request for gems to be deducted from this account will go up as soon as this is posted ~
this thread is set during vi's challenge on valhalla; i only created this in a separate thread since dee and brie seem intent upon keeping that thread closed from here on out.
good luck saf! <3
The snake in the grass finally s t r i k e s.
She has a vigorous appetite for vengeance--has been ravaged by this unsettling famine for far too long and now hopes to slake it through the only means necessary: bloodshed. She craves to admonish the negligent pretenders that had ransacked and seized her home so effortlessly and now seeks to obtain the retribution she and her family are entitled to; she desires to thieve the metaphorical crown she had discarded back within her covetous grasp where it is destined to remain. Oh, how long she has yearned for the kingdom she had abandoned in her youth, and now she is determined to take it from the russet companion of a would-be tyrant whose own pride is on the line as she strives for a secondary crown. How pitiful it would be for an oppressor to lose a potential empire and ally in one sitting; yet the phantom deity is strictly indifferent towards such political matters and simply wishes to return to her throne and haven that she has been denied for much too long.
With the refined poise of a seasoned juggernaut, she maneuvers away from the proximities of the gathered crowd and her manipulative kin without a word or indication to her malevolent intentions, robust appendages seeking to propel her south of the ring and directly behind her scarlet adversary. Though, she does not intend to play the role of the cowardly assailant who attacks her opponent?s rear--she only strives to create a second arena where her own gory combat can commence. Once she has successfully distanced herself from the remainder of the spectators, she baits the russet sovereign with the guttural snarls of sinister intention, velveteen lips peeling back to expose gluttonous incisors that pose as the woman?s potential guillotine. ?Come, defend your crown!
Though she is no stranger to a mercenary?s game; she knows that battle is dangerous play especially when one?s authority is on the line. Thus, she settles into a defensive stance as if she were born to portray it--skull descending over her breast to align with the remainder of her serpentine spinal column while her tail unfurls loosely at her ankles and her hackles prickle aggressively. Shoulders roll forward and her neck scrunches slightly to encumber the front and sides of her neck in a protective layer of excess fur and fat while her ears sew against the contours of her crown and her glowering gaze of mismatched silver and violet narrow to thin slits. Sinewy appendages space themselves equidistant apart and she distributes her weight evenly among all four, bending each limb slightly at the knee to enable her with quicker reflexes while her toes spread slightly and her dulled nails grapple the compacted earth beneath her. Abdomen tightens and ravenous jaws fall slack before the paladin tucks her mandible against the curvature of her neck, incisors gleaming with murderous intent in the most challenging of manners. She wants this--she needs this.
For her kin, and for herself.
Artemis vs Sibelle
for
Arcanum
round
Zero of unknown
attacks none
defenses set ; refer to last paragraph
injuries none
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