Righteous paws carry her to the battlefield, carries her to what she has sought and bled for and cried for since the beginning of time, since the beginning of the very earth. Foam gathers ever-so-slightly at the corners of her mouth as she sweeps upon the dusty and bloodied land like a plague sent from hell itself, half-crazed but wholly righteous. Just as she had enacted justice upon Kaios for his deeds, she would now enact justice for all of Alacritia--by taking back what is rightfully hers. Months have twisted the woman into bloodthirsty wraith, one paranoid of the intentions of everyone she had known. Only Medusa and her son have proved themselves worthy--only they have shown that they are worthy of her love, of her blood. And she will take Sawtooth for them--will reclaim the ghost of Ludicael as her own. She will bring it to greatness--once and for all. Dial is tossed to the sky and she screeches like a banshee for her opponent, call as strong as the muscles that ripple along the length of her powerful legs. Defenses shift into place. Lungs burst with life, with energy, with determination. And she is ready. She will destroy them all. JUPITER VS DHIREN for LUDICAEL SAWTOOTH round 0/??

i'll show you everything , She calls, and he answers. She may not have called for him, but Oberon would never let his mother fight this battle alone. Always, he will support her. Always he will stand by her side. And if he can fight for her, he will. But this fight, at least, is his mother's. He can do little to help her, but he will do what he can. The black and peach wolf found himself standing silently behind the orange form of his mother. She stood tall and proud, larger even than her son, and Oberon found himself almost in awe of her. Jupiter had always been a Sol to him; he would always consider her to be a Queen, even if she did not have a pack. And now, it seemed, she was intent on reclaiming what had always been rightfully hers. After all, Oberon remembered what it had been like, as a pup, when they had had a family and a home and Alacritia as a whole had been vastly different. He wasn't sure that he liked it better now - but he was, on the whole, glad that he had made it back in one piece. Solemnly, Oberon settled back on his haunches, lifting his voice only enough that Jupiter would hear it. "You will succeed, mother." Of course she would. His faith in his mother was boundless - she was Jupiter Illiadis, and if she desired, she could tear down the world brick by brick and build it anew. Oberon, despite being descended from her blood, felt as if he were weaker than the woman who had birthed him. Perhaps strength was not carried by blood - but then again, perhaps he would reveal untold strength and determination if someone came to harm his mother. He would never let anyone hurt her, not if he could help it. Falling silent, Oberon settled down to wait, tail wrapping around his paws as he waits to see how this wolf will react to being challenged by the rightful ruler of his pack. Would there be a fight to the bitter end? Of course, Jupiter would win; she was more experienced than any other wolf these lands could boast of. How many had won as many death matches as she? How many had won as many battles as his mother? It had to be a short list, if it even existed at all. ""

A sigh would fall from her lips as she heard the drawn out howl of a forgotten spirit. Somehow she?d always known this day would come, but she was ready all the same. Dhiren had prepared to move the family, she would come to see the alpha she once served under. Pristine paws would carry her to stand before Jupiter, she had walked briskly as to not waste anyone?s time. Bright bicolored eyes would fall upon the vibrant she wolf, the tuggings of a smile on her lips. ?Welcome back, Jupiter.? Her smile would grow more wide as she spoke to the battle ready queen. For a moment she would grow quiet, her mind trying to form the words that needed to be said. ?Your throne awaits you.? With that she would dip her head in farewell, turning from the woman and returning to her family. Ludicael had never been hers to begin with, and with ease she would return to pack to its master. -exit song- Speech,

He had been always been one to watch out for the drama close by, and well- it seemed like one was about to take place. He had been lurking from a distance, looking upon the flame tainted woman with a curiosity,did she seek power for the greed? Or was there a personal reason behind it. Either way the oceanic fiend had been caught, interested in the display that had been presented. He would venture closer, though still on the sidelines as to not disturb the wolves in the centre of it all. The gathering was only small though, making it easier to watch. He would listen to the placid woman whom he presumed was the queen, and it was rather surprising to see the pack being given away, unless he witnessed it all wrong. He would sit back, a respectable distance away, far enough not to be in the way though close enough to watch and just about hear everything.

image by Away, Table by Oasis

[ possibly M for language ]

He is there for her--and he is first. He is first before even the alpha that she challenges--he proves to her what he has always proven since her return; Oberon is above the rest. Only a glance is spared to him before she waits. And waits. She grows impatient. Claws dig into the earth and then, finally someone shows their face. Lips curl to reveal yellowed ivories as her opponent finally appears but it is not anger on Song's face. The white female smiles. Tensed muscles freeze at the woman's words, icing her into place until the moment that Song turns her back on her. Again. "Don't you fucking dare," she snarls, bounding forward like a hound from hell to plant her body in the other's path, fur bristling and tail raised. "You don't get to walk away from me, not again." Tears brim at the edge of her eyes. Jupiter had never walked away but once. When two wolves stood in her way between her and Ludicael, she had driven them both into the ground. When Kaios had threatened her family, her pack, had threatened Song's family in his existence, she had eliminated the threat. When the black male had challenged for Ludicael, Jupiter had not walked away. She had fought. She had fought with every tooth, every claw, defending what she loved. She had loved Song. Cherokee. Dhiren and Marvel and Medusa and Oberon and Aegira. Snarls echo from cavernous chest without pause or relent as Jupiter takes another step forward. She hadn't walked away! She hadn't walked away until a disease threatened all of their lives and nearly took hers, and then all of the sudden she'd become the villain. Become the forgotten. "You haven't earned the privilege to walk away from me, Song." Hurt. She is hurt, terribly hurt. Tears brim at the corner of her eyes--angry tears, hurt tears. Years of it all building up, all crescendoing into one final bout of fury. "For months, for y e a r s, I fucking fought for you. I fought for you, for Ludicael. I killed for you. And not a single one of you ever cared, ever fought with me." They'd used her. All but Medusa. They'd all used her. Every last f u c k i n g one of them and she'd come to realize that. While she'd cover herself in scars defending their homes, they had all sat cozy in their dens birthing pups, all lost in their own vast carelessness. And it has broken her. All of it. A calm washes over her. It is sudden, unpredictable. Defenses hold fast and she takes several calm steps back, putting their distance at about five yards. A dark chuckle slips from her lips and her muzzle wrinkles in a snarl. "Go ahead, Song." The world falls away and those eyes, those violet eyes, see only her. "Walk away now. Walk away and don't fight what you care for. You should be used to it." She will fight for them, or I will take them. And she will know what struggle feels like. And then, Jupiter raises her maw, and calls for ownership of every member of Sawtooth, the howl strong until the moment she lowers her dial. JUPITER VS SONG for SAWTOOTH MEMBERS round 0/??

Curiosity drew the slate female closer, closer to the source of a banshee's wail.  It was the call of challenge.  Perhaps it was time Alacritia had a bit of a change, especially that of the Destructions.  They had gone unchallenged for their home for far too long.  The quiet ones always had their endings in Alacritia, she had learned that pretty quickly from what songs called over the lands, banshees and gladiators screaming for blood.  This one in particular...  Her song was captivating and deadly. Like a moth to light, the slate female would come, and lo and behold, she would find a familiar face.  Oberon.  Quietly, the tempest would seat herself, haunches folding to accommodate her new position.  She would hear the voice of the male, and one word stuck out like a nail.  Mother.  If this tempest was Oberon's mother, she was quite the warrioress.  "That's your mother, Oberon?"  She would lean to the side, peridots taking in all of the details.  They contrasted so sharply, but both had such familiar features to them.  "She knows what to fight for."  Ah, such conflict had to have happened sooner than when she had come to Alacritia from the ruins of her old home.  The tempest had heard stories of such trials and tribulations, of using and plays.  This woman seemed to be one of the many cards, and she was fighting back.  Nocturne would definitely join this woman's pack when this was over.  Would Oberon do the same?  The brute had interested her, and she wanted to know more about him and his family after this hell passed overhead.

She flew in a rage, anger so unusual upon the girl that she wondered if the earth trembled with each step she took. As she arrived upon the field she slowed, frowning as she gazed at her mother drawing in what the white woman said and though she was not happy with it she started to draw back. Then the sunny woman did something that Canta had never thought she'd ever see. Anger once more overflowed in her and she jumped towards Jupiter. "You were never a villain!" She screeched, ears pulling back and fangs barring. "The pack needed a constant presence and with you gone someone had to step in! There was never any negative judgement aimed at you!" She glared at the woman. "This is what makes you a villain! Cross this line and you will be the bad guy, always! Sawtooth will never bow to you!" She stood strong defiance in her face. "My mother bled, she cried and nearly died for this pack, for this family! You will never own us! You can hold us but we will fight you at ever turn, you will crumble from within, and when a weakness is seen you will be destroyed!" Speech, Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire, Thank you Nine!

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? she manifests from her shadowed realm like a phoenix risen from the ashes, clad in the glory and spite of a forgotten tyrant queen as she maneuvers with assertive finesse across this degenerate crypt -- this paradise for the wicked. and upon a marred countenance she dons a grin so criminal, incisors that had previously served as the guillotine and as the tools for usurping unveiled in her wry expression as she bestows upon the vindictive firebird her silent { and notably rare } praise and support. yet the illiadis does not retain the phantom?s attention for long before her mismatched gaze ravages the woman?s true adversaries, velveteen lips tweaking once more with indifference as disdain clouds her judgment. and silently she contemplates the epidemic that has perpetually wracked alacritia?s natives -- this plague that forces cowardice to rear its hideous head when confronted by those of proven competence and strength. but the former tyrant queen merely laughs, a dry, mirthless sort of chortle. pallid skull inclines towards the insipid girl, frigid gaze regarding her with the faintest trace of amusement as her hysterics permeate the foreboding silence of the amphitheatre, denial prominent in her tones. yet the phantom reclines upon robust thighs, unperturbed of her ally?s critics but aware of her surroundings all the same. ?au contraire, dove,? the elysius chimes in, vocals a deceptive croon as she offers her object of intrigue a bewitching grin. ?i?m afraid miss illiadis will own you and your pack -- if your mother?s cowardice prevails.? table by lu, avatar by chelsea.

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Due to DHIREN not posting in the allotted time, JUPITER is the winner, and is now the Alpha of Sawtooth and has ownership over all Sawtooth members.

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

[ I have been given permission to alter the maim and the context of the fight due to the fact that the tongue maim has been deemed unrealistic. Making a note here to make it clear that I have permission to edit Jupiter's dialogue and minorly edit her attacks involving the changed maim. Permission given by Tealah! ]

She stiffens as she realizes it--quivers at the deep, husky inhalation of Song's scent. Form freezes for a long moment before dark lips crack slowly into a crooked grin, posture easing back into her battle-ready stance. "No," she replies. There is no snarl tainting her tone--only cold, icy intelligence, calculation, realization as she lets the anger seep from the forefront of her conscience. "Sawtooth was never yours to give, was it, Song?" In her rage, she had missed it--missed the lack of the scent put off by someone in charge. She learns, now--learns the foolishness of her rage and merely smooths herself to a frozen sheet. "Pitiful." Paws sound behind her and whirls, audits flattening and defenses steeling themselves for the wolf that jumps at her from behind. She shifts, turns her body towards her own right, so that she can shift herself to be perpendicular between her two potential opponents (Song on her right, Canta on her left), knowing better than to turn her back on one unless needed. Her titanium alarm fades at the words that jump from the wolf's lips and she can't help but narrow her eyes and smile. Mother. The last she had seen of this wolf, she had been but a babe, as much of a child as she has been now. She takes one good look at the canine, abyssal pupils sweeping from down up to take in her slightly-smaller form and can't help but respond in a mirthless laugh. "Still sucking from your mother's teat, I see," she responds calmly. The woman remembers the black child, hardly anything but a newborn, cradled between Song's pale arms, tucked away in the salt-washed mangroves. They'd grown up in the safety of the glowing waters and enveloping branches and roots, in Lover's Mangrove. Their heart. Their home. Their pride. Made safe by her. She had guarded them with her life, with her soul and when she had dragged her diseased body away to save them, they had forgotten her. Months she'd lain in a den tucked at the end of the earth, Mercury hunting prey for her that she could not keep down, forcing water down her throat that felt like lead in her chest. Prayed that they would come to save her from her isolation, the last of her strength spent on pulling herself away. But months passed and she had slowly nursed herself back to strength. Alone. Paranoid. Terrified of death for the first time in her existence. Not even while staring Kaios' fangs in the face had she feared it but there, alone, with only Mercury at her side, she had felt that fear. And it had manifested--into this. Into a beast, raging and thirsting for their blood, fangs hungry and burning for the taste of copper crimson on her tongue. Conscience convinced--no, knew that they had forsaken her, had left her for dead. And it has turned her into this. And she will take it to her grave. "If only you were as passionate about doing things as you are about defending your poor, cowardly mother." In a twisted way she almost pities the poor girl. She could have honed that fire into something so productive, so fruitful. But instead, the woman is here, bound by that terribly ironic family name unworthy of even a penny, bound by an unworthy upbringing to preach of villains and heroes and yet be neither; they are worse than villains. Scum. "Your loyalty is nothing to me." Audits detect that wonderful, familiar voice and she captures the white woman in her peripherals. "Long time no see, dear," she croons casually, eyes still focused on the dark-pelted lass before her. Calculating. Pondering. Considering. She does not catch sight of the woman who has sidled next to her son and nor does she hear her words, but she will come to her attention. Eventually. After a quiet moment, she licks her lips, her focus sharpening. "And you," she snaps suddenly, icily, voice rising as her eyes bore into Canta. She scoffs. "So disgustingly blinded by your family's preaching. Though I suppose that's good--it means you won't be needing this." The moment that last syllable leaves her lips, she lunges. The power-housed behemoth, long recovered, seeks to close their proximal distance of several feet with two short but sudden and rapid strides. Due to her earlier twist, should the other's position not have altered, she makes her attempted diagonal assault from Canta's right. Jupiter's right shoulder is thrown forward as she aims to catch the other off-guard, seeking to brutally slam her right shoulder blade into the base of the she-wolf's throat, hoping to either completely destroy her vocal chords or wind her, at the very least. Shoulder is tossed forth with what is needed of her upper weight, ensuring that her right paw remains forward and on the earth as she attacks. Left paw seeks to slam unforgivingly upon the babe's right paw, seeking to dig talons down at the pressure points above the toes, hoping to grind her toes into those points and break something. Jupiter's dial cocks to her own right as gaping jaws seek to lodge top fangs directly into the woman's right eye, lower teeth hoping to hook painfully behind the bony line of the right side of Canta's lower jaw. Upper fangs hope to spear it from its top, down into its core, as she seeks to rip it clean from the other's socket. With warrior's precision, previously-laid defenses hold fast and strong. Previously-balanced weight shifts to compensate for her movement and maintain that balance. Tail is swept even with her spine. Front right leg is straightened upon the earth to drive her momentum into her attempted attack on the girl's throat, along with her front left leg as it seeks to thrust downwards, but her hind limbs remain properly bent and limber. Claws dig into the ground (and hopefully into f l e s h!), finding purchase where they can. Left shoulder rolls forward as much as allowed and is needed for minor protection of the base of her throat. Neck remains scrunched, stretching only minimally in her attempt to crunch upon her opponent's features. Narrowed eyes are overshadowed by furrowed brows. Lips remained curled, out of the way of her jaws, and audits remain firmly pinned against her skull. No mercy for the wicked. JUPITER VS CANTA for REMOVAL OF RIGHT EYE round 1/[2? 3?]

((Fighting starts below the -----------)

The sunny woman whirled, her posture becoming defensive. The fireball before Canta standing with a clear gaze of her and her mother. Anger rolled of the young Destruction as she watched Jupiter smile. A growl vibrates through her. Gods damn her, Gods damn her to every single circle of hell! Her expression remains that of rage, that of pure anger not only towards the woman but to the actions that to her mind do not seem like they were committed by Jupiter, former alpha of Ludicael, but by some monstrous twisted version of the woman she had once looked up too. Poison drips from the woman?s lips and Canta shifted ever so slightly backwards, weight resting upon her hind legs; lips twitching upwards as the woman dares to question Canta?s resolve. The girl did not deign to answer, unwilling to stoop to such low levels. The woman continued to ramble on and Canta observed, emeralds narrowing to slits as she watched, looking at the way the former leader held herself, looking for a weakness to exploit if it so turned to it. Finally though the comment about loyalty gets to her and Canta did something she hoped the woman didn?t expect. She scoffed, a laugh coughing its way out of her throat. ?I hope you are ready to eat those words.? Her mind already plotting, working at high speeds. An opalescent woman dragged Canta?s attention away from Jupiter, glaring daggers at the woman before her attention was once more pulled to her former Alpha. Hissed words are her only warning before Jupiter launched towards her. ------------------ Canta shifted her weight further back, her legs splaying to support her frame. Toes spread and her tail flagged out behind her. Her head ducked low over her throat, ears and lips pulling back, her eyes narrowing. Her knees bents and her shoulder rolled forwards, the fur along her spine rising. Canta did not move, holding her position as Jupiter charged allowing the vibrant woman to make the first move. As Jupiter?s shoulder blade slammed into the right side of Canta?s lower jaw, which protected her vulnerable throat from the brunt of the charge, she grunted. Her head was pushed to the left side and she stumbled slightly to her left as well. This reaction spares her from the assault on her front paw but not the jaws aimed at her face. Just as Canta snaps her legs back into their previous position and her tail swings out straight behind her again, ivories dig into her face. Canta can feel upper fangs landing upon her brow, narrowly missing the socket of her right eye a hidden gift of her unexpected retreat, lowers hooking solidly under the right side of her jaw. Canta, aware of the danger of her position attempts to mirror Jupiter?s earlier attacks. With a violent jerk she seeks to throw her right shoulder into the bigger woman?s throat, knowing it?d be off center more towards Jupiter?s left side and to the middle of its length. At the same time she shifts what little leverage of her weight she has forwards, right forepaw seeking to slam into Jupiter?s left forepaw with a grinding motion. Anything to get the woman?s grip on her face to loosen. As she does this, her remaining paws splay their toes, doing her best to remain upright as she aims to attack. Jupiter v. Canta For keeping her right eye 1/2 Defenses: Toes splayed, knees bent, legs staggered, shoulders forwards, head down, tail out flat, eyes narrowed, ears back, hackles raised. Attacks: Attempting to jut her right shoulder upwards into the left side of Jupiter?s throat. Right forepaw trying to slam down on Jupiter?s left forepaw. Injuries: Moderate bruising on right side of lower jaw and puncture wounds on right side brow, puncture wounds on under right side lower jaw. (Severity pending) Speech, Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire, Thank you Nine!

The moment her jaws lodge themselves into the other's face, she seeks to tighten her grip to a merciless vice--hoping to either crack the top of the other's woman's skull or break her jaw. She hopes to hold onto that point for as long as physically possible. Immediately she attempts to jerk her whole body backwards. Front paws splay further out from her body--causing the attack on her paw to miss, colliding to the ground less than an inch or so to the right of her paw--to simultaneously drop it. Her solid hook on the other's woman jaw will hopefully serve as a firm handle for her jaws to create the perfect grip on the lass to try and offset her balance and hopefully throw her to the earth. Attempting to abuse her grip, she also simultaneously tries to thrash her head to try and do as much brutal damage as possible. In her attempts to lower, should they be successful, the broad surface of Canta's shoulder will likely collide with the area of the left side of Jupiter's upper neck and the base of her jaw--potentially throwing her grip--albeit violently [ damage from Canta's shoulder throw pending ]. All in all, she attempts to, in one plausible and thrashing movement, assume the role of a puppy tugging violently on a rope. Defenses remain in place--toes splay and claws find purchase on the earth. Movements are supported by properly-placed legs, distributing the weight of her hinds equally to allow her to put as much weight as possible behind her violent tug. Tail lays naturally with the partial upward tilt of her hips. Shoulders are rolled forward against her hopefully-lowered. Neck scrunches thoroughly in her attempts to pull back and lower, creating the perfect pesky buffer to any attacks there. Her hopefully-lowered position serves as a defense in itself, making her throat, chest, and general bottom-side neck (hopefully) unreachable. Eyes remained narrowed and ears pinned in aggression. JUPITER VS CANTA for REMOVAL OF RIGHT EYE round 2/2 attacks added for ooc clarity essentially, four: grip tighten to try and break her jaw/crack bone around Canta's brow, head/upper body drop, head thrash, and body pull, the latter three happening in one movement in the same way, as aforementioned, a puppy jerks on a rope. PM me if it's not clear enough. ^^;

[[Derpped, it turns out that Jup is the same size as Canta so editing to fix the size mentions, confirmed/allowed by Star and overseen by Eve.]]

Pressure pushes down upon Canta?s face as Jupiter tightens her grip and a roar of pain explodes from her lips. The older woman seems intent on pulling back and Canta digs in, her own legs pushing further apart and toes seeking purchase upon the ground as she hopes to use her size to her advantage. Still her former Alpha has a good grip, especially with her fangs hooked under her jaw. Canta could feel herself tipping forward, unable to stop the violent thrashing that Jupiter unleashes upon her poor face. Still she enjoys a small personal victory as her shoulder collides with the other woman?s throat. Jupiter?s grip is violently torn from her face and in once swift movement she attempts to re-balance herself. Scrambling to keep her paws beneath her with her toes spreading and her knees bending to catch her fall; her tail swinging like a pendulum till she rights it out flat behind her. With a growl the girl violently jumps forwards, tucking her head against her chest once more protecting her vulnerable throat. The young destruction aims to ram Jupiter, hoping to snap her head up just before connecting and spreading jaws in an attempt to grab a hold of the right side of Jupiter?s own face. Looking to hook her own upper fangs below the woman?s eye and the lower solidly under her jaw. Eyes remain narrowed and the fur along her spine still stands on end. Jupiter v. Canta For keeping her right eye 2/2 Defenses: Toes splayed, knees bent, legs staggered, shoulders forwards, head down, tail out flat, eyes narrowed, ears back, hackles raised. Attacks: Hoping to ram into Jupiter and snap her head up in time to grab a hold of the right side of Jupiter's face just below her eye. Injuries: Moderate bruising on right side of lower jaw, Severe puncture wounds on right side brow, severe puncture wounds on under right side lower jaw. (From round two:) Severe tearing along the right side of her face in particular above her right eye and under her jaw. OOC : Good fight Star! Speech, Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire, Thank you Nine!

JUPITER v CANTA for MAIM/DEFENSE AGAINST MAIM     Round 1 JUPITER: 8 for clarity- I was slightly confused about the angle in which jupter is coming towards Cant at, had to draw myself a diagram to relate her position with her attack. -2 10 for powerplaying.None seen 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen 7 for attack. shoulder check +1, paw slam +2, bite to face (maim)+4 10 for injuries.First round   Round one JUPITER Total: 45/50   CANTA: 6 for clarity- how much damage was received when jup’s shoulder hit canta’s jaw? -1, was her balance affected by her stumbling? -1, how did her stumble affect her position in relation to jup? -1, “cant snaps her legs back into their previous position?” where did they move to? -1 10 for powerplaying. None seen 9 for defenses. +1 one for each seen, -1 for not adjusting her defenses to the lifting her paw 3 for attack. shoulder check +1, paw slam +2 10 for injuries.First round   Round one CANTA Total: 38/50       Round 2   JUPITER: 7 for clarity- Not sure how Canta’s paw would miss Jups paw unless Jups forepaws slide forward when she leaned back -1, Im not entirely sure when Jup lowers her body, I think I know when, but its not super clear -1, what damage did Jup take from canta’s shoulder -1 3 for powerplaying. it would take a series of bites to break a major bone -1,  even if you move positions, you still need to take damage -1, giving your opponent the option to break free of your grip in a way forces them powerplay, you need to make it clear exactly what damage you take, and what will happen to your hold, don’t leave anything up in the air -3 10 for defenses. +1 for each seen 5 for attack. thrashing her head +1, +4 for grip on canta’s face, 8 for injuries. moderate bruising to the left/upper portion of her neck (judge decision) -2,     Round two JUPITER Total: 33/50   CANTA: 6 for clarity- how much damage was done to her face? -1, where/how is she hoping to ram Jupiter? -1, which angle is her head moving to bite Jup’s face? -1, what side of the face is canta trying to bite? -1 7 for powerplaying. If you rip free of an opponents grasp, then you need to state what damage you tool -2, and even though Jup stated that Canta /could/ get free of her grip, you still need to attempt to get free -1 8 for defenses. +1 for each seen 4 for attack. bite to the face +3, body ram +1 7 for injuries. severe lacerations to the right side of her face surrounding her eye, will scar -3   Round two CANTA Total: 32/50         Totals:     JUPITER: 78/100 CANTA: 70/100     And the winner is...   Jupiter! Canta must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out.   Damage:   JUPITER- pending damage to the left side of her face from Canta’s bite if she obtains a grip that could scar.   CANTA- missing right eye.     Notes:       Tips for both writing, and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here) Notes   For Starsight Your posts are pretty clear and easy to understand, just watch out for how you explain your positioning in relation to your opponent. Also, remember conditionals result in point loss (ie if I do this, then this will happen).     For Lolaf Your posts were also clear and easy to understand, just remember to use more complex attacks and thoroughly describe your injuries. And I apologize for the wait! School has been crazy.       - By [saffie]

For years, she has given. She has given love. Has given protection. Has given everything she had to offer. She has given children, has given adoration. She has given death and given Ludicael. And she has given and given and given until she is empty, until all that is left inside of her aging bones is a vast void, a black hole sucking D E V O U R I N G TAKING! And so she takes and takes and takes to fill that void, fill that hole; takes their dignity, takes their home, takes their family, takes their pride, takes their eye in a spasm of jaws as teeth spear through the orb and rip it from its socket. And so she takes, dancing away, prize earned, and takes and takes as without thought or hesitation tilts her dial slightly to the sky to let the ball roll down her throat, takes in one gulp. Foam takes the corners of her lips and bloodied tongue lashes out to clear it from ebony jowls. Pupils flick. From wolf to wolf. Before she turns sharply and sweeps along Oberon's side, pressing her pelt lightly into his as she passes, beckoning him to their olden kingdom. Taking, taking him with her, pushing him into the void they've all left in her, taking him to fill the loneliness in her heart. [ exit Jupiter ]