my kingdom come [DM]

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



They would flock to the foreboding scene like moths to a flame, prying in their ways, and yet the vindictive queen refused to grant either a fraction of her attention, focus entirely directed upon the renegade before her. Expectantly, metallic eyes narrowed in upon his chest cavity to enable swift detection of muscle contractions, wavering to and from his acidic gaze as venom oozed from unhinged jaws, emitted with the purpose to fuel the raging inferno beneath her calm exterior. Alas, his speech would fail to infuriate her and would, instead, extract a wry chuckle from frayed, velvet lips, skull shaking disdainfully in response to his comments. ?Oh, Seraphim,? the wraith would coo, feigned pity lacing her angelic tones as her chortles subsided and her pupils shifted to interlock with his own. ?How dense can you get, my dear? This is hardly about me losing Tortuga; what is lost may always be found again if one is willing to search for it, you know,? the wraith suggested with a short shrug of her shoulders. ?If I truly wanted it back, I would have it.


His words in regard to her children nearly caused the ice queen to choke with disbelief, the small smirk that had enveloped her countenance extending now as memories surfaced once more ? memories involving the chosen sire of her children. ?Truly ? truly you care for them?? the wraith inquired incredulously, sparing a glance at all four of Seraphim?s proclaimed ?children? before her gaze returned to meet his verdant. ?I believe you are exaggerating, Seraphim: you care for one child, and one child who isn?t even yours by blood. I don?t recall you ever interacting with the three of my children even when I permitted it, aside from the moment you chose another child over them. It was only once I forbid you to see them that you showed any interest in them at all ? how strange.? Brows knitted together in mock confusion as the wraith screwed up her facial features, allowing all traces of amusement to drain from her visage to gift her speech with sincerity. ?And, for that, I deem you unworthy of the title ?father.?? Final sentiment was stated with an air of solemnity, fully intending to negatively impact his mental state and force him to realize he did more harm than good. But it was too late for epiphanies and too early for apologies; the time was only suitable for vengeance.


With profound confidence, the renegade would usher forth an invitation for the operation to commence, insisting she take the initiative as if begging for her to taint his pallid coat crimson. Without a moment?s hesitation and without need for convincing, the wraith finalized her defenses, a sly smirk contorting her porcelain features at the mere thought of the battle to come. Skull would remain lowered over her breast to limit the possibility of grasping to her neck, eyes narrowing to visible slits while her ears slicked back against the contours of her crown and her jaws unhinged, lips unfurling to reveal gluttonous incisors that urged for use. Chin would tuck against the curvature of her neck to protect her precious mandible, hackles prickling and shoulders rolling forward to further supply the base of her neck with the protection of excess rolls of fur. Limbs would find comfort spaced equidistant apart, each bending slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity while her toes splayed and her nails bit lightly into the earth for traction. Skull would draw closer to her body to scrunch her neck while her tail remained aligned with her spinal column, abdomen tensing slightly in one final attempt to protect herself. Satisfied with her defenses and intent upon maintaining them throughout her attacks, the wench inhaled deeply before proceeding with what could easily be the final battle of her life.


Pushing off with her hinds, the ice queen attempted to sprint the short distance between she and her adversary, intending to approach the male from head-on and slightly to the right (Morphine?s POV) so that her left shoulder would be positioned to the inside of his right shoulder. If/When the wraith was within striking distance of her opponent, her jutting left shoulder blade would attempt to slam into the bottom portion of the natural groove between Seraphim?s right shoulder and his chest, intending to dislocate the shoulder and offset his balance with the combined force of her weight and momentum. Simultaneously, unhinged jaws would attempt to snake towards the left (M POV) of her opponent?s lowered skull, muzzle hopefully angled in towards the center of his right-sided (Morph?s left) neck as gluttonous incisors and molars would attempt to penetrate far beyond the surface of the flesh located there, intending to both draw a significant amount of blood and sever the tendons within his neck with the pressure applied behind her hopeful bite. Furthermore, own right paw would lift slightly from the ground, and as her weight shifted equally among her three grounded limbs to maintain her balance, the wraith would attempt to trip the male in one fluid, attempted sweeping motion with her right paw from the inside of his left front ankle and to her right, hoping to carry his limb along with her own as she performed the swipe so that she may compromise his balance and receive the upper hand from the start. Meanwhile, defenses would remain upheld to the best of her ability in constant preparation for his retaliation.





MORPHINE vs SERAPHIM

for

DEATH


round

I ? II ? III

ATTACK attempt to approach seraphim from head on and slightly to her right so that her left shoulder is aligned with the inside of his right shoulder. if/when she is within striking distance, she will attempt to thrust her shoulder into the natural groove between seraph's right shoulder and chest, hoping to dislocate his shoulder and offset his balance. jaws aiming for the center portion of seraph's right-sided neck (which would be morph's left), intending to bite deeply to draw a significant amount of blood and sever the tendons located there. attempt to trip seraphim by swiping her right paw from the inside of seraph's left front ankle and to her right.

DEFENSES lowered skull, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, jaws parted, lips curled back, chin tucked, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, limbs spread equidistant apart, limbs bent, toes splayed, nails biting into earth, neck scrunched, tail out, abdomen tensed. when she lifts her right paw, she reestablishes her balance between her three grounded limbs.

INJURIES first round.