Learn Your Place.
12-11-2013, 05:28 AM
She walked away, her muscles vibrating violently just under that white fur as the rage took over her heart. How dare that pup think she could lay claim to the Witch of the West the Mistress of Poisons. Chill would make her suffer, she would make her beg, and she would make her scream, but most importantly she would make her pay. But she was aware that she couldn?t do so at their current location, instead she decided to leave with Rin. Would it seem like she was fleeing? She hoped so; she even wanted the other female to ?chase down her prize.? Or the ignite rage within Satis?s soul to lead her into blindly following the alabaster girl. Chill continued to move forward through the underbrush that grappled at her fur as she approached the forestry section, and her posture slipped down into her defensive stance. Instead of her head being proudly projected toward the sky she would lower it so that it was in line with her spine, chin would dip down just a bit to protect her jugular from her opponent since she knew not of which way Satis would be approaching from. Tail used to lingering high in the air would swing downwards to fall in line with her spine anger would make it stand straight out in back of her, tense but ready to move in to provide her some sense of balance. From head to tail making a horizontal line. The alabaster girl would stalk back to the arena that she at first made for Ely, muscles powering her tiny body through the landscape. But what plagued her was her opponent didn?t respond to her challenge, didn?t even take the time to show up. The cheek of a few people, to snap their jaws towards their betters and expect to get away with such an insult. Chill was happy that Ely didn?t show up though, this allowed her traps and poisons to lay underground unharmed. In return it allowed Chill to think up a devious plan to overpower her opponent in a nasty manner. Chill would bait her opponent to this battlefield, though if Satis would follow or just stand there at the previous battlefield and forget about her claim, she would not know unknown the albino spawn arrived. Chill needed to quicken her pace. Muscles would roll under her fur, front legs elongating her stride. Paw pads pressed into the snow as claws penetrated the ground for traction as her gait went from an antagonized walk to an eager upbeat wolf trot. Neck would stretch forward so that her head was a little bit further out, ears would move around, forward, backwards, and to the side as she scanned the area for noises that would be out of place for an area such as this one. Once her scanning was done ears would pin down against her head, the thought was to make them a harder target in combat. Lets face it; she was too pretty to go around losing ears. Darting around though inside of her sockets where eyes that where constantly fanning through trees and brush that all surrounded her. Chill was aware that should she drop her guard, she could be the victim of an attack that she was not prepared for. Finally reaching the edge of the forest, she drew forward into another clearing she noticed that her arena has changed in more ways than one. Snow now softly littered the top of her traps, and the scent of the other poisons that lay hidden was masked in the snow. All at once Chill would frown, this worked in her favor for her traps, the extra weight on them would lower the weight threshold that would cause them to snap under someone. But it worked against her, she was already deducing that the potency of the hidden poisons where now close to forty percent, and would be of no use to her in this battle. But the traps would require testing, not pausing her gait for a second since she reached the forests edge she continued forward. Her short legs would bring her forward, the common sense part of her brain told her it probably wasn?t wise to test before a battle, but the mad scientist part wanted to make sure that this design would work in the future. Lost in her thoughts though legs would bring her over the trap. Something vibrated under her paws, and her ankles could feel it. The vibrations the branches under her paws shift ever so slightly, and the snow covering it would muffle the noise. Mental calculations was done, her above average intelligence, though she thought herself a genius would allow herself to do so. What she deduced was because of the excess snow, traps that would have held steady under a small and medium sized wolf would only hold her weight now, even then it was threatening to cave. All of this was done though under seconds, her gait not hitching as her cool persona coldly regarded all of this information that she was gathering on her traps. These where her masterpieces, her babies even, and this was a saboteur?s paradise, of this she was certain. When it all was said and done her legs would carry her to the middle of her arena. Legs would bend as she silently prepared herself to fight against a wolf that was larger, but younger. If she could defeat the heir of Glaciem here, maybe she could return hope to this world. So she continued to wait, the poison on her fur ready to do what it was designed to do. She worked weeks on this special concoction, which was how she met that woman in the northern lands that she called her own. She even remembered the vigor in how she explained what each of her children did. This one she was wearing she loved in the fondest sense of the word, it acted like a tranquilizing agent and would slow the muscles once the salvia of another wolf activated it. This particular poison would make this battle rather interesting, Chill was actually quiet curious in how Satis would defend or not defend against its potency. Chill would continue to wait, the snow softly falling from the sky as the time of noon was upon them. The battle was drawing near, her mind knew it, her body knew it, so adrenaline pumped through her veins. The white female would defend her honor and claim to her own person here. Her voice though, littered with hatred and disgust would ring out to call for her opponent. ?I will give you once more chance to retract your claim, for even if I lose this I will be worthless to you. I will make no traps and concoct no poisons for you or your pack.? When Frost is perfected then I will kill you. The last bit was a flash in her mind, she would still make poisons of course, but she would do so against Glaciem. Her poisons would set out into the world that hated Glaciem like a plague; anything that would maim and injure the pack would be more than enough to satisfy Chill. Strive she would to ruin that pack from the inside out. She would spread diseases, poison the water supply, poison the animals, and poison pups she did not like. All for revenge, one did not take a witch that they could not control, and one would not try to take a poison maker that would not be controlled. OOC: I have permission to use this thread?s traps from Andy since they where never touched. Also judges from this battle have already been picked. Gl;Hf should be a good fight. Speech, |