Now is the time, Now is the hour

There was nothing on this earth that would stop the Blood Queen from getting her throne. Come hell or high water, Lurid would fuck up anyone who dared to stand in her way after she had already lost so much. Standing there in all her splendor, Lurid did look the part of a Matriarch, with the bearing of a queen in her prime. Already she had led a pack of forty wolves, the Night Mother encouraging and steadfast in her protection of her pack members; even if it was criminal. Shadows are hard to hold on to, however, and Lurid felt the pull of coming home and raising her Mirovis once again. Movement caught her eyes, followed by what appeared to be a beautiful black and white female. Lurid was by no means attracted to other women, but she could appreciate beauty. Her face showed nothing as the girl approached with ambition in her purple eyes. Fantastic, a challenger! The devil thought as she stood there waiting to see what the stranger would do. Cairn entered her periphery then, and Lurid returned his glance with a sweet wink. Another stranger appeared, this one black and white with horns. Lurid paid no attention to the newcomer, instead, her holographic gaze settled once more on her opponent-to-be as she spoke. Her black and white opponent wished her a good fight and introduced herself. Voodoo. Voodoo. Voodoo.

Fight start - - -

Over and over she ran the name through her mind, all the while her hackles raised up along her back and neck, her lips curled up in an awful snarling smile, her tail out behind her in dominant fashion. She evened out her stance to balance her weight evenly, and she gave a fierce dual-toned growl as the girl launched herself in for the attack. Lurid loved letting her opponents come to her, bracing for impact, Lurid felt the moderate bruising force hit her left shoulder. Laughing, Lurid opened her jaws and moved her left paw a step, taking Lurid backward as the striped woman went for her left inner shoulder. Lurid brought her teeth down toward the challenger, aiming to snap her teeth on the nape of Voodoo's neck. She would gain a few scratches from her bite, but nothing more than an irritating burn and itch. Once she had the woman in her jaws she would shake her head violently with the aim of rending flesh and harsh punishment for daring to think of challenging her, raising up just a bit on her back legs as she with the force she used. The white devil nothing short of brutal and vicious in her attempt for a home that her broad family could be comfortable in, everyone in her pack was family to her. And this was their chance at happiness, not just Lurid's.