Dawn of Gods

Self-proclaimed gods and deities, omniscient and relentless towards their purpose, yet they bled like mortals at the paws of subservient militants, pathetic and weak unlike the surname bestowed upon them. Oh, how the paladin cringed to watch as the pride wept from the wounds inflicted upon their feeble forms, yet still she was unwilling to enter the fray and play the role of the merciful savior--they had yet to learn the concept of defeat ( although even she never quite had ). Muscles ached and rippled beneath taut flesh as she observed the chaos from her temporary position adorning the sidelines, unscathed and disregarded despite committing a crime similar to the one her siblings were suffering for. They ( the incompetent dregs that dared to lay tooth and nail upon her youthful siblings ) had earned the phantom's spite as they decidedly picked upon the weak--relying upon strength in numbers to obtain victory like unworthy cheats rather than proficient soldiers that were confident in their own abilities. No--the wraith saw them for what they were: worms adhering to the whims of a negligent pretender. What opinions she had once formulated upon the silver woman's character, whatever admiration she had once held towards her, were naught but false. The sovereign was no more worthy than her inferiors--but at least they were willing to dirty their paws.



The heat of her inexplicable rage prickled beneath her pallid flesh as the pretender refuted her demand, causing the banshee to tense in an attempt to contain the feverish emotion devouring her very being. Her vindictive demeanor would rear its ugly head upon those that would not heed her commands--and in that moment it was the usurper that resided within her path of ultimate destruction. Oh, how the paladin longed to bathe in the blood of her silver adversary--to embellish her home in the gored entrails of such an arrogant pretender; and yet, death was a blessing the woman did not deserve. No--Artemis wanted to see her suffer, and suffer she certainly would.



The usurper would talk down upon her as if she were scum--as if she had not earned her place in this world, but still her facade would not falter even as her patience was put to the test. Mismatched gaze--void of any and all emotion that wracked her interior--searched for the woman's coral as she spoke of excuses, and a mirthless laughter would slip free of slackened jaws as she registered such an obscene statement. "They need no excuse--this is their home," she retorted smoothly as her chortles subsided, the ghost of a smirk tugging at her frayed lips as she looked upon the pretender's countenance despite her sincerity. Their home had been lost to this band of fools, but the phantom had every intention of taking back what was rightfully theirs--even if that meant tearing it from the grasp of the pretender beside her, and especially so. Although she was beyond prepared to seize back her kingdom at that very moment, again the sovereign refuted her desires as she maneuvered away from the scene without so much as an indicator, trailing off after one of her sibling's assailants, a child encased in his jaws--presumably their child based upon their hasty retreat. Such an assumption made for useful information, but it would only be stored for safe-keeping within the confines of the phantom's ever-scheming mind before further disdain would cloud her head. They were cowards to turn their back upon the fight, and cowards certainly did not deserve the loyalty of any prospective inferiors. Perhaps thieving the metaphorical crown atop her adversary's head would benefit the world in more ways than one, for weakness in a position of authority was intolerable in the biased eyes of the maleficent deity.



And she would keep her pupils trained upon their backs as they fled, temporarily oblivious to her hectic surroundings until their bodies disappeared into the blanket of fog, leaving the wraith with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. She was livid--bitter even as the salacious aroma of blood teased her senses, extracting her from her own train of thought as she finally gave into her predatory tendencies. Attention wavered back to the battle before her, irritation seeping from her pallid pores as she took notice to yet another cretin that had entered the fray upon the opposite side, resolving then and there to fulfill her carnal desires and receive payment for her siblings? bloodshed at the mercy of dishonorable combat. A growl arose in the warmonger?s throat--a deafening warcall unleashed from the depths of her chest cavity as she sought to push off with her hinds and towards the battle frontier, yearning for just a taste of enemy blood, even if it meant being swarmed by the opposition in the process.



Defenses were secured as she attempted to close the distance between herself and the fray with lengthy strides: skull and tail lowered to streamline with the remainder of her spinal column while her mismatched gaze narrowed to thin slits and her ears sewed against the contours of her pallid crown. Limbs spaced themselves equidistant apart so that the paladin could distribute her weight equally among each appendage that was bent slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity, abdomen tensed to strengthen her core and toes splayed across the ground whilst her nails bit lightly into the earth to maintain traction. Shoulders rolled forward and her skull drew back only slightly to encumber the front and sides of her neck in a protective halo of excess flesh and fat, hackles bristling along the base of her neck and spinal column whilst her lower jaw fell slack, pressing lightly against the curvature of her neck to tuck in her chin. Finally, her lips peeled back to expose the slavering gums and gluttonous incisors previously concealed beneath them, prepared and eager to dine upon the flesh of those who believed they would go unharmed after fucking with her younger siblings. If such was the case, they were sorely mistaken.



During her hopeful and hasty approach, the paladin would attempt to position herself perpendicular to the female attacking her poor sister (Daegmar?s) left side, intending to align the jagged point of her own right shoulder with the center portion of her opponent?s left-sided ribs. The jutting right shoulder blade would attempt to mercilessly slam into the bone of the woman?s left-sided ribs (the point where she had hopefully aligned her shoulder with), intending to splinter the bones with the combined force of her momentum and the force of her potential slam, but hoping also to knock her adversary away from Nephele to grant her sister with a leeway for escape. Simultaneously, her slackened and ravenous jaws would attempt to wrap about the upper portion of Daegmar?s left-sided neck, intending to both obtain a lethal grip upon the woman and to pierce the jugular vein located beneath the targeted flesh with gluttonous incisors. She wanted to see these peons bleed--and if that meant slaughtering them where they stood, then so be it.



ARTEMIS vs DAEGMAR

for

NEPHELE'S PROTECTION


round

ONE of IDEK




ATTACKS ? attempting to approach perpendicular to dae's left side, intending to align her right shoulder with the center of dae's left-sided ribs so that she may use the combined force of her momentum + attempted slam to splinter the bones and knock dae away from neph. attempting to wrap her jaws around the upper portion of dae's left-sided neck, hoping to obtain a lethal grip and pierce the jugular vein located there.

DEFENSES ? skull lowered, tail aligned with spine, eyes narrowed, ears flat, limbs spaced equally apart, weight evenly distributed, limbs bent to lower center of gravity, abdomen tensed, toes splayed, claws gripping, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, hackles raised, jaws parted, chin tucked, teeth exposed.

INJURIES ? first round -- none.

NOTES ? i didn't know where lekan was in relation to neph and daeg so i had some confusion trying to figure out where art would realistically be able to attack. also, idk if it is considered pp for me to assume the jugular vein is located just beneath where art targetted but the jugular vein is actually located on the upper portion of either side of the neck so xD pm me if there's any confusion <3