Piping-Hot Revenge
cala, pesto
Marauder
10-31-2020, 09:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-01-2020, 12:38 PM by Toxicity.)
Toxicity saw the hesitation and doubt in Calamity's eyes. She needed to get rid of that. Doubt had its place, but not here. It was possible that she was so overcome with doubts and pressures that she was holding herself back. Her mortal form and mortal mind were still weak. If she sharpened those, she would be able to come into her godhood surely. Toxicity would love to have her sister by her side especially in worship. The shrine could use an attendant, especially once the walls were up. And while Tox knew she was to have a litter in the next season, she wondered if her siblings would also. How wonderful it would be to have a large brood of pups to raise in prayer and worship together.
In the moonlit mountain, Calamity began her climb, and Toxicity began to say her prayers over her sister. She prayed for their guidance and for godhood to enter her body. She prayed to their father and to Abraxas himself. She felt as if she could feel their power through the moon that beamed down upon them, casting their fur in a blue-tinted light. It felt as if it was their father's gaze looking down upon them benevolently. It had none of the warmth a regular mortal might expect from the idea of their father, but it was all Toxicity knew; a distant, cool light looking down on her. He was good to them, loving when he was alive, but that was so long ago and she was so young that she could no longer remember the fondness in his gaze nor the scent of his coat. Her siblings resembled their mother more than Archon, and Toxicity only hoped her litters would show of their father.
While Tox was lost in thought, she did not notice her other sister as she crept us behind them. She was so focused on Calamity that her first thought when the weight of Pestilence was upon her was that it must have been a mountain cat. It was only when the scent- the stench marred with that of a pack of mortals- flooded her senses did she realize it was instead her sister. Her mind reeled. What was she doing here? How was she here? The force of Pesto knocked her off balance and she slid some way down the mountain. She didn't bother to call out for Calamity. She had taken Pesto once and she could do it again.
She spun around and fought to steady herself on the loose rocks of her footing. She cast a quick prayer and glance at the moon which she had likened to her father just moments ago. "Haven't found that inner peace outside the pack yet, Pest?" Tox called. "I thought you'd be living in eternal bliss and filth as a mortal by now." Toxicity kicked off towards her sister, "I see the filth part is at least right."
Toxicity honed in on the newly healed neck wounds of Pesto. She aimed for those, hoping to rip them open with her jaws once more in order to end this fight swiftly.
WC: 526
TWC: 1615
Toxicity Klein Abraxas ft. Calamity vs Pestilence Klein for melee
Round 1/1
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A
In the moonlit mountain, Calamity began her climb, and Toxicity began to say her prayers over her sister. She prayed for their guidance and for godhood to enter her body. She prayed to their father and to Abraxas himself. She felt as if she could feel their power through the moon that beamed down upon them, casting their fur in a blue-tinted light. It felt as if it was their father's gaze looking down upon them benevolently. It had none of the warmth a regular mortal might expect from the idea of their father, but it was all Toxicity knew; a distant, cool light looking down on her. He was good to them, loving when he was alive, but that was so long ago and she was so young that she could no longer remember the fondness in his gaze nor the scent of his coat. Her siblings resembled their mother more than Archon, and Toxicity only hoped her litters would show of their father.
While Tox was lost in thought, she did not notice her other sister as she crept us behind them. She was so focused on Calamity that her first thought when the weight of Pestilence was upon her was that it must have been a mountain cat. It was only when the scent- the stench marred with that of a pack of mortals- flooded her senses did she realize it was instead her sister. Her mind reeled. What was she doing here? How was she here? The force of Pesto knocked her off balance and she slid some way down the mountain. She didn't bother to call out for Calamity. She had taken Pesto once and she could do it again.
She spun around and fought to steady herself on the loose rocks of her footing. She cast a quick prayer and glance at the moon which she had likened to her father just moments ago. "Haven't found that inner peace outside the pack yet, Pest?" Tox called. "I thought you'd be living in eternal bliss and filth as a mortal by now." Toxicity kicked off towards her sister, "I see the filth part is at least right."
Toxicity honed in on the newly healed neck wounds of Pesto. She aimed for those, hoping to rip them open with her jaws once more in order to end this fight swiftly.
WC: 526
TWC: 1615
Toxicity Klein Abraxas ft. Calamity vs Pestilence Klein for melee
Round 1/1
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A
