Learn Your Place.
12-07-2013, 01:28 AM
NOTE: All Challenges are to be AW Threads.
Inexcusable. Inexcusable. Unforgivable. Chill left that place in a flurry, angered, insulted, and wanting revenge against Elysia. Didn?t that mutt know exactly whom she was messing with? She was playing with Chill, master of poison, mistress of deceit, and one who lacks many emotions. But this emotion was clear as day, it was rage, how dare she snap her dirty teeth in her face as if to shoo her away. Chill would remind this Elysia of her place, she would make her suffer, she would make her beg, and she would win this fight for dominance. Then again, she was clever enough that she could not rush head long into a dominance battle with the other female. What she knew from her short interaction with the other female was that she was younger and had less experience than herself. This tiny tidbit of knowledge was locked away inside of her head, but she would still proceed with caution. But that didn't stop her from setting away from the felines territory with hatred in her heart, carefully collecting the berries that for weeks she has been experimenting with. All those days in the snow with strangers, feeding them berries and plants to discover what they did, it would all add up to this moment in time that was approaching. She would have her revenge, and she wouldn?t be content until that bitch was on her back squirming for forgiveness in front of her, at the mercy of her paws. So she worked, her hatred driving her on as she marched into the battlefield. Pushing her body against trees she scent marked an area within a forested area before she set out about her work. Forelegs pumped, claws tearing at the earth as she tossed up the snow and grass. She continued to work, she would stop when hunger clutched her belly, and then rest for a few hours after, and then she would go straight back to work. After a few days, the entire wooded area was overturned, Chill was pleased with herself as she surveyed her masterpiece. The female turned away, patrolling the boundaries of her territory before she returned to the center of her arena that was now just dirt, the grass and snow tossed up in piles along the edges as she carefully walked around. Head lowered to the ground as she sniffed, and then swept her tongue out take some of the soil into her mouth. She continued to do it to the entire area, and after a few hours she had a mental catalog of the different types of soils, their properties, and densities, she was a clever creature. All true dominant wolves where clever creatures, not all battles could be won with brute force, some of them would take tact. Which lead her to the outskirts of her territory, her paws uncovered the stash of berries and slugs that she took with her, and methodically for hours she worked, her paws rubbing along the bodies of the slugs, gathering their slime she went back toward the center of the arena she made. Paws worked eagerly, digging a hole as she placed the slime in first, she then grabbed the pink berries and squeezed so their juices mixed with the slime that was in the hole. She twirled her paw inside, so that the slime was now a pink hue before trekked to the outskirts of the arena grabbed a few leaves and branches, covered the hole with it, and then covered the leaves and branches with dirt, so it blended in perfectly with the rest of her arena. She was a smart girl. She knew her opponent was around the same size at her, so she continued, digging holes and covering them up. At the end in total there where around five pits filled with some type of poisonous berry, or poisonous concoction that she would use during the battle to tip it even further in her favor. Then there where four traps that where just deeply dug holes covered with branches, that where in turn covered by dirt to blend in. They where just pit falls, dangerous drops meant to severely harm her opponent in battle and hinder her enemy?s performance. This was what she signed up for after all, warriors had their brute strength, she had her intelligence, traps, and poison making skills, and the girl would use them to their fullest. And to use them to their fullest it would take time. And time wasn?t anything she was too concerned with, though when this dirt death trap arena was all said and done, it took the girl a good week and a half to construct her dangerous game. Chill was here for dominance, glory, and her own special conviction. If she beat the cheeky girl, she was sure the rest would fall right in line. Hell, Chill even had plans to force the other girl to grovel in public once they where done here. Who was an evil bitch? She was an evil bitch. More time past as she waited for the ground to set and blend all together and while she rested her muscles from that exertion. But what this land would appear to be was earth torn apart by a raging animal, a child that threw a temper tantrum, but to other saboteurs this was a masterpiece. So Chill leaned her head back, nose pointed to the sky as she closed her eyes and thought about all the ways she would laugh when the other she-wolf fell into her traps. Shudders ran through her body as her voice clawed its way to the sky, howling her challenge. So she waited, head up, ears erect toward the sky and her tail head aloft above her back. The dirt that stained her fur was of no concern to her at the moment, her muscles shook in excitement, her body geared and ready for combat, or lack of combat since most of her tactics would be dancing along her traps and luring her opponent into them. She was a clever girl, and she would dine on her victory tonight. Speech, |
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