'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)

Shadows curled in silent brooding. Waiting, patiently, for their master to come and break the world. Whispers flew across the winds. Betrayer. Death. Violence. It all followed the roaring sound of duo calls. The world was ripped in two. When the sun seemed to shine the brightest hue it was always the clouds that came roaring in so fast to steal it all away. Rage, slithered threw each bone in her body. It coiled and lashed out across her body in waves. She felt so hot. So close, she could see red, but she needed to remained focus. With the call to her god for the love of her life and another for the kingdom she had built from the ashes she needed to keep her head in check.

She stood for a moment and looked onto the transgressors. Mercy was not an option. They had violated her world. Broke into the vibrate ray of colors she had struggled so hard to build. What reason was for this sentence? Her ears fell back, unsure which call to follow. Kaios was the one and only to touch her in such a way that moved her. He stood by her when everyone else had walked away. When Zara had left her to deal with the after math of the Death of the former Kingdom she had claimed. No one would steal that away. Yet that other call, one so wretched it struck her to the bones. She had worked so hard to collect those that belonged to her. Who was this cunt that called to lay claim on what she had earned?

Violet eyes sang with virtue, as they roved from bitch to slut. Murder was in her gaze towards Jupiter. The sentence was set. Written in stone. Written in her mind and she prayed that Cerberus would reward her honor to him with her soul to claim. She would have that bitches head on a spike in front of her homelands. Decorating their borders and screaming what the truth of their pack was worth. Yet as the sentence was set in her violet vindictive gaze burned towards the other. The puppet on strings. She wondered if she tugged hard enough if she could break those strings and the body that held it.

She was a small thing, significantly smaller then her by 10 inches. The bitches weight didn?t even seem to match her own. She was slim and built for speed and yet the behemoth queen was built for both. Sade had though her height and weight had made her sluggish. Yet when shadows shifted and move there she was. When one moment she was there and the next she was not. A queen of assassins was not a title to be taken lightly. Her paws pushed deep into the crushed snow. Elongated claws punctured the ground with the bulk of her weight. She was almost shaking with her anger. Yet confusion shown in her eyes along with bereavement as she looked the female over.

?You call onto the shadows. Dare to demand what blood and tears and ashes have built. Who are you? What madness inflicts you to think you can take a kingdom that needs no taking? Who?s subjects adore their leader and desire to live in peace?? she all but snarled at the woman. Her body was tense and she was doing all she could to contain herself yet the rage to swallow the soul of this woman was more then overwhelming. It was a pity. Should the call not been married with the other. Should the puppet with the strings be acting to her own accord then perhaps the scene could have played differently. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the thrill of violence. She was confident that the rage that was seething deep into the pit of her stomach would help keep her mind focused on the task at hand. She would not fall victim to her own perversion.


ooc: We discussed doing 4 rounds. This is just her getting clarity on what the hell is happening before she fights.