I Just Killed My Boyfriend
08-11-2014, 02:04 PM
Epiphron watched the scene unfold with bated breath. Her heart fluttered desperately in her chest. For a long while, she was oblivious as to who had arrived, focused solely on the battle that was soon to unfold. Once, such a battle would've induced a siege, a chaotic battle between families and between lands -- but the Adravendi empire had fallen, its members dispersed among Alacritis. They were mere wanderers now, herself included. Even she held no throne, no title, merely a name and a legacy that even she had begun to question. Since her husband's betrayal, she had grown cold and bitter; she longed for the way things had once been, and she felt jaded at how cruel fate had been to her and to the ones she loved. Recognition sparked in her gaze as the scent of her niece drifted through the battlefield. Azalea. It had been so long since she had seen her... slowly the woman tilted her head, invisible crown slipping as her posture relaxed at the girl's familiar face. She waited expectantly for her to come to her side, to greet her openly and warmly as she always had -- but instead, she felt anger seep into her very bones as Azalea turned to stand at Isardis' side, alongside a woman that resembled him well. Her gait had been slow but certain, and she showed little hesitation at choosing the side she did. Slowly Epiphron's fur would bristle, muscles growing tense as she watched her silently. Thinking, waiting -- her reaction to the obvious betrayal was slow and calculated. Her niece seemed to be siding with the man that had raped her. The man that had ruined her life. His family had tormented her own; his Queen had blinded her sister, Azalea's aunt, in battle. Though she held a grudge against Isardis and his minions, it was not the feud between families and between packs that fueled her sudden malice. It was Azalea's blatant disregard for family and for blood. These things were important above all else. Her anger was slow to rise to the surface, but it was obvious once it did appear who it was directed towards. Ebony lips curled into a snarl, her gaze focusing solely on her niece, her peripheral vision growing hazy as she found herself turning to face Azalea. The others around here faded away, her world growing dark and cold. "Such blatant disregard for your family," she spat, her hackles raising along her spine. Why was she honestly defending the man that had raped her against her will? Was she really so brainwashed to view him as an ally? "Have you forgotten who you are, Azalea Adravendi? Or are you simply Isardis's bitch now? Do you have no pride? No respect for where you came from?" Her words were harsh and unforgiving, but her tones quivered with emotion. She loved her niece, but it seemed she had fallen captive to this albino King somehow -- despite how deeply he had hurt her, and despite all he had done to their family. In spite of everything. "You were not raised to be so spineless. Your parents would be so disappointed..." It was difficult to verbalize why she was so angry, but anyone that knew the scenario would not be surprised at her reaction. Yet even she did not expect such a violent reaction. Slowly her head would lower, shoulders rolling forward to protect her sensitive throat. Epiphron knew there would be no talking to Azalea about this -- her insolence had pushed the woman too far, and she would not be stopped now. 'An eye for an eye,' she suddenly found herself thinking. If Azalea had decided to side with the vicious beasts that had maimed Chrysanthe, she could take the punishment just as well, though she doubted her niece would take it with nearly as much grace and pride. Shifting to evenly spread her weight to all four paws, she took the opportunity to leap forward, jaws splaying as they sought to connect with the side of Azalea's face, aiming to tear with force at her left eye. As she landed on the firm ground, her tail lashed out behind her, hoping to keep her balance as she struggled to grasp the side of her face. A snarl ripping from her throat as adrenaline began to course rapidly through her veins, built-up anger from the last year or so beginning to break through, shattering whatever composure she had tried to maintain. Round 1 / ? (you decide rounds) Attacks: Aiming to bite at the left side of Azalea's face, particularly her eye. Defenses: Head lowered and shoulders rolled forward to protect her neck, weight spread evenly between all four paws, tail straight behind her as she lands. Injuries: n/a |
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