silver tyrants and goddesses
11-10-2014, 04:55 PM
i feel a bit rusty so, if you've any questions, feel free to pm or skype me! my skype is MissAwesomeAly, dunno if i've added you before?
edit to specify maim, approved by saf!
edit to specify maim, approved by saf!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the porcelain harlot remains unfazed even as the tyrant queen lays waste to the distance that separates them -- the distance that ensured the minx?s safety. and the elysius? patience wears dangerously thin as her doppelganger refutes her claim, informing the deity of her own failures against the arcanum regime. ?then you are a weak slave girl,? the phantom?s correction is a deceptive croon, frayed lips contorting into a bewitching simper that briefly exposes serrated incisors to this subservient whore -- a subtle threat that the woman does not diligently heed. jaw clenches with vexation as insipid vocals continue to seep from the invader?s lips -- speech the former tyrant has no intention of regarding with further thought. ?no, dove,? the deity interjects, malice gleaming within her mismatched gaze as ardent pupils fixate upon the other?s own -- daringly. ?if you adhere to the commands of another, then a slave you remain.? her vocals are irrefutable and her irritation begins to seep through pallid pores as it becomes apparent to the elysius that the incompetent wraith has no intention of fleeing her realm as she had been demanded, an urge for assertive violence thus surfacing within the decadent chambers of her mind. despite the fury brewing beneath sullied flesh, once more her infamous smirk tweaks at the premises of her visage, warping her facial features quite criminally. defenses begin to settle into place as the tyrant queen decides upon the appropriate route to take with the insurgent before her, skull lowering defensively over her breast as her tail streamlines with the remainder of her spinal column, chin tucking against the curvature of her neck as her limbs spread equidistant apart and bend slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity. toes splay beneath her mass, dulled nails grappling the earth to retain traction and balance as she distributes her weight evenly among her grounded appendages, abdomen then tensing as her ears sew against the contours of her lowered crown and her mismatched gaze narrows to feral slits. shoulders roll forward and her skull draws back some to safeguard her precious neck in a protective halo of excess flesh and fat, hackles prickling along the entire length of her spine as her jaws fall agape, lips peeling back to unsheathe the unslaked artillery previously concealed -- prepared duly for utilization. for the elysius will keep to her threat and ensure that the harlot?s beauty withers -- a warranted punishment for her foolish defiance against one whose supremacy is apparent. and the tyrant queen surges forward, hefty mass erupting from its stationary position in an attempt to close the four-foot gap [ooc: as confirmed by starry] lingering between she and her newest adversary with two bounding strides. her intent is to approach empyrea head-on yet slightly to her own left, hoping to position the jutted point of her own right shoulder blade in alignment with the center portion of the harlot?s lower neck, nearest the windpipe. and the phantom will attempt to ruthlessly thrust the jagged point of her right shoulder blade against this targeted area, desiring not only to crush the woman?s windpipe in hopes of winding her, but also striving to moderately bruise the tender flesh located there upon potential impact. in synchronicity with her attempt to drive her shoulder blade into the base of empyrea?s neck, the phantom?s skull tilts diagonally to her own left, gaping jaws seeking the pretty flesh upon her adversary?s right-sided { emp's right } visage. merciless incisors upon her upper jaw will strive to penetrate the area just beneath empyrea?s right ear { upon empyrea?s right-sided forehead } as the teeth upon her mandible will seek to penetrate the harlot?s right eye, hoping to permanently blind it so that she may perpetually spoil her adversary?s beauty -- as had been promised. yet the tyrant?s wrath is not limited to two attempted assaults, and thus, her left forepaw ascends from its position atop the earth, balance and weight shifting evenly between her three grounded limbs to accommodate the loss of stability in the fourth. the elevated left forepaw seeks to wrap about the outside of her opponent?s right forelimb, striving to hook around the area located halfway between the knee and the ankle in hopes of pulling the harlot?s right forelimb towards herself { artemis } and out from underneath the whore, intending to upset her balance and see her C R U M B L E. all the while, the elysius ensures that her defenses are secured, unwilling to allow this invader the utmost pleasure of victory. for PERMANENT SCARRING/MUTILATION TO FACE ONE of UNKNOWN attacks -- attempting to position herself slightly to her own left, intending to thrust her right shoulder blade against empyrea's windpipe, located at the center portion of the lower neck, in hopes of winding emp and hoping to cause moderate bruising. simultaneously attempting to latch on to emp's right-sided face, upper jaw seeking purchase upon emp's right-sided forehead and just beneath her right ear and her lower jaw seeking to pierce emp's right eye in hopes of permanent blinding. left forepaw lifting to hopefully wrap around the outside of emp's right forelimb, seeking to upset her balance. injuries -- none, first round. |