woman forward in an attempted effort to hit the center of her upper-chest against the center of his lower-chest, intending to shove the male backwards and to knock him off-balance with the force of her weight, hoping that his (likely) compromised balance [compromised because he?s only on his hinds, see ooc note in summary for further explanation] would only aide her in this endeavor. In synchronization with her attempted lurch forward, unhinged jaws would attempt to turn left towards the area approximately five inches below the male?s right elbow (on the forelimb), intending to break the limb with the pressure applied behind her hopeful bite to it. All the while, defenses would remain upheld to the best of her ability, hoping that the battle would end soon with a decided victor.








MORPHINE vs SERAPHIM

for

DEATH


round

I ? II ? III

ATTACK attempt to slam her left paw onto seraphim?s right paw in hopes of breaking it with the help of her weight, attempt to hit the center of her upper chest against the center of seraphim?s lower chest as she lurches forward when he rears back in hopes of knocking him off-balance, attempt to clamp onto seraphim?s right foreleg approximately five inches below his elbow as she lurches forward in hopes of breaking the limb.

DEFENSES lowered skull over breast, chin tucked, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, limbs spread equally apart, limbs bent, toes splayed, claws out, abdomen tensed, tail tucked, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, jaws gaping, lips curled back. reestablishing her balance among her grounded limbs as she lifts her left forepaw. attempt to push forward with her hinds to avoid being pushed back from seraphim?s weight. moving to her right in order to avoid the skull-bash, swinging her hips to her right to bring herself directly in front of seraphim as he attempts to bring himself perpendicular to her.

INJURIES [previously: deep bruising to front of left shoulder, eighth-of-an-inch deep puncture wounds to the center of the bridge of her nose and the roof of her mouth, bleeding mildly.] puncture wounds to bridge of muzzle and roof of mouth now a fourth-of-an-inch deep, mildly bleeding still. light lacerations to armpit, bleeding mildly. moderate bruising to left-sided upper chest.

OOC sorry if this was a lot of movement in one post but i did my best to respond to each of seraphim's movements. in the post, [] indicate an ooc note while () are part of the actual ic post. in regard to stating that seraphim's balance is "compromised," i say this because his balance is more likely to be offset when all four limbs aren't grounded, even if his weight shifts evenly among his two grounded limbs.

THANK YOU ALY FOR A GREAT FIGHT and also for all of your help with my confusion ooc xD And sorry about all of my derps in this fight! GOOD LUCK <3

The brute would reach his target, his defenses maintained. His head remained lowered with his chin tucked to guard his throat, eyes narrowed, ears pinned against his head. Abdomen would remain taut, shoulders rolled forward, hackles raised, and legs and toes spread equidistant and bent slightly at the knees to distribute his weight. His tail would point out behind him, level with his spine. As he reached her and her left foot rose above his right he would slide the leg in her path back, but too late to be saved completely. Her assault would find its target on the ends of his two middle toes, which would break with the impact.


The wretch would redirect his intended head-butt, but he would pivot regardless, only realizing too late that she would anticipate his move and turn to face him once more. As his front legs rose to place his body at approximately a twenty-five degree angle from the ground, maintaining protection for his underside, his tail would curled against his stomach for added protection and his weight would shift to his hind legs, which remained in their original defensive position. He would take note quickly of her change in position and react accordingly, pushing off at the moment his paws would find purchase on her front and pulling his front legs toward him, knees slightly bent in preparation for reaching the ground. The woman would launch herself toward him and he would slide his hind right leg back slightly and dig his claws into the soil to brace for the impact.


As Morphine?s chest would contact his and an aching bruise would blossom, but it would be ignored. Her head would turn and her jaws would clamp down on his right ankle as a result of his attempt to pull the limb away from her body, breaking the bones within. Simultaneously the brute would unhinge his jaws in one final attempt to use the power of his bite. He would aim to clamp down on the exposed right side of her neck (see ooc explanation for comment), using his full force but focusing it primarily to the left side of his jaw. Regardless, this effort would turn the fracture in his right mandible to a full break, but he hoped to be rewarded with the tearing of flesh and tendon between his teeth.


Seraphim?s attempt to grab the bitch?s neck would take place just before he would thrust his left foreleg out toward the side of her right shoulder and push off of the ground with his hind left leg as he staggered from the impact of Morphine?s collision (since the bites took place at the same time as the chest bump, as per Morphine?s last round). He would try to use her grip on his ankle to his advantage as he fell, hoping that pushing with his left foreleg against her body as he fell as well as using his full weight would increase the speed and force of his fall. The position of her face turned to his right side would hopefully lead to that portion of her body hitting the ground first and bones would break as a result of the impact (Please note that hopefully carries through the whole sentence xD). If he was to die today, he wanted her to suffer from it.

Of course, if he lived, he would only be causing her extra pain on the path to her end.




Round 3 of 3 v. Morphine for Death



Attacks:Attempts to bite down on right side of Morphine?s neck (I don?t think that assuming it is exposed is pp because the right side would have to be exposed by her turning her head to the left) and tear flesh and tendon from the area. Attempts to push with left foreleg on her right shoulder and use dead weight to pull her to the ground on her face and break it.

Defenses: Eyes narrow, ears flat, tail raised (tucked against underside when he rises), head lowered, chin tucked, knees bent (on hind legs when he rises), widened stance (between hind legs when he rises), back toes spread, shoulders rolled forward, hind claws dug into ground, hackles rose, tightened abs.
Slid forepaw back, rose at 25 degrees to protect underside still, pushed off of Morphine as soon as paws landed, pulled forelegs back toward body and slightly bent knees, staggered back legs for better balance on impact.

Injuries: Deep bruising to his left shoulder, sprained ankle from the leg swipe, bruising to the left side of his torso from hitting the ground. Shallow wounds from Morphine?s first bite to his right cheek and from her second bite on both the top and bottom of his lower jaw. Fractured right mandible. Moderate cuts from Morphine?s claws on the left side of his neck. Minimal bleeding from wounds on mouth and fact, moderate bleeding from neck wound. Bruising on his forehead if he makes contact with Morphine's.
Two middle toes broken on right foot, moderate bruising on center chest, broken right ankle, right mandible fracture increase to a break, will have severe bruising to right side on falling to ground.






talk, think

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

MORPHINE vs. SERAPHIM for DEATH Round 1 Morphine: 10 for clarity. none 8 for powerplaying. ?If/When the wraith was within striking distance of her opponent? Avoid conditionals, or assuming she got within range. (-3) 10 for defenses. head lowered, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back, jaws parted, lips tucked, chin tucked, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, scrunched neck, limbs equally spread, legs bent, toes spread, toes biting into ground, tail, weight evenly distributed. 3 for attack. +4 Attempting to slam shoulder into chest (additional point given for maim attempt/use of momentum), -1 because this would probably slam his shoulder with equal force into Morphine?s own chest. +0 for bite to neck (She is 10 inches shorter than Seraphim. It is not logical to me that she?d be able to reach this part of his neck without rearing up), +0 for attempted trip up (if she was biting the other side of his neck, she wouldn?t be able to see her paw, so it?s not really realistic for it to be effective considering. Also not sure this movement is entirely realistic for a wolf) 10 for injuries.First round Round One Moprhine Total: 41/50 Seraphim: 0 for clarity. ?His shoulder would drop as he returned the charge? which shoulder? (-2) ?Seraphim would try to lessen the damage to his own shoulder by throwing his weight against hers? What is he trying to hit Morphine with? (-3)?and therefore would try to force her teeth to clamp around some portion of his maw? (-3) What part of his jaw? ?If he was successful in altering? It?s your job to say her jaws clamped around his maw. When you move your character and thus change where attacks may land, it?s your duty to say and explain where your opponent?s attacks hit. (-5) What damage did he get from them colliding? (-2) What side is he twisting his head to? (-2) 0 for powerplaying. ?If he was successful in altering? Don?t use conditionals (-3) ?He would hope that his change of position would line her outstretched jaws up with his face rather than his neck? Morphine is 10 inches shorter. If anything her jaws would be at his throat (-3) ?A grip on her muzzle, if he was successful in getting it, would aid him in his takedown attempt.? Conditional (-3) ? Upon hitting the ground, with or without Morphine, he would try to use the momentum from the fall to help him roll over his left side and get back to his feet quickly. ? Way too much movement in one post (-5). 10 for defenses. legs spread, body lowered, legs bent, weight centered, claws in ground, tail, ears, eyes, lips, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, head lowered, jaws parted. Rebalancing weight upon hind legs before lifting off. 4 for attack. +0 for attempt to bite Morphine?s muzzle (full points not awarded due to vagueness, and the fact that it?s hard to understand how twisting his head to the side would get him a bite on Morphine) +3 for attempting to pull Morphine to the ground with him (full points given due to size difference, which would make this attack incredibly effective, especially since Morphine?s opposite leg is lifted) +1 for effectiveness grip on muzzle would have on dragging down Morphine 10 for injuries. First round. Bruising to chest/shoulder, bite to jaw Round One Seraphim Total: 24/50 Round 2 Morphine: 7 for clarity. ?only her front half would lower to the earth as he hit the ground, neck muscles tensing and back attempting to slope to her right and away from his forelimb in an attempted effort to resist his weight? This doesn?t really make sense. It?s hard to understand what you?re trying to say here (-3) 0 for powerplaying. ?the male would fail to offset her balance completely? you need to explain why this failed, especially considering the large size difference between Seraphim and Morphine (-3) ?hoping to position herself straight out from the top portion of his ribcage? This is a lot of movement to make in the time that Seraphim is falling (-5). Honestly, considering the grip he has on her muzzle and the size difference, I am really uncertain how Morphine did not fall, even with her movements (-5). 10 for defenses. weight distributed amongst three grounded limbs, head lowered, chin tucked, jaws parted, tail, legs spread equally, legs bent, toes spread, claws gripping soil, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched 5 for attack. +4 for attempting to bite Seraphim?s jaw (extra point granted for maim attempt) -3 for potential for this attack to further harm Morphine by driving his lower teeth up through the roof of her mouth. +4 for attempting to stamp on Seraphim?s throat (extra point for vital area) 4 for injuries. deep bruising to left shoulder (-2) Bite/grip to muzzle/mouth (-4) Round Two Morphine Total: 26/50 Seraphim: 6 for clarity. How much damage was done to his neck? (-2) ?Seraphim would swing his hips around? Which direction? (-2) 0 for powerplaying. ?In immediate reaction, he would tighten his grip upon her nose? Even though it seems logical that he?d be able to do this, you still need an ?attempt?, because it affects Morphine. (-5). How does he release Morphine when she?s gripping his jaw back? (-5) It doesn?t seem logical to me that he would be able to avoid Morphine?s paw with his roll (-3) ?as he leapt deftly to his paws just a few feet away from the witch and swung his hips to meet her head on again.? Way too much movement for one post. (-5) ?A moderate bruise would bloom on his own skull from the impact if it occurred, but he would ignore it.? Don?t write this injury yet. It should be in the next round, otherwise you?re assuming it hit (I?m deducting this in the next round if it occurs) (-3) ?Immediately upon reaching her? Don?t assume he was able to reach her (-2) ?If he succeeded, he would drop the entirety of his weight onto his front paws? Conditional (-3) 10 for defenses. tail tucked, legs spread, body lowered, knees bent, claws biting ground, weight on toes, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, head lowered, chin tucked, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back. 4 for attack. +1 Attempting to bite down harder +1 for paw attack (really wouldn?t be effective enough; it wouldn?t damage Morphine at all and probably wouldn?t stand to delay her attack) +1 for attempting to head butt Morphine (effective attack due to distance, potential to give Seraphim brain damage. Also puts him in an awkward position because of the 10 inch height difference. Extra point for maim attempt) +1 for attempting to knock Morphine down (considering he?d have no momentum behind this and Morphine has a lot of time to balance herself, it?s not likely to work. Additional point for maim attempt) 3 for injuries. Fractured mandible (-5), moderate scrapes to neck (-2) Round Two Seraphim Total: 23/50 Round 3 Morphine: 6 for clarity- ?Although completely baffled by how he had managed to open and close his mouth to escape her grasp when she had a hold of his mandible? Honestly, comments like this should be left out of fights. If there is confusion, PM Raii or ask a judge. It?s not polite to have something like this said in character (-2). ?the wraith would immediately throw her weight forward in an attempt to push into him? Push into him with what? You probably mean her chest, but specification is still needed. (-2) 4 for powerplaying. ?Would immediately throw her weight forward in an attempt to push into him to lessen the damage? This would probably worsen the damage, so it?s confusing why it didn?t do that? (-2) ?Regardless of whether or not she succeeded in impacting his right forepaw, the wench would immediately plant her left forepaw back to the safety of earth as the male swung around to her left.? Too much movement. Allow Seraphim to react to the foot before placing it down (-2). I didn?t deduct for this because Seraphim?s movement almost forced Morphine?s movement, but charging forward and completely turning around after is a bit too much movement. Lack of damage from Seraphim?s claws (they landed and he was moving down, they should have done some sort of damage) (-2) 8 for defenses. head lowered, chin tucked, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled, hackles raising, legs spread equally, legs bent, body lowered, toes spread, claws biting into soil, tail, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back, jaws parted, lips curled. -2 didn?t adjust balance when she lifted her foot. 9 for attack. +1 for attempting to counter head butt (considering the size differences, she might strain his neck, but I don?t think it?s likely she would be able to avoid being pushed back as intended), +3 for attempting to break Seraphim?s toes (one point not given due to the fact that this would probably knock Morphine off balance, bonus point given for maim attempt) +1 for attempt to off balance Seraphim (while it?s likely she would offset his balance by moving forwards, it?s unlikely their chests would collide due to the height difference) +4 for bite to leg (extra point for maim attempt) 5 for injuries. Worsened damage to mouth (-2), slight lacerations to arm pit (-1), Moderate bruising to chest (-1). scrapes to shoulder and neck (deducted by judge, -1) Round Three Morphine Total: 32/50 Seraphim: 4 for clarity- ?As Morphine?s chest would contact his and an aching bruise would blossom, but it would be ignored? How much damage was caused? (-2) Specify how many bones in his ankle (there are quite a few) were broken (-2) ?The position of her face turned to his right side? Considering his broken leg is in her mouth and she was attacking from the inside, his leg and side are more likely to hit the ground first (-2) 6 for powerplaying. ?As he reached her and her left foot rose above his right he would slide the leg in her path back, but too late to be saved completely.? You can?t change your attack after it?s already been launched (-2). ?bones would break as a result of the impact? I realize you put an OOC note after this, but you still need a ?hopefully? in here. I?m not allowed to judge by OOC notes. You?re not allowed to dictate what damage Morphine would get. (-2) 10 for defenses. head lowered, chin tucked, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, legs spread, toes spread, knees bent, tail, weight in hind legs, claws in soil. 5 for attack.+3 bite to neck (full points not awarded due to him not being able to use his jaw?s full force, bonus point for vital area/vulnerability use)+2 for knock over attempt (while more likely than his previous attempts to knock her over, still not as likely considering his more off balance position and her balanced stance. Extra point given for Morphine?s muzzle being turned that way, which would potentially result in her jaw/mouth being damaged upon impact) 1 for injuries. -1 moderate bruising to chest, -1 moderate bruising to head, -3 broken toes, -5 broken right ankle Round Three Seraphim Total: 26/50 Totals: Morphine: 99/150 Seraphim: 73/150 And the winner is... Morphine! Final results pending Vivien?s judging. Damage: Morphine- pending. Seraphim - pending. Notes: Tips for both writing, and some suggestions. Honestly, with the both of you the issue was too much movement. Fights take place in fractions of seconds; you need to realize what timing would work in those fractions of seconds. Both of you did excellent with defenses, with very few deductions there. Aly, the big thing that got you was with Morphine's positioning, and why certain things did and didn't happen with her. You did very well to include aggressive attacks and maim attempts, which were appropriate considering this was a fight to the death. Raii, I honestly felt like, while your taking of damage was admirable, more counters and avoidance of heavy damage could be used, for if you notice the difference in injuries really accounted for a lot of the score difference in this fight. It also might have been beneficial for Seraphim to have gone for more vital areas on Morphine, and to try to maim her more and make better use of their massive size difference. If you guys have any questions about this, feel free to Skype me or hit me up with private message about what you would like clarification on. - By [MUSE]

Seraphim vs. Morphine for Death Round 1 Morphine: CLARITY: 10 / 10 Clear post. POWERPLAYING: 10 / 10 No powerplaying found. DEFENSES: 8 / 10 Full points for protected throat, narrowed eyes, pinned ears, ready jaws, balanced stance, splayed toes, tensed stance. ATTACK: 10 / 10 Full points for slam to Seraphim's right shoulder, attack to left side of neck, swipe at left limb. INJURIES: 10 / 10 First round. No injuries. Round one Morphine Total: 48 / 50 Seraphim: CLARITY: 9 / 10 "he would hope that his change of position would line her outstretched jaws up with his face rather than his neck" You're supposed to determine where the attack lands. POWERPLAYING: 10 / 10 No powerplaying found. DEFENSES: 10 / 10 Full points for ready stance, spalyed toes, balaned tail, pinned ears, narrowed eyes, ready jaws, protected throat, counter to shoulder attack. ATTACK: 10 / 10 Full points for shoulder attack, attack to muzzle, grip with left limb. INJURIES: 10 / 10 First round; no penalty. Bruised left shoulder, bite wound to face/maw, sprained anckle, lightly bruised side. Round one Seraphim Total: 49 / 50 Round 2 Morphine: CLARITY: 10 / 10 Clear post. POWERPLAYING: 10 / 10 No powerplaying found. DEFENSES: 10 / 10 Full points for protected throat, ready jaws, tucked tail, tense stance, balanced stance, splayed toes, narrowed eyes, pinned ears, raised hackles. ATTACK: 8 / 10 Full points for continued attack to cheek, attack to Seraphim's lower jaw, attack to throat. INJURIES: 6 / 10 Bruised left shoulder, bite wound to upper jowl. Round two Morphine Total: 44 / 50 Seraphim: CLARITY: 7 / 10 "his roll would begin" in which direction is he rolling? "If he should fail..." avoid using if this/then that statements especially when the ifs are so different from one another. POWERPLAYING: 8 / 10 "his jaws would part and he would pull his head back" You assume Morpine also let go. DEFENSES: 10 / 10 Full points for protecting injured jaw, tucked tail, roll to side?, balanced tail, balnaced stance, ready stance, splayed claws, raised hackles, protected throat, narrowed eyes, pinned ears. ATTACK: 7 / 10 Full points for continueing attack to Morphine's upper jaw, attack to Morphine's lower chest, headbutt to head, shove to left side. INJURIES: 2/ 10 Minor bitewound to right cheek, bite wound to bottom jowl, fractured right mandible, scratch to left side of neck. Round two Seraphim Total: 34 / 50 Round 3 Morphine: CLARITY: 10 / 10 Viv sucks, yo. POWERPLAYING: 4 / 10 "Although completely baffled by how he had managed to open and close his mouth" Please be polite in your posts. "in hopes that bringing her weight down upon it would break it" if her weight is balanced on her other legs, this isn't really possible. " to prevent the ninety-degree angle he desired to form with their bodies" Perhaps Seraphim was also pivoting while she moved? Try to give your opponent time/space to react and not to completely change positioning. DEFENSES: 10 / 10 Full points for protected throat, balanced stance, splayed toes, tense stance, tucked tail, narrowed eyes, pinned ears, ready jaws, counter to headbutt. ATTACK: 5 / 10 Full points for attack to lower chest, attack to right limb. INJURIES: 5 / 10 Damage more severe to upper jowl, scratches to armpit, bruised upper chest. Round three Morphine Total: 29 / 50 Seraphim: CLARITY: 10 / 10 Clear post. POWERPLAYING: 10 / 10 No power playing found. DEFENSES: 10 / 10 Full points for protected throat, narrowed eyes, pinned ears, tense stance, raised hackles, splayed toes, balanced stance, balanced tail, counter to position change. ATTACK: 4 / 10 Full points for attack to right side of neck. INJURIES: 0 / 10 Two broken toes on right foot, bruising to chest, broken right ankle, broken right mandible, bruising to right side. Round three Seraphim Total: 34 / 50 Totals: Morphine: 126 /150 Seraphim: 117 / 150 And the winner is... Morphine! Because both judges have the same verdict, this fight will result in Seraphim's death. Damage: Morphine - Damage more severe to upper jowl, scratches to armpit, bruised upper chest. Bruised left shoulder, bite wound to upper jowl. *Seraphim's last attack pending; determined by your next post. Seraphim- Bruised left shoulder, bite wound to face/maw, sprained anckle, lightly bruised side. Minor bitewound to right cheek, bite wound to bottom jowl, fractured right mandible, scratch to left side of neck. Two broken toes on right foot, bruising to chest, broken right ankle, broken right mandible, bruising to right side. Notes: Sup dudes. I appreciate the clarity and lack of powerplaying in this right. It was very realistic, very clever moves were used in the fight and I had a great time judging it. Aly - Great job as always! Your attacks were awesome. Plz refrain from using OOC too much in your posts, judges assigned to a DM will be able to determine realism on their own and the comments can come off as rude. Raii - You also did an amazing job! I am really impressed! The one thing I would suggest, and I STRONGLY suggest this, don't give in so much to your opponent's attacks. You allowed severe consequences to almost each attack by Morphine and lost many points because of this. - Vivien

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



The delightful crack! of splintered bone breached the ice queen?s auditory system as her powerful incisors connected further down upon her adversary?s forelimb than desired, the bone-crushing velocity of her jaws easily breaking the male?s ankle as he pulled the appendage closer to his chest to avoid the brunt of her assault. Although she had targeted the area nearest to the elbow in hopes of eliminating Seraphim?s ability to maintain his footing, breaking his ankle would, essentially, help the wraith achieve the same result, and pleasure soon found its way writhing through her interior as she realized the bleakness of the behemoth?s situation. His injuries were adding up, and even as the male managed to drive his incisors through the center-portion of her right-sided neck to approximately an inch in depth, she could practically taste victory upon her tongue. The sensation only intensified as her chest succeeded in colliding with that of the male?s, forcing him to collapse upon his side as the satisfying cacophony of ruptured bone yet again drifted through her pinned ears ? his bite had obviously done him more harm than good.


His forepaw would press firmly against her shoulder, the force of his mass successful in bringing her down with him as he fell, but the wraith would not allow her precious face to receive the brunt of his weight. Jaws would unhinge from the male?s ankle, muzzle angled upward towards the brute?s countenance and upper neck as she sought to finish what she started. Skull would tilt to the left and jaws would lunge for the upper right-sided portion of Seraphim?s neck, lower jaw seeking to pierce the area just beneath the male?s chin to puncture the veins located there while her upper jaw would seek the upper-right corner of his neck. Body would hit the earth with a great thud!, deep bruising blossoming upon her left side as it impacted the earth, her adversary?s body following suit and bringing his vulnerable neck between her gluttonous jaws where her incisors would slave over penetrating his veins. Blood poured into her aching jaws, a deep rumble resonating through her chest cavity out of satisfaction ? it was over now. Rather than end the behemoth?s life quickly, the phantom would relinquish her grasp to his neck, struggling free from her close proximity to the fallen beast as she regained her footing, metallic gaze sweeping through the masses that had gathered before finally pinpointing the pathetic heap of her fallen opponent.


?You brought this upon yourself, my sweet,? the wraith would state placidly despite the pain that radiated from the wounds obtained, speech meant only for his ears as she drew nearer to his side to examine the damage dealt. Yes ? she was certain that she had succeeded in her endeavor, but would remain at his side to witness as the life drained from his meager body. A smirk would claim her tainted countenance as she waited, the adrenaline undying even through the recognition of victory. She had purged the world of another traitor ? a crusade she had taken up upon the demise of the renegade Cyanide.

So the battle would ensue, his parents would battle each other for their lives. His heart would wretch as each one would pull at the other's life force. He could hardly stand to stay back and simply watch the two destroy each other. With a final sickening snap Ares could feel the end of the battle overtake him. Morphine would pull away, obviously injured but even more so obviously the victor. He could feel the awful realization over take his senses and suddenly he wasn't quite as present as he had been. Surrounded by a red haze he would move forward, first unsure, but as his steps continued he would become more stable. His ears were pulled back, and his face completely neutral as he came upon the wraith that had ended his sire's life. He couldn't see her as him mother anymore, as her selfish form drew in Seraphim's essence he would suddenly strike. He wasn't going for anything but the same place that she would strike to end the man's life. He didn't care if she struggled back, he hardly cared that he was even attacking her. He felt a great fuzz about him and all he wanted was her end as well. The other's gathered were of no matter to him, he cared not for the future, he would just let his body do its work. Speech,

The fall would take place as intended for the most part, his weight forcing the bitch down with him, with one flaw. His neck was left exposed just enough to render him vulnerable with not defense and he realized too late. Too late to be saved.



Other injuries became obsolete as he felt the snap of tendons and veins. Everything became a blur - he was on the ground, but couldn't remember why, and he was hot with the blood that seemed like it had come too quickly. It was in this moment on the ground that he realized he was dying slowly enough to be conscious for it. He heard the venomous words Morphine spat at him and returned the favor, spitting blood toward her feet as it filled his lungs and began to choke him. He felt no pain though. He was far past pain, the acceptance in his mind clouding the sensation. He had come to terms with his death long before it was certain, knowing that he was doing the right thing whether others saw it or not. He hoped that Artemis and Codeine would know that he had done it in the hopes of truly being a father to them, of having a relationship, of being happy. Because, honestly, as happy as he was with Ares and Devya it would never be complete.



His eyes would search for Devya as the thought of her crossed his mind and he hoped that they would show more than a nearly lifeless void, that she would see how much he had loved her as though she had been his own from birth. He would find her, and he would find Ares. His blurring gaze would follow the boy's movements, his slow march to their spot. Even with his failing eyes and his failing mind, he guessed his son's intentions immediately. He wanted to get up, he wanted to stop him, but he could do nothing. He could only watch, the last thing he would see the lunge of the boy's jaws toward his mother's throat.



Of their own will, his lids would fall over vacant orbs, a slow blink. He knew that when they opened again he would see no more, so in his final moment he prayed that the feud would end. That his children would find peace between them again, that Ares's actions would not result in harm to him from anyone. Seraphim hoped that somehow, someway, he would see them all happy.



-exit Seraphim by death-






talk, think

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

	The fight before her gave her minutes to reflect, as she pondered the outcome. Seraphim could hold his own. She knew that, but she worried for the ivory brute that had been so kind to her. So good. She reflected on when they first met. The kindness of his verdant eyes as she stared into him, as he asked her about herself, the kindness of his words then and the promise to speak again. Returning to her home, confused about her emotions, her heart light she had gotten back to work, doing her duty. Tending to mothers, and herself, she would mate with the king producing a litter for him as well. When the siege came, she was wary. She had become wary of the kings motives, as it seemed to her, it was needless. He had the girl. Why take the kingdom to war over a girl? When a baritone call had rang through land, the day the mass of the pack had left to fight she had moved towards it, pregnancy slowing her trip until she found herself face to face with the man she had met before. He hadn?t shunned her for her pregnancy to the king, rather had asked her to come with him to Tortuga. She knew that she couldn?t leave. She had plead her fealty to the king and no one just walked away from him. However, the king of Glaciem wasn?t he villain here, she had realized that now. She had made the decision and she would live with it. When she had went to Valhalla to plead with their healer for an herb that she felt would give her pups a fighting chance, she had never intended to go into labor. Never in a million years did she plan to be on the doorstep to Valhalla when the kings pups would be borne, and never had she hoped to see Seraphim in her moment of weakness, in the death of her two pups and the live birth of the last. She watched the fight she was horrified to realize what was happening, even though she could do nothing to stop it. From where she stood she could hear an audible crunch, and her heart stopped beating in her chest. No. No. No?. This wasn?t happening. She watched as the male crumpled to the ground, and as one of the many white wolves in the clearing moved, towards the queen that had killed her knight. She watched, horrified. She physically couldn?t move. The kind hearted man who had made her feel special, who had made her feel as if she was worth more than what she viewed herself to be was dead. The freezing effect of panic lasted only moments, and she rushed to her paws, rushing to Seraphim?s side, opposite the pair of white wolves. Nosing his fur, she knew in heart the truth of the matter. There was nothing she could do for him now. There was no way she could save him, the way he had saved her. She had failed him. She was oblivious to all others in the clearing, the growing mass that had cluttered the area to watch the brave wolf?s downfall. Backing a step away from the white beast she stared numbly at him, not feeling much of anything. She wouldn?t move from that spot, her head hanging low, near him her mind reflecting on the few shared memories she had with him, as grief worked its way through her. A broken whisper would leave her, "I'm so sorry Seraphim..."

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With bated breath, the porcelain prodigy observed in silence as the ice queen promptly breached the premises of the battlefield, calm and collected even as the tension between she and Seraphim engulfed the amphitheater. Subconsciously, the wraith would lower her chest to the earth as the battle commenced, uncertainty clouding her diseased mind as she watched with dilated pupils, mismatched gaze unwavering from the pallid forms of her parents even as she felt the warmth of her littermate encompass her side. A multitude of scents writhed through her nasal cavity as witnesses gathered upon the sidelines, each waiting for the inevitable outcome in a state of total silence; death would soon beckon either of her parents to a realm far beyond their current, and the babe could not help but succumb to the dread of this realization. With each sickening crack! of ruptured bone and splatter of crimson liquid upon the earth, the sinewy muscle lurking beneath her pallid exterior would contract accordingly ? a minute flinch with each injury either parent sustained that would serve as a step closer to their impending execution. Quickly, the babe would decipher the defeated from the victor as her sire?s grave injuries began adding up, and although it was the conclusion she had expected even before the challenge had been issued, angst gnawed away at the confines of her calculating mind as she awaited the unavoidable. As her mother and father rapidly descended in their final fall, each with a fatal grip upon the other?s neck, the wraith allowed her skull to elevate from its perch upon the backs of her forepaws, anxiety seeping through her pores in the form of a concerned stare as she attempted to process what had just occurred. The deity she had sold her soul to detached herself from Seraphim?s grip, and despite the relief that consumed her upon the recognition of her mother?s victory, she would remain stagnant in her stance. Amethyst and metallic gaze would remain fixated upon the fallen form of her brutish sire, almost pleading for the faintest twitch or sign of life upon his body, and yet her eyes would not receive what they subconsciously desired to envision ? he was gone after suffering the extensive wrath of the ice queen. While pride coursed through her veins at her mother?s achievement, a void had manifested too, solemnly aware that she may have been able to convince her mother against assassination. It mattered little now, however; what was done, was done ? for good. The babe would not rush to congratulate her mother on her victory nor would she stir to aid the woman with the injuries she had obtained throughout the battle, statue-esque in composure as shock settled into the pit of her gullet. It was not until her brother abruptly burst forward that her attention finally diverted from the lifeless corpse of her father, oblivious to Ares? intentions until his unhinged jaws extended to seize their mother?s jugular. ?No! Without so much as a moment?s hesitation, the phantom prodigy leapt to her paws, mismatched gaze narrowed in on Ares? left side as she sought to close the gap between their bodies before his jaws connected upon their intended target, elongated limbs pumping swiftly as if she could stop what was fate. Rage seared through her interior as her brother?s incisors penetrated the life-supplying veins in their mother?s neck, causing the wounds to weep a deep crimson that screeched of their severity before the bitch could comprehend what her sibling had managed to do. Pain radiated through her shoulder as she successfully collided into her brother?s side, forcing him to relinquish his grasp upon their mother?s neck and stumble out of her way. Ares had committed a crime so unforgiveable, and yet, he would not fall subject to her wrath quite yet as her eyes turned upon the crumbled heap of her mother?s motionless form, limbs bending to bring her closer to the earth where her mother lain. ?M..mother?? the doppelganger muttered, eyes welling with tears for the first time as emotion seeped through to her exterior. Salmon tongue writhed through her velveteen lips as she desperately attempted to cleanse the bleeding wounds afflicted upon her mother?s neck, blindly hoping that she would somehow manage to heal the woman with naught but her saliva. ?Do not leave me too. "Please..."

Battle would rage and she was helpless, able only to watch the white witch threaten her fathers life. Jaws met flesh, blood spilled, bones cracked. Audits had flattened against her skull, toes digging into the earth in an attempt to keep her in place. And it was all over in a matter of minutes, though it felt like eternity. The ivory pair fell, jaws locked onto one another. Bodies hit the earth with a muted thud. The dark girl shifted, pressing into Ares side. And then it happened. A strangled gasp slipped from inky lips. The pale bitch seized her fathers throat, blood immediately cascaded free, staining his ivory pelt. The moment he was released she would rush forward, tears blurring her vision. Frantically she searched her fathers gaze, finding only love in his fading verdant pools. "Father." Hoarse whispers would find their way to his ears. She fell beside him, pressing herself against his side, blood matting her dark pelt. Soft choking would subside, her fathers form fall deathly still, his eyes sliding closed. She strangled her cry, choking it down, clenching her eyes shut. She would not allow them to see her like. She needed to be strong. Long limbs would push the girl upward, blood slowly dripping off her bodice. Her gaze first sought out Ares, but he was not where she had left him. Eyes darted quickly, growing frantic at his sudden absence. Cries would fill her ears, turning her attention to Morphine. Horror widened her eyes as blood cascaded from Ares jaws that where wrapped around his mothers throat. Artemis collided with him, forcing the brute to release his now fallen mother. For a moment she was a paralyzed, unable to move. First she witnessed her fathers death, and now she witnessed the death of another by the jaws of the one she cared so deeply for. What happening? Limbs regained their function, propelling her forward, strides quickly closing the distance between herself and Ares. With minute force she would push into his side, hoping to knock him back a step, it was the one time that she would put herself between Ares and his weakened sister. Blue and green orbs would search his face, waiting for the realization to hit him. He had just murdered his mother. Blood stained coats mingled, distressed flared in her chest. "Ares." It was a soft plea, begging him to come back to her. There was no undoing this. Briefly she would cast a glance over her shoulder, eyes hardening as they swept over the fallen bitch and her daughter. There was now only one left. Artemis. One day she would pay for the havoc she caused. Speech,

The battle that unfolded before the boy fascinated and excited him. It piqued his interest in ways he could not comprehend, he wanted to know more, wanted to learn more. The boy would watch as blows were exchanged, salmon tongue swiping across ebony lips, eyes widening so he did not miss anything. Small tail beating against the ground and front paws kneading at the ground slightly, as he forced himself to remain seated despite wanting to move forwards for a better look at the fighting. He probably should have been scared, worried but he was much too caught up in the action to register that there might be a negative outcome. He would be partially right in not worrying, as he watched the white shape break away briefly from her target only for him to fall prey to her parted jaw, the white shape he knew as his mother. A grin would spread across dark features as she realized what had happened. His mother was victorious the fallen shape of her opponent laying unmoving at her paws. He was about to rise to his paws to join her, to be with her when chaos broke out. If only he had known how his whole world was about to buckle beneath him in those short seconds. A shape darted forwards, jaws parted to tear out his mother?s throat. Then another shape was pushing its way towards the attacker. Pushing him away from the falling form of his mother; she was falling as though in slow motion and he was rising to his paws at the same speed, much much too slow. The world was slowing down, each step he took felt like a year as he finally pushed his way towards his mother. He had kept behind the gathered wolves but now, he did not care, he would run to his mother?s side even as centuries passed him by. His eyes would remain locked on the fallen form, unaware of anyone else who might be there. Finally the boy would reach her, stopping suddenly to stare down at her. Unmoving he could not bring himself to accept that this pathetic form was his mother. He was panting, and it was only as he finally regained control of his limbs and was pushing into the form that he realized there were tears streaming down his face. Where his sister begged and pleaded with the already lifeless wraith, Novocaine simply clung to her unwilling to accept what his senses were telling him. There was only one other thought on his mind, revenge. The male that had done this would pay, one day, one way or another he would feel the boy?s rage. Talk like this

It was a strange feeling of puzzled confusion that presented it itself; ruby gaze watching with scrutinizing wonder as Eris seemed to join the crowd. At first Isardis believed she too were here for Artemis, however her gaze did not meet either of the Glaciem?s but instead seemed fixated upon the fight that would so rapidly unfold. She seemed void, mysteriously so as the duo would rage and brawl; the satisfying crushing of bones and the oozing of blood enough to suggest who truly was the winner. Morphine stood supreme, Isardis lowered against his quarters with bemusement as his mind played a silent applause for the pale vixen?s win; wasn?t it so brilliant to watch the clockqork within a killers mind? The way they relaxed only when their opponent lay lifeless. Distraught wolves would crowd, inching towards the pale man in an effort to weep brittle goodbyes; what was odd, was the fact that Eris was one of them. But it would not plague him, for as quickly as Morphine had stated her brilliance, another was quick to shatter her hopes of living. And oh, just as easily as she had done, Morphine was now sprawled also beneath the feet of a boy. Lifeless, dead. The events that unfolded were shocking, however fantastically so; though as Artemis would usher forth with emotional desperation, Isardis would be quick to step forth also. Lips bared in a snarl as hackles would raise, he would begin to guard the body of the deceased woman and the girl that clutched helplessly to her death. His place here was unknown, doubtable, but he would protect his Overseer with the last inch of his being. Saliva dripped from pale jowls as he patrolled the outline of her murder scene, ears pinned to his scalp as he also allowed Artemis her distance. ?Your word,? was all he muttered, ruby gaze pinned to the boy who had murdered Morphine. His body was at Artemis? expense.

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Pride swelled within her chest cavity, the sensation extravagant enough to force the thought of pain and of possible repercussions to the back of her ever-scheming mind as her gleaming metallic gaze bore into the verdant of her fallen adversary?s. Fury began ebbing away from her interior in favor of inexorable mirth as she witnessed the life dissipate from his eyes, her paw subconsciously lifting from the safety of the earth as he spat at her feet in one final act of contempt before his distressed allies flocked to his deathbed, disregarding the ice queen?s looming presence as they silently bade the male farewell. Disdainfully, she examined both women ? one she hadn?t met before and another she could only assume to be the bitch that had insulted her supreme genetics only to take a liking to her son ? contemplating then if either had been oblivious to the fact that the male had died upon his own accord. She had given him the choice to live his life in peace without her intervention, and yet, he had decided to test her nerves and the extent of her wrath by forcing himself into the lives of their children. ?No. They were hers and would always remain hers ? he had simply played his part as a sperm donor and that had been that. It had been she who had provided for and mentored the babes until they decided she was not worthy of their presence due to her loss of crown and prestige. He had done nothing, just as he was instructed to.


Digits flexed impatiently against the earth as blood continued to pour from the goliath?s gaping wounds, attention unwavering from Seraphim even as her son impulsively lurched forward in hopes of thieving the life from her very own veins. Unguarded and inattentive to her surroundings, it was not until the juvenile was within striking distance that she even took notice to his approach, muzzle turning towards him curiously, entirely oblivious to his intentions. Rather than meeting his pastel lavender gaze with unveiled confusion, the ice queen instead glimpsed a flurry of yellowed teeth as they grappled for her flesh, pupils dilating then as the audible crunch! of severed veins resounded from her seized jugular. Inexplicable pain radiated from her neck as her son held her hostage betwixt ruthless jaws, own jaws gaping as she desperately attempted to gasp for air. After what felt like a century, he relinquished his grasp for reasons unknown, blood heavily cascading from her fatal wounds as she first collapsed to her knees and then to the tainted arena floor.


Motionless she lay aside from the occasional heaving of her chest as she filled her lungs with the final bits of oxygen she would ever receive, pupils fixated upon the infuriated form of her murderer. The boy who had idolized her in his youth ? the boy who had relentlessly urged for her approval as a child ? her Ares ? now hovering above her pathetic form with belligerence and utmost loathing. Despite his heinous crime and act of pure treachery, the ice queen found herself void of disdain or anger towards her son; he was her son, after all, and nothing he could do would ever earn her spite ? not even ending her life. ??See?? the ice queen managed through her complications, tone hoarse albeit kind. ?You didn?t need me to become something great.? A weak smile stretched across her bloodied countenance as her gaze turned to ensnare his own, eyes softened despite the pain. She hadn?t the chance to spend much time with the boy and yet, there he stood, reigning victorious over his mother in more ways than one.


The muted and incomprehensible voice of Artemis was the last thing the phantom queen registered before her blackened heart gave its final pulsation, leaving the world with one less Machiavellian.





final exeunt morphine.