TIME FOR DESTRUCTION

The adrenaline that surged so freely through iron veins both enthralled and empowered the pallid prodigy with its intoxicating warmth, fueling her with optimum energy that would need to be preserved for the battle that lingered just on the horizon. The opportunity to wreak havoc upon a stable establishment was too delicious to ignore for one as ambitious as the Elysius babe, and despite the fact that proceeding with her current course of action would undoubtedly elicit repercussions, she was determined to see her scheme become a reality. She knew not how many resided within Valhalla beneath its current superior nor did she know what the pack would be capable of should an outsider such as herself reign supreme over their leader, but she cared so little for what threats they might impose upon her for contesting their long-standing traditions. She just wanted to fragment what little pride they maintained in order to fuel her own, expand Glaciem?s empire, and create a stronghold for her broken family.


Triangular ears would twitch with the sound of approaching footfalls, amethyst and metallic gaze darting to locate the source of the disturbance with hopeful intent, expecting the form of her adversary to greet her intense gaze. Alas, the body her pupils greedily consumed was one too miniscule and familiar to be the challenged, amusement trickling into her system as she realized the form to belong to her younger and most callous half-sibling. His words were harsh?patronizing almost?and yet the babe would not respond to his inquiry for it was then that her King?s approving tones would intervene upon her own speech, fueling her with further willpower. His vermillion gaze would interlock with her own mismatched if only briefly to display approval towards her actions, and it was then that the banshee remembered her initial reasoning behind posing the challenge; should she preside victorious over Valhalla?s sovereign, Isardis? lost children would be returned to Glaciem in a heartbeat?it was the least she owed to her King for his undying support.


Nostrils would flare as they inhaled the vaguely familiar Valhallan stench, pupils breaking from her King?s own in search of the perpetrator who seemed to be approaching the scene perpendicular to her (Artemis?) left side. Hips would swing to her own right in an attempted effort to bring her body to face her opponent head-on as her gaze ravaged the russet-kissed countenance of the Valhallan queen she had targeted during the siege, the smirk dissipating from her porcelain features as the woman?s speech fell upon attentive ears. It would appear that the queen did not fully understand the concept of a pack challenge?that she would gain control of Valhalla?s members should she preside victorious over the battle, and yet Artemis would allow the queen to carry on believing what she may if only for the moment. ?That is, if I let them leave,? the viper responded pointedly after the queen had made her statement, tones entirely neutral despite the venomous meaning that lingered behind her words. She had every intention of allowing most of the Valhallans their choice to leave should she win, and yet, the Valhallan queen did not need to know the entirety of her plans?just that the possibility of force-claiming them all was very real. ?I?m challenging for the pack, after all?not its name. The pack,? she reiterated, anticipation itching her oversized paws as supporters of both parties filtered into the arena. It was then that the queen would question her motive behind threatening the stability of Valhalla, and the faint traces of a smirk would begin to develop upon her features once more before her honest response would surface: ?That?s too easy; I like a challenge.? The possibility of failure motivated her to perform the best she could so she could feel as if she actually accomplished something?creating a pack on her own would be too lazy. No?unfortunately for the Valhallan queen, this was the only way. After all, challenging for Valhalla meant killing two birds with one stone; she would obtain an empire and receive the rights to Isardis? spawn just as he wished.


Spiteful tones would wish her harm along the sidelines, and yet the words would be muffled as Artemis focused in upon her opponent, minimalizing the distractions provided by the crowd surrounding them. Pupils would locate the wench?s weakness?her clouded and obviously blinded right eye?before narrowing in upon Chrysanthe?s chest cavity, scrutinizing her form for muscle contractions as they both settled into their defenses. Skull would lower over her breast to protect her vital jugular, drawing back slightly to scrunch the excess flesh along the front of her neck while her hackles would rise to protect the base of her neck and spinal column and her shoulders would roll forward to encumber the sides of her neck in a halo of fur and fat. Limbs would spread equidistant apart beneath her, each appendage bending slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity while her toes splayed and blackened nails gripped the weathered earth for traction. Abdomen would tense and her tail would streamline with the remainder of her spinal column to act as a rudder should she find the need to make sharp turns during the fight, weight would be distributed equally between her four limbs, and her eyes would narrow to thin but visible slits. Ears would fall flat against the contours of her crown as her chin tucked against the curvature of her neck to limit the leeway of a grasp to her mandible, jaws falling agape and lips unfurling to reveal the yellowed bone of her eager teeth. With her defenses finalized, the viper felt as prepared as she would ever hope to be, anticipation gathering within her, pleading to be unleashed. However, it was not until the taunting vocals of Creedance breached her pinned ears that she would act upon her maleficent desires, thoughts of her mother urging her to proceed with her current and dangerous task.


Abruptly, the banshee would push off with her hinds in an attempted effort to close the distance between she and her opponent with a sprint, intending to approach the woman from head-on and moving slightly to her own left in an attempted effort to position her right shoulder at the interior of Chrysanthe?s left shoulder. Jutting right shoulder blade would attempt to slam into the bottom portion of the natural indentation located between Chrysanthe?s leftwards chest and left shoulder, hoping that the combined force of her gathered momentum and weight of one hundred and thirty pounds would succeed in dislocating her opponent?s left shoulder as intended should she succeed in her attack. Simultaneously, unhinged jaws would seek to snake towards the left of Chrysanthe?s head and attempt to turn in towards the woman?s (Chrys) left-sided face where Artemis would attempt to latch onto with gluttonous incisors and molars, top set of teeth seeking to pierce the area just beneath Chrysanthe?s left eye while her bottom set of teeth would seek to hook beneath the left-most corner of Chrysanthe?s mandible (nearly where the upper and lower jaw connects). The intention behind her attack was simple?she wished to encase the left side of her opponent?s face to both mangle the face and limit the movement of Chrysanthe?s skull?in turn, hoping to limit the areas upon her own body where Chrys would be able to bite. Lastly, Artemis? left forepaw would leave the safety of the earth, weight shifting between her three grounded limbs to maintain her balance, before she would attempt to hook the elevated forepaw around the outside of Chrysanthe?s right front ankle so that she may try to pull the right forepaw back towards her (Art) with the intentions of pulling the limb out from underneath her opponent, hoping to severely compromise the queen's balance.


She had wanted to battle the Valhallan queen during the siege, and now she would have it?only for a much different purpose.





artemis vs chrysanthe

for

valhalla


round one of five


attack attempt to approach chrys head-on and slightly to her own left in hopes of positioning her right shoulder at the bottom portion of the natural groove located between chrys' left chest and left shoulder, hoping to dislocate the shoulder with a thrust to the area. attempting to hook her top set of teeth just beneath chrys' left eye and her bottom set of teeth at the leftmost corner of chrys' mandible. seeking to hook her left forepaw around chrys' right ankle to pull it back towards her and offset chrys' balance.

defense lowered skull, neck scrunched, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, limbs spread evenly apart, knees bent to lower center of gravity, toes splayed, nails gripping, abdomen tensed, tail out, weight equally distributed among limbs, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, chin tucked, jaws gaping, teeth exposed, shifting balance as she lifts her left forepaw.

injuries first round.