my kingdom come [DM]

As soon as she would appear on the horizon his eyes would lock onto her slow-moving form. He recalled a similar approach, the day they had met and conceived the subjects of their current feud. It still astonished him that a simple pledge of loyalty was what had brought them here. He had chosen to remain in a pack that she had failed to maintain, he had chosen to aid the one who had arrived to claim it when it fell apart. The way Seraphim had seen it, he had pledged his fealty to Tortuga and only Tortuga when Morphine had attempted to reclaim it. The way Morphine saw it, he was supposed to remain loyal to her, an addition to their original deal that the brute wasn't keen to uphold.



Others would begin to gather as she came nearer and settled into a position off to his left. He assessed the newcomers one by one, taking note that the devil from the north settled in beside his daughter and another male he did not recognize. His eyes came to rest on those of Eris and he fought to keep the emotion hidden within them. He hadn't told her he would do this - hell, he didn't even think she knew he had kids. Suddenly he wished she wasn't there to witness the possible outcome of this event.



Finally he found Codeine. The brute recognized his other son immediately, despite not having seen him since he was still a small pup. Something in his gaze, and then his words, told Seraphim that he was not wholly indifferent to his father. The realization only fueled his desire to fight more. He was not fighting for the right to be a father to one biological child, but two now. He shot a glance toward Ares, hoping that his look would be enough to urge the boy to speak to his brother. Perhaps he could explain why they were here while Seraphim could not. He offered Devya a small smile of reassurance, noting that she was becoming more composed, before turning on his feet to cut off the angle face Morphine head-on.



His body would fall into a position similar to hers as he took stock of their respective strengths. His tail raised level with his spine as he crouched, bending his knees slightly and widening his stance. His weight would focus just slightly toward his toes, giving him the ability to push off from the ground quicker if needed, but his claws were at the ready to dig in if they must. His eyes remained narrowed and his ears pinned back against his skull as he tucked his head to cover his throat.



The easy fifty pound difference between the brute and his opponent would be both a help and a hindrance to them both. Seraphim would have the advantage of weight and strength, his sheer muscle mass exceeding that of the female by far. However, her light weight may give her greater speed and agility. Even with this vast difference in size, they were not so unevenly matched. His children and some spectators probably thought him the gentle sort compared to his mother, but he had endured his fair share of battles in his youth. His concern was that muscle memory would fail him, and that he would forget everything that had kept him alive in the past.



The bitch's words would bring a smirk to his lips and urge venom to lace his tones as he offered a reply. As do you, Morphine. Though I stand here because I care for my children, while you are here simply because of hurt pride. Need I remind you that you brought that pain on yourself? You lost Tortuga. Not I. His voice encouraged anger to boil within him, his hackles raising in response. Those watching were forgotten, his darker side blocking their presence out. All he wanted now was to tear into flesh and teach the wench a lesson - preferably her final one.



But he was no less a gentleman.



Ladies first.




Round 0 of 3 v. Morphine for Death



Attacks: None.

Defenses: Eyes narrow, ears flat, tail raised, head tucked, knees bent, widened stance, weight focused slightly toward toes, claws out,

Injuries:None.






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