'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)

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The wraith seemed to be drawn to gore and agony like a moth to an open flame, so when the banshee?s screech resounded to announce a warrant for death and distress upon the island, Morphine would be quick to greet the challenge as she leapt to her paws, the fine strands of pallid fur upon her spine bristling with excitement. Adrenaline freely pumped throughout her petite form as she maneuvered towards the epicenter of the summoning call, metallic eyes alive with malice and heart pulsing vehemently within her chest. Despite the fact that she had the baggage of developing hellhounds beneath her slightly-bulging abdomen, the wench moved swiftly towards the battlefield, desiring to make a prompt entrance even though the beckon for demise was aimed towards an unknown perpetrator and not the ice queen herself. Regardless, she would meet the challenge as if it were her own detached skull that was wanted to adorn the battlefield and her blood that was needed to cloak the earth like a red carpet, skull and tail in alignment with her spinal column in her signature warrior?s stance. A smirk plastered itself to her pristine countenance as she approached the scene, pupils falling upon not one, but two challenging canines that were simply parched for blood, offering both females a glance but no words of encouragement. She recognized neither, though the stench that littered both of their bodies wasn?t entirely foreign to the witch ? they both smelled similar to the tawny lass she had encountered once before: Aria. Instinct forced her to put two and two together, deciphering that the trio of women belonged to the same pack she hadn?t known existed until weeks prior.


The aroma of another pack ? one that was strictly familiar to the ex-Tortugan ? wafted through her nostrils as she entered the fray, gaze flickering over to the couple whose defeat was sought, both canines complete behemoths that towered well over a foot higher than the dainty phantom of twenty-eight inches. She registered both countenances as familiar: the superior reigning duo over the pack that had aligned itself to her former ? one meant to defend her metaphorical crown, and the other meant to defend his actual crown. A simper drew itself upon her visage as she observed the black traitor of Tortuga and his russet challenger, curiosity striking her as she pondered just what dastardly deed Kaios had done to deserve the bounty over his head from one outside of Tortuga, for she knew there was hatred for this brute oozing from certain Tortugans. But, the woman was unable to give it much thought, for the second battle intrigued her just as much as the first to see a canine challenging a mammoth. She strode nearer to it, straying from the small and bitter crowd that had gathered in support of the gargantuan two, whelps that appeared not much older than half a year offering such biting words to the serpentine witch that dare challenge their enraged mother. Approval towards the dark temptress sprouted, empathizing with the underdog for her own potential had always been questioned due to her petite size. But she would refrain from placing bets upon either of the four gathered, simply interested to see the aftermath as she plopped her rump into the tainted floor of the battlegrounds, pupils dancing between each present in anticipation for action.