She is the ghoul that haunts the deserts of the west, a goddess in the swirling sands. Amongst such wastes comes burgeoning oases of life. Most unfortunate for the queen of the moon, such oases lie under claim of those who would shed blood for their throne, yet some hadn't bled for their throne quite yet. Just at the borders of the flat plains lightly danced a queen, an archer in the distance, amethysts seeking one to shoot down and approach. Unbenknowst to her, she was about to encounter one of the many evil delicacies Alacritia had to offer, especially one that could possibly take her for another... more dangerous foe. "Bellissimi prati nella notte, rugiada sulle lame, sangue nel terreno. Luna nel cielo, salendo a ci? che ? allora e di oggi." The beautiful howl washed in foreign language and accents vibrated through the night, tempo rising in summons for the queen of these lands. It simply depended on whose queen would arrive to the sound, and perhaps she could have the luxury of a new ally, but not a new member. The moon-carressed woman simply made alliances and readied herself for her own reign to take hold.

A call would ring out in the night, snapping her eyes open. With a growl she would rise, departing from her mates side with reluctance. Slowly they had begun to patch things up, enough so that he slept beside her again. Her coral gaze would linger on his sleeping face before she slipped from the den silently. Broad shoulders would roll as hips swayed. Leisurely she would approach the border. Her coral gaze swept over the pale frame of an unfamiliar woman. The behemoth queen would come a halt several feet away, the border standing between them. A smirk lifted her lips as she spoke. Can I help you, dear? She would purr. Lyrics dripped like honey from dark lips as she silently assessed the woman. Silver audits tipped forward, waiting to catch words. There was something oddly familiar about her appearance, but she would brush it away as an unimportant thought. The woman was smaller than herself, but only by a few inches. The tip of her tail would twitch back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce. Her gaze would hungrily rake the stranger, idly wondering if she held any potential. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Her departure would not go unnoticed. Though he wished the bitch who had called would have waited for a less god forsaken hour to tear his mate from his side but duty was duty. For a short time he would feign sleep, waiting until she departed to see if she would wake him to join her or if she would simply leave him to sleep. She chose the later and as she left he would lift his massive skull and peer into the darkness after her, acidic green eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. The beast would lift himself, following Cataleya's scent in silence until he came across a white woman at the boarders that his wife was facing. Who was this? Why did she look so much like that white woman who he had fought in old Arcanum when he siblings had invaded their land? Immediatly a snarl of distrust would curl up the edges of his lips. The beast would pace behind Cataleya, eyes always in this intruder. Acidic eyes would shift from his wife to the white woman, who while not small still might as well have been a flea in his eyes. It had been some time some he had followed Catalyea around. Why not start tonight, why not beat this woman to the ground for her. He would remain silent, a shadow in the darkness behind his queen, eventually he would cease his pacing and simply loom behind Cataleya. A grin was beginning to form on his lips. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Her lush song had not gone unnoticed, and perhaps now was the time the queen had regards for the hour she had summoned, quietly waiting for what queen held the lands of these oases in the wastes. A silver queen with a coral gaze would arrive to her call, and behind her behemoth frame, loomed an even greater behemoth, a shadow behind her frame, acid green eyes glaring at the tempest. Her coral gaze would rake at her moon-caressed pelt, as would her amethysts back, seeking the framework of both the queen and king. A rich voice would follow their arrival, seeking her reasons of coming and summoning them at such late. Her silvery banner would wave behind her absently, as she reclined, the plume curling about her paws. From her dark lips came a lush accented voice, sung directly to the duo standing before and above her. "I simply have come seeking what leaders rule over the few oases in the western lands." Amethysts happened to catch a glimpse of the silver queen's tail, swinging from side to side, as if she were a cat getting ready to pounce. Cat. The name chimed a little, but she wouldn't jump to conclusions about what she could call this new queen. "Silver queen, you may call me Empyrea, as my name to it's fullest extent is just a bit too lengthy for casual meetings. May I ask what is yours and the shadow king's name?" Lyrics dripped with honey, Italian accents swathing the words in a rich lather. Amethysts poised upon the two, her banner waving gently in wait for a response.

Kylar would follow, moving as a silent shadow behind her. She would stifle the grin that threatened to lift her lips. He paced back and forth her, agitated about something. Heavily accented words would pull her attention from her pacing lover to the stranger before her. Immediate irritation flared in her gaze. All she wanted was to know who ruled here? Well, the silver would happily inform her of who she was. Lips would curl in a wicked smile that was bordering on a snarl. The woman would make introductions, but as of now, she had no use for this woman's name. Nor did she have the right to ask for her own. My dear, you mean to tell me that you pulled me from the comforts of my den and lover, just to see who I was?" Eyes would darken with something dangerous. A humorless chuckle would roll off her tongue. Her crown would tip so that she could glance over her shoulder at Kylar. "What do you think, baby?" Amusement danced across her decorated face as she attempt to pull her mate to her side with simple words. Swinging her gaze back to the woman who had so confidently seated herself, she would speak again. "If you are so eager for knowledge, perhaps you should stay." The Queen would purr, intending the draw woman in. She wasn't sure what it was, but ever since her wild night of rough love with Kylar, she felt right again, ready to take on the world and whatever it decided to throw at her. But she also wanted to play. A need to play the game of cat and mouse was overwhelming. Her willingness for rough and dangerous play would undoubtedly be her downfall one day, but now she was going to enjoy it. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Kylar was restless, angry and not in a great mood considering he had been woken up and his queen torn from his side. Not that he was going to make it easy for Cataleya to leave him for any amount of time but it still would have been nicer to sleep through the night with her. The white woman before them seemed completely at home in her own skin in the sense that she would relax into a seated position before them. Stupid, seating one?s self showed a smugness that Kylar hated already, who sat before company you didn?t know? Hell Kylar never even completely relaxed around Cat or his kids half the time never mind complete strangers. His lip would curl in an instant distaste, taking a step forward to stand at Cataleya?s side. As usual his head would lower, ears pinning and eyes narrowing as toes stretched and flexed in the dirt. She was here for their names? Acidic gaze would loll in his skull, rolling to stare in a strained state at his wife as if waiting for a cue or a hint as to what she was thinking. The white bitch would continue speaking but now Kylar had completely ignored her, tuning her out as his world focused on his wife?s every move. She seemed as agitated by this woman?s words as he was, the muscles in her jaw twitching and clenching just as a muscle in her shoulder quivered in agitation. Little, almost unnoticeable signs that he had no trouble picking out that would soon be followed by harsh and dark words. Kylar would watch his queen in silence like a blood hound stared at its master. She would address him a moment later, asking his opinion and slowly he would look back to the white woman. A sneer would slither up the edges of his lips and his head would tip. He knew what those words meant. ?If you are so eager for knowledge, perhaps you should stay.? His wife would purr and Kylar?s smile widened as he slithered forward in an attempt to move to the white woman?s side or perhaps even behind her. His focus would slip back and forth between Cataleya and Empyra as she had named herself. His muscles would quiver beneath blackened pelt, toned muscles perfectly defined from years of use and practice. He was a behemoth in size and mass, a hulking two hundred pounds to go along with his fort-two inches at the shoulder. He would squash this girl for his lover if that was what he wished but for now? He would simply attempt to claim her and they could go from there. If Cataleya ended up not wanting her then they could dismiss her but Kylar felt like tempting fate today. He moved with the overwhelming force of a freight train, haunches coiling and then unfurling to launch himself forward with terrible speed. He would attempt to close the distance between himself and the white woman as quickly as possible so he could try and reach her before she could even scramble to her paws. Chest would aim to hit her dead in the meat of her left shoulder where muscle covered the joint, hoping to damage the joint and cause sever bruising. At the same time muscular neck would attempt to aim down and grab the woman at the base of her skull where her spine met her skull, trying to use the momentum and his superior weight to shove her into the ground and pin her off the bat. As a final attack his right paw would come up in an attempt to drape his leg over her back, right behind her shoulders in an attempt to continue to shove his weight on her while keeping her perpendicular (T shaped) to Kylar should he be successful and she try to move. His remaining three paws on the ground would shift to widen his stance, joints becoming looser to compensate for his new tripod state. In this position his neck was arched, making it near impossible to grab at the underside of his throat, chin tucked as much as possible as he tried to slam his weight down on the woman. Eyes were narrowed, ears pinned, nose wrinkled to pull as much loose skin around his eyes as possible to serve as protection. His back was arched, stomach tucked to gather as much core strength as possible. Shoulders were rolled forward to an extent in his stance, gathering loose skin around his neck as hackles lifted to make himself look bigger and use the fur to distort ones perspective of where his flesh might be. Remaining three paws on the ground were splayed, joints loosened and leaning back slightly as to not rely on anything but himself for balance. Toes were splayed to give himself as much surface area as possible to balance on, claws dug into the ground for traction. Trail bannered behind him, aligning his spine and working as a rudder for further balance himself. ROUND: 1 OF ??? FOR DOMINANCE/ FORCE CLAIM ATTACKS: Attempting to run at Empyra from her left side at a T so he will collide the center of his chest with her left shoulder at the joint if he is successful. Tries to bite her neck at the base of her skull and force his weight down on her and pin her to the ground. At the same time swings his right leg up to try and drape it over Empyra?s back behind her shoulder to further force his weight on her and/or to keep her in the original T shape. DEFENSE: Listed in last paragraph INJURIES: None HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Default to KYLAR

Due to EMPYREA not posting in the allotted time, KYLAR is the winner.

EMPYREA must give up by either passing out, submitting, or running away and now belongs to ARCANUM.