Valhalla? Pity.The white king would find himself attempting to monopolize over Alacritis. But when this ruler--Chrysanthe's challenger--was given a taste of leadership (should she win) She would likely turn from the vision Isardis had. The fool need realize it was not by the draw of a hand that a war was won, it was by control. To allow another a title such as king Isardis was forgetting that he would no longer wield control of the serpent woman.woman. Syrinx, however, only felt a sadness for his sister in his gut. He wanted to see her pound the young bitch into the dirt, but he was aware of the sad fact Chrysanthe was already at a disadvantage given her blinded eye.

Of course, he had beaten the white king once. That was enough for the russet boy to be confident in the empire he was cultivating. At a distance he would remain. The devil's advocate would press his rear to the earth--sitting plainly beneath a tree and downwind of them. His presence was not something needed. He would only try to ravage each of their incessant appetites for violence. Truthfully, it would be fun. Likely--he would be attempting to raise a little hell, but given the time he wanted to brave a calmer environment. Good luck, sister. It was the silent thought on his mind solely for she. She would fall or fly and either way he would be ready to rush somewhere.

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Narrowed eyes would observe as the Valhallan queen lunged forward to meet her attempted assault halfway, fury flaring within the depths of her broad chest cavity as the queen moved to align her (Artemis?) jutting right shoulder blade with her opponent?s chest rather than its intended target. As the pallid prodigy had intended to clash with the russet-kissed woman and ensnare the left side of her face simultaneously, she would be granted the opportunity to foresee Chrysanthe?s counterattack as the woman tilted her skull in towards her own, gaping jaws lowered in hopes of snatching her mandible and ending the match quickly. Since Artemis understood and valued the function of her lower jaw more than potentially striking a blow upon her opponent, she would abandon the attempt at grasping the left side of Chrysanthe?s face in favor of protecting her own skin, narrowing her jaws so that only an inch of air remained between them and tucking her chin tightly against the curvature of her neck as she quickly turned her muzzle to her right and away from Chrysanthe?s own. Moderate bruising would blossom rapidly from the front of her right shoulder as she and the Valhallan sovereign collided chest-to-shoulder, own body sent mere centimeters backwards from the recoil as her blackened nails clipped the earth to retain traction and keep her grounded. Meanwhile, pain would course through the babe?s left cheek as the Valhallan queen?s teeth sliced shallow but long lacerations into the thin flesh located there, unable to maintain a grip as Artemis continued to turn her muzzle to her right and away from Chrysanthe?s gluttonous incisors, blood cascading down the front of her newly-torn cheek. While the wounds stung quite a deal, the tattered left cheek was a minimal price to pay in order to shield her mandible from being grasped and potentially broken by her opponent, so she would take the pain in stride, unfazed by the possibility of permanent scarring to her countenance from the moderate tears.


Left forepaw would succeed in hooking around her opponent?s front right ankle; however, the viper would be disappointed to feel the Valhallan queen struggle free from her grasp before she had the opportunity to pull the limb out from underneath her, quickly pulling her own left forelimb back towards her chest?likely while Chrysanthe did the same with her right forelimb. Because her left forepaw had been raised from the ground and brought back towards her chest and away from the queen, it would unintentionally manage to avoid Chrysanthe?s blind attempt at stepping upon it (realistic dodge), falling back to land safely upon the ground beneath her own mass to optimize her balance between four grounded limbs. While the wraith restored her balance, she would take it upon herself to reinstate her other defenses as she prepared herself for her next offensive maneuver, ensuring that her eyes remained narrowed and her ears remained sewed against the contours of her crown. Skull would remain lowered over her breast, tail streamlined in alignment with the remainder of her spine, chin tucked tightly against the curvature of her neck, jaws unhinged, lips unfurled to reveal the yellowed bone of her teeth, abdomen tensed, and hackles prickled along the base of her neck and spinal column. Shoulders would roll and neck would scrunch to aide in the protection of her neck through excess rolls of flesh and fat, limbs spread equidistant apart and bent at the knees to lower her center of gravity, toes splayed and nails gripped the earth beneath her as she distributed her weight equally between her four grounded limbs. ?Let?s dance.


It was the viper?s left shoulder this time that would jut forward, ambitiously attempting to strike the center portion of Chrysanthe?s right-sided chest just to the inside of the queen?s right shoulder, hoping that the brute force applied behind her hopeful slam would succeed in both bruising her opponent and pushing her backwards, intending to create some distance between their bodies. Simultaneously, Artemis? skull would swing leftwards, attempting to strike just underneath Chrysanthe?s left jawline with the top left side of her crown in hopes of forcing the queen?s skull up and to the left (Artemis? left) a good deal away from her own skull. The force applied behind the hopeful strike with her head would not be enough to damage her own skull too badly, and yet the babe would intend to gather enough force in hopes of forcibly shutting Chrysanthe?s jaws with the power to break her own teeth. As Artemis wrenched her skull leftwards, her muzzle would attempt to turn to the left (Artemis? left) along with it, jaws unhinged as they aimed to brutally clamp upon the upper corner of Chrysanthe?s left-sided neck, intending to deeply penetrate the flesh located there in hopes of severing veins and tendons.




artemis vs chrysanthe

for

reason


round two of five


attack attempt to shunt her left shoulder blade into the center portion of chrysanthe's right-sided chest, just inside of chrys' right shoulder in hopes of bruising the chest and pushing chrys back to create some distance between their bodies. attempt to swing her skull just underneath chrys' left jawline, hoping to knock chrys' skull up and to artemis' left and hoping to force chrys' jaws to snap shut with a force to break her own teeth. attempt to grasp the upper left side of chrys' neck to deeply penetrate the flesh located there in hopes of severing veins and tendons.

defense eyes narrowed, ears pinned, skull lowered, tail out, chin tucked, jaws gaping, teeth exposed, abdomen tensed, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, limbs spread equidistant apart, knees bent, toes splayed, nails gripping, weight evenly distributed. turning her muzzle to the right and narrowing the space between her jaws to avoid the grasp to her mandible.

injuries moderate bruising to front of right shoulder, moderate lacerations to left cheek

REGARDS TO GLACIEM CHALLENGE

Due to Seracia's change of Leadership, Seraphine's Challenge for Glaciem is now official and may continue. Isardis' default time starts from this post.

Confirming the above mentioned. - Mouser.

?No, no darling; when I win, I cleave you apart,? vicious amusement would come in immediate response to the ebony foul?s idiotic challenge, the pale man?s mind fogging with the vile tendencies of his brutal revenge. And yet his innards quaked with thrill, writhing and twisting into disfigured gizzards of blissful faces, for a dispute was never rejected by a King who would flourish upon the limelight of pre-eminence. He would swivel to face her, sickened by her deranged features and fetid arrangement; unable to gaze upon her as a challenger, and no more than a rotting slave to her dwindling life, a carcass already bound by maggots and decay. The babe would shape within his reminiscence as an enemy, weaving bloodthirsty desires of acute brutality and warped defacement. Defences solidified; stance squared, weight evenly disseminated, knees bowed, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with an aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned against tapered skull. Muscles remained tense in groundwork, however supple to allow his freedom of movement. With the ambition to remain face-to-face with the foolish woman, Isardis would attempt to propel himself forwards; projected by the lurching of power gathered within his pelvis and thighs. He would strive to close the distance between them with powerful, extended strides. Left shoulder blade jutted as his vision would loiter against her upper chest, wanting to come slightly towards her left, however not enough to misalign his ambitions. With his face held slightly away from her, The King would attempt to pummel his protruding left shoulder into the centre upper portions of her chest, hopefully directed towards making contact with the very lower portions of her tender throat. With any luck, he could potentially collide with her trachea at enough force to optimistically crush the windpipe, perhaps causing problems for her breathing and extreme bruising simultaneously. Hungrily, his skull would attempt to be sent seeking towards his upper-left, jaws unhinged as nape would strive to snake forwards and spine would extend; stretched to its full expansion, grounded by all fours but attempting a pushing motion with his hinds; he wanted to try and take a vicious grasp over the top of her spinal column directly behind her shoulder blades; aiming to sink his lower canines into the left side of her spinal muscles, and the upper portion of his jaws into the opposite side. Should he succeed he would hope to hold; to endeavour to tighten his jaws at bone crushing velocity and destroy the hope of her column ever functioning correctly again, if not just cleanly, sufficiently wounded for the battle at hand. As if to aid in his endeavours, an ambitious right foreleg would be sent in an attempted glide (hopfully) towards the woman?s left forepaw. Isardis would wish to weave his right ankle around the outside of her own lower left forelimb, to wrap his joint and paw around the structures of the ebony damsel?s and attempt to pull it back towards him. Meanwhile his weight was balanced against three limbs as best as was possible, equalized upon his haunches to allow yield by his active shoulder. However it would be short lived, tail swaying to keep his body weight centred; he wanted to cause her to trip, to lose her balance and send her shoulders tipping towards him, potentially allowing him increased manoeuvrability to try and cast maximum damage to his attempted attack towards her spine. Though yet to be aware of any success, he would rapidly strive to plant his right forepaw back beneath his chest; squared, and once again balanced. Isardis vs. Seraphine ? Round 1 of 4! For Glaciem and Permanent Maim ? Caused by any of the attacks made. Attacks: Attempted collision with his left shoulder blade into Seraphine?s Trachea. Attempted bite hold to the muscles surrounding the spine. Attempting to grasp Seraphine?s left forelimb with his hooking right ankle, to pull it towards him and cause her to lose balance. Defences: Stance squared, weight evenly disseminated, knees bowed, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with an aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned against tapered skull. Muscles tense, however supple to allow his freedom of movement. Face held away from her upon attack, right forepaw quickly rebalancing after his final move. Injuries: First round. Ooc: Good Luck, Azzy :)

OOC; Ahhh, I accidentally edited this post with the Round 2 reply when I was getting the Table Code! I don't even know how I managed that, sorry- but staff PM me if you need a screen shot of the original/accidental edit for backup proof.

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A tiny victory, Chrysanthe was able to protect her left eye from being struck, and her opponent pulled right before she could attempt to grab hold of her jaws. She struck the Glaciem girl's left cheek - leaving lacerations to her face that may or may not be permanent. Blood was spilled and the battle would rage on. They were nearly head to head, but the younger female would use her left shoulder and jut it toward the right side of Chrysanthe's chest - and she would strike the muscle, doing minor damage because of the close proximity of the two wolves. There was little space between them to push against each other without pulling back and away first, and so the bruising left would be far slighter than the clash from earlier. Yet it did what Artemis intended, and Chrysanthe would step backward ever so slightly to maintain her balance. Her head would remain aligned with her spine, her chin tucked, her muzzle crinkled into a snarl, jaws agape and ready to snap, and her eyes were narrowed and ears were pinned to her skull - all defenses that would aide against a frontal assult. Her shoulders were rolled, and hackles raised, protecting the sides of her neck along with her upper neck and spine. Her toes were splayed and her nails dug into the ground for traction, and her tail was raised and positioned to keep her balanced.

As Artemis violently swung her head upward, Chrysanthe would have pulled a step backward - and so she would quickly close her jaws and tuck her chin further against her neck in further defense, snarling at the girl as she continued to pull to her right - it seemed the girl was purposely getting on the alpha's blind side from the alpha's point of view. Little damage would be done as her jaws clicked closed, and the opened once more as Artemis continued her attacks. As Artemis's jaws dug into the left side of her neck, it would be due to her rolled shoulders and lowered head that the damage caused would not be as deep as her opponent wanted. Her jaws would grasp at thick fur and skin, penetrating and leaving damage that would bleed - but be only a quarter of an inch deep at most. Still - it was the most damage left to the alpha thus far, and the pain was piercing, sharp and distracting, unlike the thrum of the bruising done to her chest.

She would attempt to shift, thrusting at her opponent's face with her right shoulder. Her body would push forward and to the right with her attack. It was an attempt to get the girl off or away from her neck, as well as put a bit of space between the two and make maneuverability easier so that she could turn and have Artemis within her line of vision once more. At the same time she would twist her head to the right along with her body led by her left paw. Her hips would be pulled to her left and with a subtle step she would try and angle herself so that more of Artemis was within her line of vision and hopefully she was aligned in a way that left less of her right side open to the younger female's attacks. She would attempt to grab the left side of her opponent's face - her top jaw would aim to strike over her left eye, and her lower jaw would be positioned to bite into her cheek. She would attempt to saw her teeth over the area and apply every bit of pressure that she could muster that she could into the bite - perhaps even getting a grip on the younger girl. Although she was blind on her right side, she would try and determine her opponent's positioning through what portion of her she could see through her left eye after turning her head and where her jaws had been in order to attack the left side of her neck. Sight wasn't everything in a battle with little space between opponents.

Her back legs would once again be squared after her shift, her toes splayed and her nails digging into the ground for traction. Her stomach was tense and her body slightly lowered so that she could easily push against her opponent or spring should she get the chance. Her tail was positioned for balance, acting as a rudder to keep her upright. Her balance was centered, and her weight evenly placed on all four of her paws.

attack: attempting to thrust into Artemis's face with her right shoulder, attempting to bite the left side of Artemis's face
defenses: head aligned with spine, chin tucked, muzzle crinkled, jaws agape, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, shoulders rolled, hackles raised , legs squared, toes splayed, nails digging into ground for traction, stomach tense, body lowered, tail positioned for balance, balance centered, weight on all four paws
injuries: moderate bruising to chest, minor bruising to right chest (near shoulder), minor discomfort in jaws from being semi-forcefully closed, minor flesh wound a quarter of an inch deep to the left side of her neck

Chrysanthe vs. Artemis
round two of five
for Valhalla

EDIT: to include requested positioning drawing

ooc: this shall be a fun fight! :D

SERAPHINE vs ISARDIS GLACIEM and AMPUTATION (foreleg) move ONE of FOUR She would chuckle at the man, if he didn't want her then she was fine with that, but she wouldn't let him get away with messing her up, he would be getting something in return as well. Oh how hurt he was, though not clearly showing it as he liked to put on a show, she could see right through him. A mere hunter of his defeated enemy challenging for his throne, ridiculous, but one should not underestimate their enemy. She couldn't wait to see his beaten body sprawled out on the ground, to rub dirt in his face. Unlike her pack mates she wouldn't simply let him get away without doing nothing. An amused grin would be plastered upon the yearling as she awaited his move, ready for this fight, wanting to taste his blood and feel his strength fade form his body the moment she had him. She would have to rely on what she had come to learn with this fight, use the skills others had taught her, and use her body. In appearance the two would be evenly matched, well built bodies ready for a fight, Isardis only an inch taller than her, his weight not that much different from her own. His move, a frontal attack. Golden and blue orbs would narrow to slits as she watched the man, limbs spreading evenly to allow her weight to be distributed. Limbs would then bend the slightest, toes spreading and claws gripping the earth. Head would tilt downward , then move back just as her shoulders moved forward the scrunch up the skin around her neck. Lips pulled back, wrinkling as she displayed her fangs, ready to get to work, eager to taste the man's blood. Muscles would tense up around her neck, limb joints and stomach, ear pinning back. FIGHT Mismatched orbs would quickly move across his face, down his neck, chest and limbs before going back to his face. As the distance between the two got smaller she would watch as his shoulder was pushed forward, coming in fast. Just a foot away from her Seraphine would drop her body, not completely to the ground, limbs bending and leaning her body to the right, right foreleg sliding over the ground to keep her weight distributed, just enough to allow the male's shoulder to slam into the upper left portion of her chest and over her own naked shoulder. Legs would go stiff, claws digging into the ground to keep her grounded, preventing her from sliding back. A quick move, sending a wave of pain from the area that would most definitely bruise, becoming red, swellon and with a few scrapes from the lack of hair to cushion the blow. Warmth would spread over the left side of her body, the man attempting to grab at the muscle around her spinal column, instinct telling her to move her ass or she would have serious damage back there. With her previous move of bending her limbs and moving to the right to avoid the shoulder to her trachea, Seraphine would use this chance to slide her right foreleg right again about three inches, back legs bending to bring her rear end low, weight shifting partially to her rear. As she did this her shoulders would rise and come together, bunching up the skin into folds while her body did a slight roll to the right. She would feel fangs miss their mark, landing beside her spine and getting her behind the left shoulder. Top jaw below her spine and lower jaw closer to her side. Another wave of pain as his jaws clamped down, sure to leave deep puncture wounds she would feel for a few days, blood sure to begin oozing out once he released his bite. With back legs bent still, she would feel a paw go and hook around her left foreleg. With her weight partially to her rear, Seraphine would allow this move, only assisting what she would do next. Head would come back and tilt downward, left foreleg being pulled towards the man's body, her right foreleg being brought closer to her body so it more under her. With this however she would use it to her advantage. Body would come forward, head back and shoulders moving back, skin folds hopefully bunching up around his muzzle to make his breathing even the slightest bit harder if not definitely. When her left foreleg was fully pulled forward her head would drop to his shoulder level and roll left, jaws parting and lunging forward in an attempt to snap shut on his upper right foreleg, lower jaw aiming for his armpit and upper jaw over his elbow. While she attempted to aim a powerful bite to his upper right foreleg, bent back legs would extend, sending the female forward, weight shifting from her rear and towards her front half. She would aim to use her weight to hopefully shove the man back and off balance, keeping her right foreleg planted on the ground with her hindlegs (since she didnt do a jump, just shoving him back with force). While trying to shove him back she would throw her right shoulder forward, not a large amount of force due to their close proximity, aiming to further make him have to move back by having her right shoulder smash into his left which she hoped would make it a bit difficult to gain access to her neck and spine. As legs extended her left foreleg would pull out of the man's grasp once he let go, blindly stomping it down to hopefully crush the toes of his right paw and have all for paws on the ground to redistribute her weight.

Left shoulder blade would succeed in striking her opponent upon their right-sided chest, providing little damage due to the close proximity of their bodies, but successful in forcing the Valhallan queen backwards nonetheless, granting the pallid prodigy with a bit of breathing room to assess her adversary?s movements. The top of her crown would connect somewhere upon the sovereign; however, Artemis would be displeased to learn that the attack had gone without inflicting damage upon the russet-kissed woman or without knocking her opponent?s skull upwards as had been intended, leaving the attack unsuccessful in more ways than one. The minor failure would be discarded, however, as her teeth penetrated the thickly rolled flesh upon Chrysanthe?s left-sided neck, carving shallow puncture wounds into the excess fur that bubbled faintly with blood, its metallic tang encouraging the maleficent babe to extract more?but only in due time.


The moment her jaws connected upon Chrysanthe?s left-sided neck, her hips would swing out and to her right in an effort to bring her body perpendicular to the queen?s left side, unwilling to relinquish her hold upon her opponent?s neck just yet. The queen, it seemed, had similar intentions to Artemis? own in regard to positioning, and Artemis would feel the slightest pain upon the outside of her left shoulder as the Valhallan sovereign thrust her right shoulder towards her (Artemis) while turning her body to the right (Artemis? left), in essence, likely helping Artemis achieve the desired angle (90 degrees) from Chrysanthe?s left side nearest to her front half. Because Artemis? head had been far out of reach from the queen?s right shoulder since her jaws had been gripping Chrysanthe?s left-sided neck, and because the queen had thrust her right shoulder in her direction and pivoted to the right simultaneously, Artemis? face would avoid the brunt of the queen?s shoulder-assault, and only the outside portion of her left shoulder would receive a mild bruise as Chrysanthe?s right shoulder collided with it. The injury did little to shake the ambitious fiend, but the newly-created angle between her body and Chrysanthe?s own would force the youthful Overseer to release the queen?s neck, jaws falling agape once more as they searched for a different target.


As Chrysanthe?s gaping jaws snaked eagerly towards the left side of her face, Artemis would ensure that her defenses were maintained to the best of her ability, allowing for her mismatched gaze to narrow to slits, her ears to sew against the contours of her crown, her chin to tuck protectively against the curvature of her neck, and for her lips to unfurl to reveal her tainted incisors, jaws unhinged and at the ready. Shoulders remained rolled forward and her neck was still scrunched to encumber the front and sides of her neck in protective layers of excess fur and fat, hackles were prickled along the base of her neck and spinal column, skull still lowered over her breast and tail streamlined with the remainder of her spine, ready to act as a counterweight should the situation warrant a use for it. Limbs maintained an equal distance of spacing between them, each one bent at the knee to lower her center of gravity, weight distributed evenly among all four while her toes splayed and her blackened nails clipped the earth below to maintain traction. With the final tensing of her abdomen muscles, Artemis would attempt to lurch forward just as Chrysanthe?s jaws neared her flesh, the sudden movement causing a shift in the area where the Valhallan sovereign would manage to grasp with eager teeth. Sharp pain would radiate from the Glaciem babe?s left-sided face as Chrysanthe?s upper jaw connected with the flesh about two inches beneath her pinned left ear and her lower jaw connected with the leftmost portion of Artemis? left cheek, leaving puncture wounds of approximately a fourth-of-an-inch in depth that bled moderately, adding to the gory d?cor of her once-porcelain countenance now stained a lovely crimson. But it was the yearling?s turn again, and she could only hope that her impending attack would prove to be more successful than the past offensive maneuvers.


With the hopeful lurch forward, Artemis would attempt to thrust her right shoulder blade into Chrysanthe?s left side, about six inches behind the queen?s left shoulder, in hopes of throwing her weight into the shove with the intention of knocking Chrysanthe off-balance and onto her right side. Simultaneously, in an effort to improve upon her attempt at knocking her opponent onto her right side, Artemis? left forepaw would again leave the stability of the earth while her weight shifted evenly between her three grounded limbs to maintain her own balance, and would attempt to hook around the front of Chrysanthe?s left front ankle so that she may try to pull the left forelimb back towards herself in hopes of upsetting the queen?s balance. Gaping jaws would angle themselves more towards Chrysanthe?s front half as they attempted to clamp around the queen?s spinal cord, top jaw seeking to hook on the right side of Chrysanthe?s spine approximately three inches behind the shoulder blades while her mandible would seek to hook around the left side of Chrysanthe?s spine approximately six inches behind the shoulder blades. The potential bone-crushing velocity of the prodigy?s jaws would intend to fracture the queen?s spinal bones with her hopeful bite, wanting to inflict severe pain upon the Valhallan so that the fight might end more quickly than anticipated. ?You wanted to play dirty? Then let?s play.




artemis vs chrysanthe

for

valhalla


round three of five


attack after bringing herself perpendicular to chrysanthe's left side, artemis attempts to thrust her right shoulder blade into chrys' left side approx six inches behind her left shoulder, intending to knock chrys onto her right side with the force of her weight. simultaneous with the shoulder shove, artemis attempts to hook her left forepaw around chrys' left front ankle so that she may pull the limb back towards herself to better her chances at knocking chrys onto her right side. attempt to bite around chrys' upper spine (just behind the shoulders) in hopes of fracturing the spinal column bones.

defense eyes narrowed, ears pinned, chin tucked, teeth exposed, jaws gaping, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, hackles raised, skull lowered, tail out, limbs spread evenly apart, limbs bent, weight evenly distributed, toes splayed, nails gripping, abdomen tensed. shifting weight as she raises her left forepaw.

injuries [ previous: moderate bruising to right shoulder, moderate lacerations to left cheek. ] mild bruising to outside of left shoulder, fourth-of-an-inch deep puncture wounds to the leftmost portion of her face.

Edited by Mouser to include staff-requested update to a specified maim.

A sliding sensation of shifting weight, enthralled by gravity and troubled by practical decisions; Seraphine?s chest would seem to lower, and in a brief moment of shifting her right forelimb, she would ever-so-slightly send her frame scattering to her right. But the ghoul wasn?t going to alter his assault, instead just as satisfied with the potential of colliding with her left shoulder joint, ensuring to still strive to toss his efforts into the move regardless of how imprecise it now seemed. His jutted left shoulder blade would appear to make contact with the upper portions of her left chest prior to her move, the shocking sensation of a collision sending a violent pulse through his rigid muscles. Mild bruising would seem to develop so faintly beneath the skin of his left shoulder, however not enough to throw his attentions and ambitions. Within her alterations she had seemed to interrupt the success of his attempted bite, jaws coming to close behind her left shoulder, more-so upon her left side. Leading the realisation Isardis would attempt to counter the lack of success by rotating his skull to the right (right eye facing slightly downwards), having released the pressure upon his assault in order to do so, and then attempt to tighten his gaping jaws once more. At such an angle, he wanted to slide his canines between the narrow structures of her upper left rib cage, hoping to fall beneath the floor boards of her rotted structures and strive to tighten (upper and lower jaw) in an attempt to drag the ribs abnormally close to one-another; all with the craving desire to hear them splinter and crack beneath his touch. Right forepaw would find success in grasping her left frontal appendage, feeling the limb coming closer to his own body and solidifying his goals as his own right foot soon found its way back to contact with the rocky turf (in that moment, presuming her left foreleg was no longer in his control; had it of been, he would attempt to discontinue any influence over the limb that remained instantly). Her shoulders would scrunch upwards, and Isardis would release his jaws from any potential grip he still held against the flesh on her left side. Unfortunately her loss of balance would not be as rewarding as he had hoped, alas she would use the momentum to aim an attack towards his right elbow. Stance remained squared, weight evenly distributed, knees bent, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with his aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned, muscles rigid but manoeuvrable. He would seize the opportunity and rotate his skull dramatically to the right, neck attempting to snake downwards and follow the woman?s assault as his weight would ever so slightly lean backwards; still even, however hocks would bend to shift his quarters behind the points of his heels. He hoped that it would allow him to follow her forward momentum without permitting her face to become inaccessible beneath his chest and throat. Bullseye was set against her face, and in the same moment she made contact with his upper right forelimb, Isardis would attempt to send his right-angled, gaping jaws plunging downwards; eager to take a potential grasp over the top of her skull, wanting to sink his lower canines into her right eye socket and his upper canines into her left socket. Regardless of where he landed he would strive to clench the sinew of his facial structures, attempting to tighten relentlessly against her tender skull regions (ambitious for her eyes) and hopeful to maintain a secure hold. Meanwhile, his slight backwards lean had prevented the woman hooking her ivories behind his elbow, instead sinking painfully into the fatty regions where the front of his right appendage connected with his chest, and slightly against the inside of the very upper muscles of his right, frontal armpit. The wound was considerable below the inside of his right shoulder, his ruby gaze wincing as her fangs seemed to sink two-or-so centimetres beneath his coral leather, making minor contact with rigid muscle. Though the grotesque anomaly thought it wise also to send her weight hurrying forwards, seemingly without releasing her attack towards his right leg beforehand. With his position slightly leant backwards, she would not seem to make any contact, nor have an impact within her initial thrust; at the most, a mild suggestion of pressure was felt where her jaws had met his upper right forelimb. In order to avoid any further risk, Isardis would begin to prepare himself for his next attack; straightening his limbs back to their initial position, so as he was no longer in a slight backwards lean, but rather perfectly squared (besides, of course, his guarded stance of bowed elbows and lowered chest). However soon it seemed her right shoulder would begin to show the signs of a gradual ushering towards his left frontal shoulder blade, and Isardis would seise the opportunity. His nape would strive to crane, straightening his elbows momentarily to stretch his forequarters to their full height; muscles would bunch along his spine, rigid, slightly arching his back, and pumping his broad chest outwards with a swift inhalation of hair. His hind toes would dig for traction, heels sinking deep to support the oncoming force of a probable collision; all the while he counted on a potential, sustained hold over her skull or similar region, had he managed earlier to attain one. Hopeful, he would push downwards with his nape, attempting to keep her skull within it?s biting position upon his upper right forelimb/lower right chest. His jaws would attempt to loosen slightly upon whatever hold they had possibly maintained, perhaps dragging upwards depending on earlier success, avoiding injuring himself whilst trying to disallow the woman too much room to move. He would hope to cock his right shoulder slightly forwards to try and make up for her uneven attempt at pressure towards his left shoulder, and with the coiled power of his muscular rear he would endeavor to propel himself towards her; trying to meet her chest with his own and sandwich her lowered neck and skull between the both of them with critical force. He was merciless, ambitious to snap her neck at the insistent, vile and unnatural angle he endeavoured to force upon her. The exact extent of his injury would depend on the success; however moderate bruising was sure to come to his leftward inner shoulder regardless. It seemed in that moment, or even a few before, he had barely realised that her left forepaw had managed to come down against his right front toes. Luckily, with the shifting of their proximities, she had managed to contact only the two foremost toes; and though the joints were all wholly intact, the pain he felt strain between the wounded two ligaments was enough to cause a meek yelp of shock to rocket within his muffled pipes. They would certainly be tender, and probably partially paralysed until healing. Isardis vs. Seraphine ? Round 2 of 4! For Glaciem and Permanent Maim ? Caused by any of the attacks made. Blinding. Attacks: Attempt to counter the poor success of his spine bite by instead aiming to grasp in between the structures of her ribcage and squeeze together. Withdrawing, he responds to her attack at his forelimb with an attempted bite into the sockets of her eyes and a firm hold over her skull, then taking her low position (she did not say she let go, so presumed she held onto her bite against his limb) and hoping to partially counter her right shoulder thrust by meeting her chest front-on; jutting his right shoulder slightly to try and balance them and bring them together squarely. He tries to hold her head down against his lower chest with his previous bite to her skull; regardless of the earlier success, pushing his nape downwards anyway on the presumption she had not let go, wanting to slam her face and throat in between the collision of their chests and cause severe damage to her neck/spine/skull. Defences: Stance squared, weight evenly disseminated, knees bowed, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with an aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned against tapered skull. Muscles tense, however supple to allow his freedom of movement. Counter-attacks, digging heels, backwards leaning montion. Injuries: Bite wound 2cm below the skin (minor contact with muscle, otherwise fat) to the right very upper front leg (slightly on the inside of his shoulder, against his lower right chest). Bruising to inside left shoulder, further damage in that area pending due to counter. Right two front toes bruised with mildly strained ligaments. Ooc: Hey yo Azzy, could you make your final decision on the judge now by any chance? It was between Muse and Aly, I believe.

Desire? was an outsider, knowing very little of the packs history and past. But the ringing sound thriving within her triangular ears would lead her towards the blood stained battle field once again. The stench of rot and decay lay thick within the air; a good reminder of the ones who have bled and loss- while the others reign victorious. She'd glide towards the scene in her powering demonear; watching carefully while calculating as to who may just win. Since arriving Desire? had never witnessed a pack challenge, nevermind having two set out in broad daylight. Her focus would remain on a youthful girl, scarred on her face trailing all the way down to her petite frame. She was brave, challenging a king that had won a war and had a reputation to main. the turnout of the battle would be exciting. Whispers and gossip never fall on blind ears, and Desire? was picking up a habit of finding things a woman should never know.
The area was all becoming rather chaotic, and as the wolves would stand by there alphas, cheering and hoping for the best- the purple babe would sit upon her haunches, content at the sidelines.

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SERAPHINE vs ISARDIS GLACIEM and AMPUTATION (foreleg) move TWO of FOUR She had to ignore the pain, couldn't let it effect her fight, adrenaline pumping. The moment the man's grip on her flesh loosened to allow his head to rotate, she would pull her body away slightly, giving him a mouthful of skin folds and very little hold of her muscles. With his initial bite, jaws clamping down, hungry to crush her spine, he had given her a decent bite wound. The puncture holes would go about an inch into the folds and fat, scratching the surface of her muscles, not allowing him to go past and snag her ribs in an attempt to fracture or break. And with her shoulders moving upwards she would feel his grip vanish, retreating for his next attack. Her attempt in shoving the man back would be unsuccessful, his body leaning back to avoid the force. Either way she didn't care, a shove was nothing compared to the bite she wanted to deliver. Hungrily she had gone for his upper right foreleg, hoping to grab his elbow with her upper jaw and inner armpit with her lower. Of course this would not happen however, if everything could go your way this fight wouldn't have been happening. With his backward lean her jaws missed their target, instead sinking into the flesh of his shoulder between his chest(not sure how she would have got the front when her head was rotated left to snag the elbow with her upper jaw) and upper portion of his inner armpit. Giving the man a small wound, not what she was hoping for, even with how she lunged with the bite. Front limbs would plant themselves back onto the ground after her shove, back legs repositioning themselves beneath her, spreading all four equally to redistribute her weight, unaware of her success in stepping on his toes (as mentioned in last para). Limbs would bend slightly, toes splayed and toes gripping the earth beneath her while she still held a somewhat low position. With right ear back and eyes narrowed she would hold her grip on his upper right foreleg, neck retracting and forming skin folds, head rotating left, attempting to pull at the flesh even if she had a hold of the fat beneath his skin and twist. With very little time to react, with how her head was rotated to the left, her right blue eye would catch movement from the man's skull. A growl of irritation rumbling in the back of her throat as she was forced to release her hold on his foreleg to avoid, what would be assumed a severe attack to the face. Head would pull back and re-rotate so her head was parallel to the ground as her neck retracted, body making a small lean back as well. She would be unable to avoid the attack however, but Isardis also wouldn't get what he aimed for. Inside of canines grabbing her eye sockets, pain would shoot up from her upper jaw, his fangs cutting the sides of her muzzle, creating decent lacerations. Right shoulder would meet his chest, creating little-decent bruising, and she would feel a pressure on her left shoulder from his right shoulder pushing forward but not enough to cause pain or bruising, the two coming towards each other. Head would be brought towards his lower chest, her legs remaining spread evenly, grounded. Shoulders would roll forward, jaws clenched and muscles rippled with tension and relief to allow movement when needed. And then it happened, he would propel himself forward. Seraphine would quickly yank her muzzle from his grasp, willing to suffer the cuts the action would cause. Head would swing downward and to the left, forelegs bending then crossing over each other in a side step to the left as well to bring her halfway from the chest coming at her to reduce the force before quickly replanting her paws and digging her heels into the ground. His chest would meet the right portion of her chest, and with the force it would cause soreness and moderate bruising. Her breathing began to quicken. Head would rise suddenly with force, neck reaching out, attempting to smash the top of her skull into his lower right jaw while keeping her neck along the bottom right side portion of his own. Should she be successful, her head would hit his jaw where they open and close then retract, jaws would open wide then lunge downward in an attempt to grab hold of the lower portion of the right side of his neck. Should she be successful in grabbing hold, even if it isn't where she aimed, her head would pull back, making the skin fold up, a firm grip of his flesh that would tighten as she pulled back and gave a twist to the right. Skin around her own neck would fold up when she pulled, back legs pushing her forward, trying to make as little space between the two as possible. Right foreleg would rise off the ground, folding at the elbow to bring her paw upward in an attempt to hook around the left side of the base of his neck.

Default to Artemis

The challenge for Valhalla has been defaulted to Artemis. Chyrsanthe failed alpha activity checks February 14th and has also defaulted in the challenge by two days now. We understand that Aly meant to give Serendipity until Tuesday to reply but because Valhalla would be disbanded upon a victory on Chrysanthe's part due to her failed alpha activity checks, it has become necessary to default the challenge in the challenger's favor. It should also be known that unless flexibility is stated by both parties in their fighting posts, any claims of flexibility regarding time limits will be disregarded. Please direct any questions to Vivien.




Chrysanthe must give up by either passing out, submitting, or running away.

With precision, her right shoulder blade would connect upon its target, and the force of the phantom?s weight against the Valhallan sovereign?s left side would prove successful in its endeavor of knocking the russet-kissed woman off-balance. However, because her adversary would fall at a rate that would exceed that at which Artemis? gaping jaws would travel at, the prodigy?s gluttonous incisors would fall short of their ideal destination of Chrysanthe?s spine, and would instead ensnare the flesh and muscle just beneath the spinal column upon the queen?s left side. Although it was a petty consolation for splintering the spine of her adversary, the babe would be delighted?surprised?to feel the woman?s body go limp with submission beneath her, and she would relinquish whatever grasp she had obtained upon her opponent with an ounce of reluctance as she removed herself from Chrysanthe?s close proximity. With solidified defenses, Artemis would allow her mismatched gaze to flicker from the defeated woman and unto the crowd that had gathered to observe the battle, primarily focusing upon the Valhallans that had shown in support of their queen, scrutinizing each and every one for traces of discontent. ?I gift you with your release,? the newly-appointed Tyrant addressed the former Valhallans, tones entirely vague even as the overwhelming sensation of supremacy consumed her injured body. ?You may all leave at your own will, save for Azalea?s children, who will be given to Glaciem?? briefly, her gaze shifted towards the battle between the albino king and the disabled brat, regarding it for the first time now as she regained her grip on reality now that her bloodlust had been partially sated. ??Should Isardis reign victorious over the girl.? The faint trace of a smirk enveloped her crimson-stained countenance as her pupils devoured the ongoing clash, confidence unwavering in her former king?s abilities. Amused, the tyrant would saunter towards the former Valhallans as she removed her gaze from the remaining match, amethyst and silver eyes darting between each unfamiliar face in a fruitless attempt to pinpoint the mother to Isardis? children. ?And who is the lucky mother?? ?And will you be so wise to make this an easy task?

The abomination would twist her skull to her left, pulling away from him in the similar moment he had poised the attack for her eyes; feeling the skin of his right lower chest pulling uncomfortably beneath the pressure, but the worst of the damage had already been done, and by the time she had begun to react to his facial attack, she had seemed to release- leaving behind the gaping wound she had already formed, only with leather more viciously disturbed, greater lacerations painting crimson slashes of brilliant rose against his pale jacket (virtually 6cm long through the skin, depth unaffected from past round). Her weight would alter, leaning backwards as his jaws came to land against the structures of her face; exactly where he was unsure, however it was clear he had attained a grasp on both sides, perhaps closer to her muzzle than her aspired eye sockets- feeling his upper jaw against her leftwards skull, and lower jaw against her right. Of course, he had attempted to hold her in place for his forward attack, however as his right shoulder made contact with her left, it seemed the woman would snatch her muzzle/face from the tension of his jaws; sending his rigid mandibles clashing together, vacant, as she wormed out from beneath them, having been reluctant to give in to failure. By some god-gifted power of speed she had stepped to her left, risking her balance to save the strain he had tried to damn upon her neck. With his right shoulder apparently in contact with her left shoulder, he was unable to explain how she had managed to lower her skull to her left and out of harm?s way; alas, it was what it was, and within such a fast-paced battle the King had no time to risk pondering. His right shoulder would pulse with the energized kick of a collision with her own right, frontal shoulder, the freak having avoided the full thrusting power of his chest. Re-adjusting; stance square, weight evenly distributed, knees bent, chest again lowering, toes splayed, claws biting into the soil, tail swaying level with his aligned spinal column, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to shoulder level, neck scrunched, chin tucked, eyes narrowed and ears pinned, muscles rigid but manoeuvrable. A sudden cracking of force would send his skull into an unexpected jolt upwards, the right side of her crown striking the rightward bone of his lower jaw; luckily, his snout had still been clamped shut post his last attack, and the damage would be dealt only in the form of lasting sharp pain and heavy bruising if not some hidden wound the man were unable to identify. Rapidly though, he would re-tuck his chin in a moment of desperation, ensuring the upward throw of his skull was quickly mended to avoid allowing her access to his vitals. Barely a sharp moment later and Isardis? hips would rapidly swing to his own left, attempting to take their bodies out of alignment, however only to the point where the centre of his chest would hope to stand at a diagonal with her right shoulder blade (see ref). To his relief, the movement would shield him partially from the clasping of her jaws, however still they would manage to grasp the heavy folds of loose skin that bunched his neck; her lower jaw landing against the softer tissue of his lower right-most neck, her upper canines coming to contact with his nape just above the point of his right shoulder. Thankfully, his defences had been set, his upward rolled shoulders and scrunched throat sending folds of skin into the wake of her jaws. But still, the pain was great, and the wound large; her canines causing lacerations almost three centimetres beneath his pale skin, managing only to protect his vitals. Adrenaline pulsed against the thrumming of his heart beat, fuelled by his anger and the vicious determination to protect his Kingdom. Lips curled upwards into a gut-wrenching snarl, a violent roar of anger sounding as a hoarse bark, intermingled with the ripping of a thunderous growl. With her scruff so willingly exposed to his wrath, his gaping jaws would attempt to propel themselves downwards and to his right. He was ambitious to present at an angle that would hopefully allow him to slide down and behind her ears, his molars wanting to grind against the flesh and muscle of the area directly behind her skull, wanting to hit at a force that would potentially cause her skull to propel downwards and encourage her to lose her grip against his neck. Simultaneously his canines wanted to sink beneath the skin of both cheeks (upper jaw striving for her left side cheek/neck, lower jaw for her right), his jawbones hoping to act as some form of adhesive pin; trying to force her skull to lose the movement of the joint where it connected to the vertebrae upon her neck; almost acting as a brace. With the knowledge that she had sacrificed her position by crossing her right legs with her left, Isardis would take one attempted, instantaneous moment to reach out with his left forepaw and endeavour to ram down with significant weight on the forepaw closest to him (Didn?t see it mentioned that the limbs re-squared, so he would presume it were her left); wanting to use his weight to anchor it to the ground. The woman had also lifted her right forepaw, aiming to clasp around the left side of his nape; she would be successful, though he was unsure how she planned to hold at their awkward angles, he would not spare it much thought as it only increased chances of his success. Seconds later he would coil the powerful muscles within his hinds, jutting his left shoulder blade and attempting to propel himself forwards into a hopeful collision with her right centre shoulder; with her limb raised, any contact could have also been possible towards her upper right armpit, her raised right forelimb also awkwardly within the crosshairs for potential injury or strain. His movements, regardless of success, would seem to follow with the feeling of release; her jaws seeming to slip free of contact with his right neck (if they hadn?t earlier), painfully, and possibly against her will. He wanted to try and maintain any attainted hold over the back of her neck and cheeks within his motions, his ultimate purpose to send her body staggering and declining onto her left side, hopefully restrained by the potential pressure on her left fore-toes. His skull would crane further to the right, trying to stop any leverage she would hope for with her right forelimb against the left side of his neck. Should she fall he would strive to hold her neck and skull, jaws tipping slightly upwards in preparation to support her potential weight, trying to send her body moving unnaturally sideways against the structures of her spine, craving with ravished passion to hear the fatal cracking of dislocating vertebrae or the critical twisting of her spinal cord where it failed to adjust against her possibly constricted nape. Isardis vs. Seraphine ? Round 3 of 3! For Glaciem and Permanent Maim ? Blinding. Attacks:SEE: REFERENCE, for attack to neck/cheek and new position. Rump swivelled to the left, attempting to bite down over her neck directly behind her ears (wanting to do flesh/muscle damage with his molars), and reach at an angle to grasp also her cheeks. Attempt to earth her left forepaw and send a violent shove with his left shoulder blade against her right shoulder/armpit, whilst still hoping to hold her neck in his jaws. He wants to flip her onto her left side (skull craned right to try and cause her right foreleg to slip from his nape), holding her neck and skull straight and tight to try and push her body in a fashion that could twist her spine along her nape. Defences: Stance squared, weight evenly disseminated, knees bowed, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with an aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned against tapered skull. Muscles tense, however supple to allow his freedom of movement. Injuries: Worsened skin damage to right chest/upper forelimb wound, badly bruised right jawline, 3cm bite wound into the skin and flesh of his rightmost neck. Ooc: Azzy and I agreed on lowering the rounds for judging ease.

The Adravendi was late, She witnessed the challenge from afar, and with her aunts greatest efforts, she lost. Her blind eye gave her the disadvantage and even though she may feel like she failed the entire pack; she did them all proud. She fought for everything, she was maimed and she did not give up, and even with this little hiccup; her aunt wouldnt give up- she couldnt. Valhalla could start a fresh else where, she could claim another land, couldnt she? Guinevere would remain heart broken, she was having a hard time dealing with her fathers abscence and know she had lost her home? Rage overwhelmed the youth, the placid queen having the nerves to then take HER Nephews. Guin would heave herself upon the battlefield Standing beside Chrysanthe, Defenses set. " You take pride in stealing our home? Your no queen, your a puppet following the kings order, you have your kingdom, but why take my family? Leave Soren and Kismet be!" Guinevere never got the chance to spend time with her sisters children, but she had no reason to let them go. Her defenses where set. OOC: Congratulations Aly, Guins just protective<3 Table by Lu - Code for Ala Only

Chrysanthe had lost. The weight of it hit her like a freight train and made black spots creep into the edges of her vision. The pale wench was a puppet to Isardis, clearly or else he would have no business here. The female spoke up, telling them that there were free to go. Free to leave. Her heart began to climb back into the cavern of her chest and then, ?You may all leave at your own will, save for Azalea?s children, who will be given to Glaciem?? There was a pause and then more words but Azalea felt like she had been shoved under water. She wouldn't breathe or hear anything well. Slowly she realized her hackles were raising, her head lowering in line with her spine and her tail curling over her back tightly as she moved through all the appropriate emotions. Shock, grief, anger. Anger held not hardly the weight to describe how she felt. Rage. She took a heavy step forward, feeling like stones weighed down her paws. She was tense, ready to jump on the bi-eyed she-wolf and dismember her in the most brutal of ways. Her sister was there, clearly just as furious with the situation. " You take pride in stealing our home? Your no queen, your a puppet following the kings order, you have your kingdom, but why take my family? Leave Soren and Kismet be!" The words fell largely on deaf ears though they really weren't intended for Azalea. There was no stopper for the throbbing beast that was building inside her being. "GET BACK!" Her words were venomous, directed to her younger sibling who seemed so ready to fight for her family. Adravendi's would always fight for their own. In the haze that made only her enemies clear, Azalea had lost awareness of where everyone else was. Perhaps they had all left to tend to Chrys? It didn't matter to her where they went or if they stayed. Azalea stepped out in to meet her opponent, letting just a handful of feet separate her fangs from the stanger's jugular. She would need that distance, if she wanted to remain a whole wolf. She would need that distance, if she didn't want to see her body parts splayed at opposite sides of this field. There was no mercy for those who would threaten what was hers and already the she-devil had taken too much. Sitting by was not an option. So Azalea stood, body squared before the female, her legs bent to put her closer to the ground. Her ears pulled back, trying to fuse with her skull to avoid the potential of being ripped from her body. Her tail still curved over her back, cocky as she stood calculating her enemy with a fire in her eyes. You know the funny thing about Azaleas? For all their beauty they are also poisonous." The wolf before her was no more than a child, just as Azalea was at a year old. Young and looking for direction, perhaps that is why she fell to the "charms" of Isardis. You are no more than a puppet in his game and you will regret the day that you chose to side with a shyster such as he." Azalea looked at the female, reading her build and comparing to her own. Broad chest and average size, the female was not very different from herself. Azalea, in a whole, was fairly average. She had a small, thin built mother and a tank of a father and for her that had translated into a wolf on the smaller size with nothing remarkable. She had a mouth for talking, legs for running, lungs for breathing, and a heart for loving. This wolf before her, though? A drone, manipulated and controlled and surely on the verge of becoming just another oven for the spawn of the phantom. Her nerves felt raw as she took another step forward, her eyes narrowed and dark where they were usually wide and bright. "Artemis, plaything to Isardis, it is against me to let you leave this field alive. May whatever comes after take pity on your young and misguided soul." That was all their was before Azalea lowered and shoved off, splayed toes digging into the ground as she charged, tail now falling to tuck between her legs for protection just as her ears had grabbed at her skull. Jaws stood agape and her body fainted to the left to move alongside the wolf who had minutes before felled her aunt. Her head turned right, fangs aimed at the soft and loose skin at the flank and onto the belly. Gutting the she-wolf would only be the beginning to her 5-star ending. her body was braced, still in motion but she was doing her best to avoid being knocked over to the left by the wolf if that was what was to come. He teeth aimed them for the back leg, above the knee, looking to shred it if that was in the cards. Azalea really didn't care where she put holes in the female in the end, just as long as she bled for her actions. She wouldn't take anymore chances, Azalea dodging to the left now, seeking to get out of range of Artemis and her fangs. Azalea's wide spread toes held the ground as if she was afraid it wouldn't suddenly drop out from below her. Her legs were bent again, all her defenses resetting as her mind planned ahead. The shoulders. Artemis had knocked her shoulders several times, how much wear would it take before they really took damage? Perhaps she should find out. Her own shoulders rolled in now, them and her head standing guard against an attach on her neck. It was hard to say what the outcome here would be. Azalea only knew that there was no coming back from this. How could she? Either she would be dead or she would be a killer. She would be the wolf who slaughtered a child, someone's baby, someone's friend, and maybe someone's whole world. ooc: EDITTED TO FIX CODING MESS UP THAT MADE HALF THE TEXT YELLOW! AND ADD IN WHAT CHALLENGED FOR Azalea v. Artemis for Death Round 1 of -- ? Defense: tail tucked, eyes narrowed, legs bent, toes splayed, shoulders rolled, weight balanced, ears back Attack: Lunged forward the to the left (Artemis's right) where she is attempting to rip open Artemis's flank and shred her back right leg. Since you all love diagrams I have made on‌e =D --> click Speech,

In Regards to Isardis vs. Seraphine

Posting with this account to avoid ooc comments on Isardis' account. I will give Azzy a three day extension to respond to The Challenge before defaulting. The final time will be that of Isardis' last post.

- Yumpy.

NOTE TO THE JUDGE: trynx and i agreed to leniency with deadlines; rather than three days between posts, we decided upon five. fighting bit starts at the **
good luck trynx, and pm me if you need clarification on anything <3

There she would stand among a broken people, a beacon of immense vigor and fortitude, enraptured by her success in decimating a nation with a single command that fell so confidently from bloodied lips. She was not ignorant to their capability of reforming their pitiful establishment and yet she cared so little for this great possibility; she had reigned victorious over their sovereign and would thusly disassemble their confidence as she presided as the ultimate foil in their plans?they would not forget the day the young girl had usurped their leader with few wounds to account for it aside from a torn cheek and bruised shoulders that would only throb with physical contact. Even still, the injuries sustained from the battle with the russet-kissed queen would not deter the pallid banshee from finishing her initial task of obtaining Isardis? children, so she would not stray from the arena until her mission had been fulfilled, defenses solidified as her mismatched gaze searched the sea of faces for Glaciem?s former prisoner and mother to the albino?s spawn.


Venom leaked so freely from the slackened jaws of a witness to her feat, immediately ensnaring the pale phantom?s attention with its biting nature, skull swiveling in the perpetrator?s direction to grant her with a view of the wraith. Had the chocolate-masked girl not appeared as youthful as Artemis herself, the tyrant might have believed her to be the mother whose babes she sought to thieve; alas, the youthful qualities of her countenance and the ignorance of her words proved this theory wrong. Regardless of the insolent girl?s presumed uselessness, the banshee would regard her speech to its entirety despite an increasing urge to forcibly silence her as she so boldly slung insults through the air, amusement playing across her marred visage in the form of a quirked brow. The girl seemed oblivious to the fact that she had revealed vital information about Isardis? spawn in the heat of her uncontainable tantrum?information that neither she nor Isardis had known previously?but Artemis would allow only a soft chuckle to surface from her seething form in response. No?that was all she could manage before a vehement command resounded from the sidelines, drawing her attention away from the indignant youth before she could threaten her standing as a freed woman.


She was fire?a raging inferno determined to destroy all in her path, and yet the youthful paladin would find herself unintimidated by the fury of the dainty Adravendi even as she settled into a defensive stance, maneuvering mere feet away from where she stood, rooted and ready. Amethyst and metallic gaze remained fixated upon the smaller woman, scrutinizing her as she was simultaneously examined beneath the critical eye of her soon-to-be opponent, waiting in apprehensive silence for the russet-faced woman to speak up and voice her intentions. It took a few moments of quiet tension before, at long last, the woman spoke up again, poisonous words shattering the silence and assaulting Artemis? ears once more as she was?yet again?referred to as a mere pawn in the albino?s plans for total domination. She knew it was far from the truth?Isardis had not implanted the delicious scheme to overthrow the Valhallan queen within the confines of her diseased mind nor had he manipulated or charmed her; she had been in his pack and therefore it had been her duty to abide to his command just as it might have been theirs to adhere to Chrysanthe?s. But she had no reason to explain herself to the ex-Valhallans?they could believe what they would of her and the viper would find little room to care. She knew who she was and knew who controlled her, and it was not the northern king. No?the one being who possessed every ounce of her eternal devotion resided six feet under, and perhaps, come the end of this newly-waged battle, so would she.


**The russet-faced woman of whom Artemis could only assume to be the mother of Isardis? lost children would extend an invitation to death, and Artemis would have no choice in the matter but to comply. Despite the fact that she had already battled only minutes prior, the paladin was far from exhausted and had received no hindering injuries throughout the previous fight, and therefore would be in near-prime condition as she fought for the life in her very veins against a slightly smaller and fairly lighter opponent. Her defenses had been secured throughout the duration of her time upon the battlefield and would not falter now, especially not now with such an imperative battle at hand. Skull would remain lowered over her breast and her tail would stay aligned with her spine, vibrant gaze narrowed to thin slits and ears sewed against the contours of her crown, abdomen tensed and weight evenly distributed among all four limbs. Shoulders would roll forward in their sockets and neck would scrunch to shield the front and sides of her neck in a protruding layer of fat, hackles prickled along the base of her neck and spinal column while her chin tucked tightly against the curvature of her neck. Robust appendages would remain evenly spaced beneath her tensed body and her toes would spread as her nails bit lightly into the soil to retain traction, each limb bent slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity and allow for quick movement. Slavering and ravenous jaws would unhinge as her bloodied lips unfurled to reveal the stained artillery of choice, beckoning Mama Bear into the lion?s den with the challenging gleam of her stare. ?Come and get it!


And come she would.


Artemis was no fool that would sit idly back and wait for her opponent to approach her; no?quite contraire. And thus, the moment Azalea?s limbs would push her forward and to Artemis? right, Artemis, too, would seek to maneuver forward and to her own right, powerful front prepared for the potential collision between herself and her opponent as she sought to bring her own body directly in front of Azalea?s, hoping that her own broad body might serve to block Azalea?s attempt at getting upon her (Artemis?) right side. Azalea?s jaws were gaping, presumably striking low and more to the right (since she had wanted to bite Artemis? flank and right hind leg, which is low), so Artemis would take the opportunity presented to her to try and stop her opponent from landing a crippling bite somewhere upon her own body. Jutting right front shoulder blade would drop in an effort to align the pointed part with Azalea?s slackened jaws during her hopeful charge forward to meet her adversary head-on, where she would attempt to slam the tough shoulder bone into Azalea?s mouth and against her teeth upon her top jaw, hoping that the force of her forward momentum and brutish weight of one hundred and thirty pounds might dislodge Azalea?s teeth, severely bruise the jaws, and possibly send her opponent backwards with recoil. Of course, this would end in repercussions to her own shoulder should she find success, and yet, sacrifices needed to be made when one fought for their life, so Artemis would pay the possibility little heed for now [COUNTERATTACK, PENDING DAMAGE].


Simultaneously, her own jaws would seek to snake towards the right of Azalea?s skull (Azalea?s right), muzzle hopefully angled in towards the middle portion of Mama Bear?s right-sided neck where her ravenous incisors would attempt to deeply penetrate the untainted flesh located there. Top set of jaws would seek to wrap more towards the back of Azalea?s right-sided neck while her mandible would seek to pierce more along the side, hoping to obtain a deathly grasp with her jaws with the intentions of piercing life-sustaining veins within the neck, desiring to see her adversary?s blood paint the arena a deathly shade of red. Left forepaw would lift from the earth and her weight would shift evenly among her three grounded limbs to maintain her balance, attempting to have the forepaw slam down heavily upon Azalea?s right front toes with the intentions of breaking the bones beneath her weight. She needed to inflict damage upon her opponent and she needed to do it quickly?any wounds would suit her fancy and aide her on her path to the slaughter of this impulsive mother, so her fullest potential would have to rear its head if she wished to come out of this fight alive.


She could not die today?not when there were so many reasons to live.





artemis vs azalea

for

death


round one of four


attack maneuvering forward and to her own right in an effort to cut off azalea's attempt at coming upon her right side, wanting to position herself directly in front of azalea. right shoulder lowers to align the pointed part with azalea's opened jaws, hoping to thrust the tough bone into aza's mouth and against her teeth so that she might dislodge aza's teeth, severely bruise the jaws, and knock aza backwards upon impact (COUNTER). jaws aiming to wrap about the middle portion of aza's right-sided neck, aiming a little more to the back of aza's neck rather than the front. left forepaw seeking to slam down heavily upon aza's right forepaw, hoping to break her toes beneath her weight.

defense skull lowered, tail out, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, abdomen tensed, weight evenly distributed, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, hackles raised, chin tucked, limbs evenly spaced, toes splaying, nails gripping, limbs bent to lower center of gravity, jaws unhinged, teeth exposed. readjusts her balance among her three grounded limbs as she raises her left forepaw.

injuries none from the current fight; damage pending from azalea's bites {art countered aza's first jaw attack, so the success of the second bite becoming a possibility depends upon the success of the counter}.

SERAPHINE vs ISARDIS GLACIEM and AMPUTATION (foreleg) move THREE of THREE Head would make contact with its target, and even if she wanted it to hurt him more, she would feel a decent amount of pain from the connection as well, heavy bruising and some swelling sure to to form. And to her surprise, she would be lucky enough to land her next attack on his lower neck. When she had lunged down to grasp his neck, her own head had pulled back upon meeting flesh, jaws clamping down, not only to pull and cause some bit of damage but to scrunch up the skin on her own with shoulders rolling forward to bring more folds. Legs would bend as she held her ground, toes gripping the earth, body tense. An ear twitched at the man's snarl, and with how her head was rotated she would have enough time to react to his attack coming towards her face again. Was he jealous of her good looks? Had she enough time the girl would have laughed at the silly joke, but she had to react to his moves. Upon his head coming down, jaws hungry to grab hold of her, she would increase the pressure of the bite she had on him and push forward once again. Eyes would close for a brief second, a snarl erupting from her throat, muffled by the flesh she had hold of as his fangs sank into the flesh behind her skull, just behind her cheeks. With the force he tried to use on her, his teeth would sink into the folds of skin about 3 centimeters, scratching muscle, enough to be sore a few days. She was determined to keep her hold on him however, and though the force with his bite hurt and pushed her head down a bit, she still held onto his neck tightly, his attack only causing her jaws to pull at it. She'd smirk at another attempt to use a foreleg against one of her own, a fetish for them perhaps? But when she had side stepped she had replanted her paws on the ground, he tried stomping down on the closest paw to the left he was reaching out with, which happened to be her right one. (only paw closest to his left would be the right which was successful in hooking his neck as you said, so... I tried working with this) Paw would quickly slide back, his coming into contact with her middle toes, bruising sure to come. But she would be able to slide them out from under him to hook around his nape, the other three legs remaining on the ground, evenly spread and paws digging into the ground. Before she knew it the man was throwing himself towards her, his left shoulder blade coming into contact with the center of her right shoulder and into her armpit, pain sparking that would cause bruising. With her right limb raised and hooked around his nape she would get most of the contact to her shoulder, but with her ligaments straining with his shove it would cause soreness from being stretched. Her jaws would finally give up their hold on his neck with the shove, causing a bit of discomfort with her jaws, a bit of soreness. Right foreleg would remove itself from the man's nape and plant itself on the ground to get her weight back onto all four when she felt it shifting to her left side form his shove. Back hips would swing right, his craning skull bringing her head towards his right shoulder, but her front limbs would tense up and push her body back to the right. This was a fight for his pack, not death! She would not allow him to damage her spine in such a manner, what else should she have expected from the coward. Lips would pull back, jaws ajar with a snarl ripping the air around her like cloth. She didn't care about his hold on her neck, right behind her head, she wanted to get this silly game of his over with. Back legs would bend, the front half of her body lowering the slightest she could with his hold still on her. Front limbs would slide forward about two inches while her body pulled back, left fore and hind legs moving outward since she was almost perpendicular to the man with her hip swing, she would keep her shoulders forward however to keep the skin folds, for if he attempted to tighten his grip on her he would only get more skin. Suddenly back limbs would extend, using as much force as possible with their close proximity to push her body right and forward to try and push him back, right shoulder being thrown forward in an attempt to knock into his left. She hoped it would take the breath outta him, or at least make his chest sore where hers would hopefully make contact. She was willing to risk damage to her neck for this move, the force she hoped would cause the man to move back to prevent his neck from being damaged by the force and to keep his precious little hold on her or to let go for another sneaky attack. Right and forward she would go, limbs pushing her body towards him, paws planting themselves firmly on the ground, evenly apart before shoving forward again. Head would be pushed forward with her push, jaws parting widely. With the skin folds in the man's jaws she would have a bit more movement that he would have probably expected, though she couldn't be sure. Neck would stretch, jaws swinging to the right in an attempt to land a vicious bite on the man's upper right foreleg once again, top jaw on the outside and lower jaw on the inside of his limb. With her previous bite that missed her target and slide upwards, she hoped it would be sore and cause more pain with another attack to the same spot. This time however, she would try not to release if it appeared she was winning, apply as much pressure as possible to break the bone, then twist her head left and right to tear at the flesh to amputate him. (wasn't sure if we stick the attack for the maim in our last round or not) He wouldn't leave this fight without something to remember her by, even if she lost.

ref of her positioning; link

ISARDIS v SEREPHINE for Glaciem & Maim Round 1 Isardis: 9 for clarity- 8 for powerplaying.his positioning is a little twisted (-2), 10 for defenses. stance squared, weight evenly spread, knees bowered, chest lowered, toes splayed and claws digging into soil, tail level with spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, muscles tense, 7 for attack. shoving with his left shoulder(+2), bite to seraphine's spine(+3), hooking with right ankle (+2) 10 for injuries.First round Round one Isardis Total: 44/50 Serephine: 8 for clarity- some descriptions required re-reading (-2) 7 for powerplaying.she wouldn't be able to reach Isar's right leg with the amount of space between their shoulders (-2), be careful with wording "would pull out of the man's grasp once he leg go" he might not let go (-1) 7 for defenses. shoulders bunched, back legs bent, claws digging into ground, body lowered, weight evenly distributed, jaws parted, shifted to the right 7 for attack. bite to isardis's right leg(+3), shoving with right shoulder(+2), stomping with left foot(+2) 10 for injuries.First round Round one SERAPHINE Total: 39/50 Round 2 ISARDIS: 9 for clarity- movements get muddled in hyperbole (-1) 6 for powerplaying. too much movement (-3), attempted damage is too severe (-1) 10 for defenses. stance squared, weight evenly distributed, knees bent, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws in ground, tail moving and level with his spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed, ears pinned 8 for attack. bite to ribs(+3), bite to face(+3), thrusting into opponent (+2) 5 for injuries. broken toes (-2), bite to foreleg (-2), minor bruising (-1), Round two NAME Total: 38/50 SERAPHINE: 9 for clarity- Minor grammar issues (-1) 6 for powerplaying. "she would hold her grip on his upper right foreleg" you can't assume you retained a grip, that's up to your opponent (-2), you need to further describe the damage made from the bite to her face (-2), 8 for defenses. weight evenly distributed, limbs bent, toes splayed, ears back, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled, jaws clenched, muscles tense, 6 for attack. thrusting head into Isardis's jaw (+2), bite to Isardis's neck (+3), hooking with right leg (+1) 5 for injuries. minor bruising (-1), bite to muzzle (-2), bite to rib area (-2) Round two SEREPHINE Total: 34/50 Round 3 ISARDIS: 10 for clarity- a clear post 8 for powerplaying. Isar's larger, but his jaw isn't big enough -in comparison to Seraphine's head- to spread from cheek to cheek from behind (-2) 10 for defenses. stance squre, weight evenly distributed, kneew bent, toes splayed, claws in soil, tail level with spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered, neck scrunched, chin tucked, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, muscles rigid 5 for attack. bite to the back of Serephine's head(+3), swiping with his left forepaw(+2), 5 for injuries. moderate bruising (-2), bite to neck (-3), Round three ISARDIS Total: 38/50 SEREPHINE: 7 for clarity- "...the bite she had on him and push forward once again" push forward how? (-2), "heavy bruising and some swelling sure to form" where? (-1) 9 for powerplaying.her left paw would be closest to his left paw (-1) 10 for defenses. legs bent, toes gripping the earth, body tense, back legs squared, jaws ajar, body lowered, shoulders forward, 6 for attack. worsening bite to neck (+1), pushing with right shoulder (+2), bite to right foreleg (+3) 3 for injuries. moderate bruising (-2), bite to the back of head (-3), bruised toes (-2) Round three SEREPHINE Total: 35/50 Totals: NAME: 120/150 NAME: 108/150 And the winner is... Isardis! Serephine must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Damage: Isardis- Injured toes, will take one ooc week to heal. injured leg, may cause a limp, will take one ooc week to heal. Serephine as this was a maim challenge, Serephine is now blind(whether completely or in the eye that was attacked during the fight is up to the two of you) Notes: Tips for both writing, and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here) - By [Serendipity]