The oddity should have known better than to stroll towards the summon of a Glaciem with loose expectations, perhaps not expecting to sight the drama that had already befallen the building group. The now-Tortugan would pause an almost wary distance from the onlookers, a near-void expression light upon alluring features as she would assess the desperation of the situation. For now, it was nothing of threat, her father (as usual) had taken to a brawl with a woman, but with any luck the domineering desires would not catch on to the rest of the group. Violence had a knack for being contagious. She would sand, squared just beyond the borders of the challenge, close enough to aid and yet not close enough to suggest hazard to the currently half-calm Valhallans.

You could tell when you were beaten. When you are the one in the wrongdoings all the urges. Of all things her anger had snapped into depression and a flurry of memories, her ears would lower and her eyes would close to the sound of her betas voice. Of course, how could she err be happy when had she noticed that everything wasn't always up to her. Enslave behavior returned as she was approached by the ice king who once she had wanted to dethrone. This was not a fairytale. This was reality. And her fear of men rose once more she knew when she was defeated she knew when she was in the wrong. It suddenly hit her, this was not her family, she bad failed them. And it would not surprise her if they wanted her gone. She flinched shoulder moving towards years teeth she would submit. She would accept and only protect her votals. Her neck scuffed and her shoulders rolled inward. However she would shift slightly and then fall, the man's teeth digging deeply into her left forelimb and blood would trail as she felt the mistake drawn into her flesh as a scar. A painful growl would escape her lips but nothing more, a and after a sigh as she looked at the king straight in his eyes. The pain was nothing. She had worse as a slave. "Are you satisfied my Lord" her tongue was feverish, scared and showing obvious that she knew what had happened. "I will not cause trouble for those around me as the beta has said no Valhalla would speak such words" she closed her eyes. "Expel me as you wish but please spare my life and do not hold this pack accountable" she made herself clear and she did not expect to be saved by Valhalla, she was not close enough. Would she ever be close enough? Haha now has a permanent scar on whatever forelimb is at attacked(sorry if it wasn't the left) running down her leg as she submitted. Please don't kill her k thanks if you do oh well meh. Speech,

As quickly as the fool had stepped beyond her consign, she would sink back within it?s shelled confines; his jaws scathing her left forelimb as she would drop her body in mercy towards his splayed feet. He would attempt to maintain his hold on her limb, to remain there for a few moments as if in an effort to ensure she truly had submitted to his violent desires. ?Coward,? he hissed, releasing his grip upon her limb, rosy gape hovering dangerously close to the woman?s own. And yet she was wiser than he had thought, ?You should learn to obey your superiors, even their twisted tongues are shrewder than your own.? The King would withdraw, his temper still simmering beneath his skin as he would warily reverse from her frame; perhaps no more than a few strides, it was his victory, she would surely stir from his alleged space.

He felt it unnecessary to trifle in pack matters. They mattered little to him, but at the fall of Morphine he had found himself keeping distance while at the same time maintaining a nearness to his spawn, and the spit-fire of a daughter, Morphine had whelped. It was no wonder when he heard the summons of the woman, that he would attend to witness what was to come. The white brute ambled with an uncaring swag and air towards the battlefield though inside his mind was practically burning with curiosity. Emerging into the field, he noted that a large crowd had arrived, though he glanced at them, his eyes sought out the white dame. Once he had her in his sights, he moved towards her, his posture relaxed. Glancing about he saw his son, Cerberus, and the albino wolf he had witnessed at the down-fall of Morphine, a large pool of strangers, and a... horse?

The albino moved towards an oddity, a blue maned creature, a skirmish he would ignore. Instead he would move towards the youth of his child and nearer to the white dame, his bi colored eyes moving to focus on her. He didn't really care what was going on, but he willed her win. He would not do well to see the spit-fire lose. Coming to a halt by his son, he would fold himself into a seating positon a teasing tone leaving his jaws, directed at the daughter of Morphine. "Make mommy proud, pet." Though the words would seem to be a taunt, they would be lightly spoken. He wouldn't speak loudly, his tones low, sure the words would carry to her. Seriously he would gaze at her, his body tense as he waited to see the battle that would unfold. It mattered not to him, why she had called the other beauty there, all that mattered now, was seeing Artemis win. And she would win.

Those purple orbs narrowed as more of the opposing pack filled in. She looked around, her hackles itched to raise. The bitch would not speak, but oh did she want to shut some of them up. The black and white behemoth watched the white wraith before her eyes turned back to Isardis, he seemed a bit restless. As she felt eyes on her, Six heard pad falls coming her way. The ebony dame turned her head to see her Queen slither in. Six dipped her head into a polite bow as her tail swept to her side. "My Queen." Her luxurious voice filled the air quietly before Sendoa began to speak. Six listened with a soft smile that slipped across her lovely lips. She had saved Kyrast indeed, but she thought nothing more of it. "I was doing my duty, Sendoa. Nothing more nothing less. I would never let harm come to your children, or any of Glaciem's children. They are our future." Six nodded once more and leaned into Sendoa once more, "You owe me no debt, love." Six then sat up straight and turned her attention to the explosive scene before her. The beautiful beast watched as a horrible looking whore slithered in and started to run her mouth. Instantly Six tensed, her anger rose within moments. Her hackles flicked up defensively. She let her claws dig into the earth as she held back a growl. Though, as she watched, her scowl turned into a smirk. The weird looking girl was soon taken down into submission. Those purple orbs flicked to Isardis then to Sendoa. The girl looked to her Queen with a giggle, "Some girls just need to learn their place." Her voice was soft, but she really did not care who heard. The woman turned her attention back forward, that smirk remained upon her mouth.

He was frankly taken aback. It wasn't a secret that Valhallans had a severe hatred, if not strong dislike for any wolf that hailed from Glaciem, but that didn't mean that they were stupid enough to go running their mouths. Gael wouldn't lie, he probably had more than a few things he wanted to say to the albino in charge of Glaciem, but because of the war they had just managed to get themselves out of, the Heir wasn't trying to start more problems for his pack. But it seemed like someone didn't really care whether they dragged down the rest of the pack with them. He would watch in silent horror as the newly appointed Digamma Vahva would come storming in from seemingly nowhere, her tongue quicker than her mind as she threw insults to the wolves of Glaciem. Ears would flatten against his skull, tail curling high over his hips in agitation. How could she be so stupid?! Was she trying to get Valhalla eliminated for good? Did she not remember how many of their people had been taken prisoner and injured in the past war? It sure as hell didn't seem like. Unlike Vahva, the young Adravendi had enough self-control to keep himself in check, dagger like ceruleans spearing holes into her spine as he watched her submit before the Ice King, gaining a permanent scar to her leg as reprimand. A quiet growl would bubble in his pipes as he watched the albino walk away, part of him not liking that a Valhallan had been injured while at the same time knowing that the woman had asked for it. Before she could make the situation any worse Gael would stride forward to Vahva's side, using his body as a physical shield to block her from the view of the Glaciems. Come gamma, we must seek a healer for that injury. And I also wish to have a word with you. He would wait until she had risen, motioning with his muzzle in the direction back to the island. This type of behavior was unacceptable and she was lucky that he was considerate of his aunt wanted. He would've demoted her to the lowest rank for such behavior, but he knew his aunt would not be so harsh. Talk like this

A call was heard upon the horizons, Jinxx wandering about at the edge of the forest. He had been wandering for a short time, looking for the family that had been lost to each other, and where they all were he did not know. Blue eyes scanned the horizon, and within his sights were many figures. His curiosity was peaked, however, the call had been one that seemed to hold a challenge within its chords. He found himself moving in that direction, paws carrying him swiftly towards a large group of opposing sides. He stopped moments later, a word was not said from him to either party. The situation seemed tense, and he had just witnessed a male attacking a woman on the other side. It occurred to him that these were enemy packs, and the other was being challenged for. In silence he remained, eyes as observant as ever. The prided albino returned to his place, Jinxx unimpressed by his stature and striving need to seem to want to prove himself. But for what? For one to do such a thing, must mean that he was threatened in many ways. The need to always do so was an act of foolish pride, and in a way the Albino reminded him of his Clan's most hated brother. The brother whose act of dominance and overflowing pride drove everything into the ground. His gaze was cast briefly to the male before switching to the young male that seemed to be speaking to the submissive female. Whether or not it was the correct thing to do was beyond him, but there must have been a reason she had gotten attacked in the first place...then again, the albino appeared to be the type that didn't need a reason to do so. Pride...such a blinding characteristic to have. Pride and power always corrupted the mind as easily as poison could damage and kill an entire ecosystem...and it was this that he could see from the wolves on that side. He didn't care whether someone noticed him or not, they had no business with him nor did he care to acknowledge any of them. The male simply stood there, watching what the outcome would be. Today he would observe...as he wanted to see who would be worth looking out for in the future. His lost family had been pushed to the back of his mind for now...but somewhere deep down, something told him he couldn't be the only one to hear this. "Speech"

The call of the woman was heard. It echoed throughout the battlefield. Ardhel had been far away too far away. Her paws hit the terra as she moved towards the source of the sound wanting to know what was going on. When her eyes met the crowd of wolves she gasped. It was a woman that she did not recognise in battle with Chrysanthe. Who would want to take their home from them? Then she saw him, Isardis. She had never met the king of glaciem, but she knew that he was an albino behemoth who wore a gold band. She growled. Why wouldn't Glaciem just lay Valhalla off? She guessed that they were behind this. Ardhel remained where she was. She had a clear view of the fight. "C'mon Chrysanthe" she muttered under her breath. "Speech"

The call rang out for all to hear, and Themisto would scramble to his paws. Quickly he would stride out of his den, leaving all plans for the day behind. With him was a bundle of herbs and bandages he would use if needed, as surly this fight would end in blood. A glaciem challenging for valhalla.. he could only imagine the scene he would stumble upon. He did his best to conserve energy in case he ended up fighting, as the glaciem alphas words spilled into his mind. He would need to linger in the shadows so that he did not cause a fight himself. Finally he would reach the battlefield, and he would pause at the tree line, glimpse of a large horse only a few yards away. If anyone were to attack surly they could team up together as they were both rooting for the same team. He would drop the pile of herbs and wraps into a neat pile before resting back onto his haunches. He would lean forward eagerly as he waited for the fight to begin. "You can do this Chrysanthe.. I believe in you." He would murmur to himself before falling silent. Speech,

The world works in mysterious ways, especially for the Blacks. This Ouros knows as true for the mere fact that she was here in this gathering, her small body shaking uncontrollable, her green eyes darting every which way. She was low to the ground at that point at the edge of the clearing just outside of the gathering of wolves. Why she was here, she had no clue, she just felt the pull of the call, felt drawn to this very large group of wolves, something she would never do normally. Panic set deep in her gut, she felt the need to dart away, her legs tensing to do so, but yet she remained, something holding her in place.

She was about to let her terrier pull her away, to hell with this gathering of wolves, to hell with why she was drawn there. But a lone shadow called to her as it moved closer to the gather from a patch of trees, and upon his shoulder was her salvation from this panic that was shaking her body and blanking her mind. She darted further into the crowd her mind doing nothing but shouting out to him, for she knew that cross and that wolf, twas her brother.

She stopped right behind him, her behind hitting the dirt. She had not seen her brother in months but it did not matter, her family was safe, her family was secure, and they would protect her, that she knew.

At the call of the challenger Azalea felt compelled to follow, as did many Valhallans. Perhaps Chrysanthe had not wanted them all to follow her but it was their home at stake now and they needed to see what would come next. Azalea had to run to catch up with the others, making sure that her boys would stay put and not follow suit. She melded into the Valhallan crowd panting, amber eyes surveying her pack and most importantly her aunt. Finding Sarak was instinctual. They had only just proclaimed their relationship to each other and he had only just come home. Slinking up from his right side she pressed against him and cast her tongue across his muzzle. It was the first time she had shown public affection for him but that was the last of anyone's worries. Especially hers. Amber eyes caught the sickly white figure across from her and her heart slammed into her chest. The jolt of shock rocked through her and she was certain that Sarak would not miss it. Isardis. She felt sick and wondering why the hell he was there while at the same time cursing herself for coming. She was aware that her breathing was getting faster and shallower as she thought of the ugly, horrible creature laying eyes on her children. Touching them. Tainting their minds and perhaps even their very souls.

She was a fool, she had been a fool. The woman's red eyes released their gaze to the man who called her so many things she agreed with in the back of her head. Another sigh would escape her lips, for she had won her life if nothing at all. Rolling over, she ignored everyone, their gazes were too harsh, they were too painful. Vahva had not noticed it until now, when it came to these wolves she had felt so uncomfortable in the first place. How could she have expected to make friends when she had not gone through what they had. The only stories she had were of the war, and when her mother was alive, it was a much simpler time. She could see Night yelling at her now, yelling at her for a mistake that she made and could not replace. No one cared for her, no one would come save her. It was just like that dark cell, and here, it was all the same. She spotted Azalea come, but her mind had already shut down, and she returned to her darker state. Vahva pulled herself up, looking to the beta as she shook her head. She needed no healer, it was her job to take care of herself. It was clear she was not cut out to be a warrior here. Not until she could get over her fears, and conceal the bubbling anger she had inside of her. The woman's tail flicked. "I need no healer, I do not deserve such a service when I can heal the wound myself." She didn't want to be here any longer. Her red eyes looked at him, she wanted to cry really hard, but she knew no one would pity her. All her talks, had been nothing but bluffs. She growled, turning around and leaving towards the island where her herbs would be waiting for her. "I'll be waiting in my den." Was all the words she would whisper before vanishing from sight sadly. Speech,

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.

Since having found his sisters Twig and Angel, the Black titan hardly strayed far from them. He had just gotten his family back and an irrational part of him thought that if he just turned his head away for a second, they would somehow disappear. It was stupid because they weren't going anywhere, but still, Pulsus couldn't bring himself to wander to far from his sisters now that they were with him. And it was the elder of the two sisters, Twig, that he had taken with him today in the search at the battlefield. If his sisters were here, it was possible that other sisters and brothers could be wandering around, possibly looking for himself and the girls; and he wanted to find them. The landscape they had wandered into wasn't exactly the most tranquil in this vast place. It was wreaked of blood and gore, of death and destruction. Twig had been hesitant to come, uneasy about coming to such a place. But Pulsus had been persistent with her, coaxing her, reassuring her that he would be beside her the entire time. And he stayed true to his promise. The behemoth would stick close to his sister as they moved along the battlefield, his sharp senses catching a commotion in the distance. Mismatched eyes would zero in on the group of wolves gathered, noticing that there were two distinct packs gathered. As his gaze continued to scan the wolves, one in particular would stand out; a young boy of ivory and ebony with a distinct marking on his shoulder. A cross. Another Black relative? Pulsus would gently nudge Twig, urging her to follow him towards the group of wolves gathered. ]I believe we've found another family member sister. He would murmur to her, motioning to the boy with his muzzle. Talk like this

Their search would not cease to end until all of the members of the Black Clan were safely gathered together, today would be no different. Pulsus had convinced her to follow him into the unknown of the battle field she had avoided it thus far for the reason of avoiding gore. It smelled of old blood and hatred and she could hardly stand it. The behemoth she newly called brother however, would insist upon her safety and she would thus entrust her care into his paws. They would not be on the field long when a commotion would begin to ensue. Ashley would have just walked the other way, never to set foot near all of the strange wolves. Pulsus would insist, and knowing he would protect her she would loyally follow. He had not been integrated into their family for long, but she felt he was worthy of following. He was of Black blood, and that was enough. As they came over the rise she was able to take in all that was going on. Two very distinct groups had gathered, she would assume for the rights of the pack. She was unable to make out the words that were being exchanged, but she would hardly care for such things. What had her attention were two forms who stood apart from the commotion. Two wolves who she had been craving desperately to reunite with. As Pulsus let the words from his lips the oddly marked girl would be on her way to greet them. With tears in her eyes she would approach quickly, relieved to see Jinxx and Divinity. No words were necessary as she pulled herself up to her lost brother, she could not contain herself. An affectionate embrace would ensue, her chest aiming to collide with his own as her muzzle reached up to caress his own. Her orchid gaze would not linger, but would travel to her sister. While still adhered to Jinxx's touch she would smile brightly at her younger sister, so joyful to see both of them again. She wondered if the two had found each other previously, or if like she and Pulsus they had just happened upon each other. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming." she would bury her face into Jinxx's fur, sure they would vaporize at any moment. ~"Twig"~

ooc; If this should be made into a separate thread please split my topic and make it so. If not then I can repost in a new thread.
Also, if I win by some miracle, something will be arranged so that I will not have two primary alphas.

They did not seem to have enough, drunken with power. Seraphine would lag behind her pack mates who went to the summoning call, quickly dealing with a few things before setting off. Limbs would carry her large body quickly in the direction the howl had come from, and upon approaching she would see a good amount of wolves, both from each pack but some who did not spell of either. She would roll her eyes at the wolves, her attention going to an injured Valhallan who would quickly leave the field. An ear would twitch, swiveling in the direction of a wolf who appeared to be around her age, pelt as white as snow, speaking about taking Valhalla, the wolves. Lips would pull back to reveal her canines at this remark, her burning gaze burning a hole into Isardis's skull. When would they have enough? She snorted, the answer was obvious wasn't it? Never, they would keep coming back, destroy everything because of a idiotic girl who caused this all. And look around, she wasn't even here to see what she had caused. 'What till we come face to face girl.' She inwardly snarled, her claws digging into the earth. But that wasn't what was getting her blood to boil, this yearling had come and challenged for their home, and none of them were even trying to defend it while their Alphess went at it. Cowards! Raising her head the young wolf would move forward, passing her pack mates, bi-colored eyes locked on Isardis, stopping so there was a few yards of space between the two. She knew very well the power he held, and in a way respected it, but she wouldn't become one of her packmates, an observer. She would at least try to defend her home! Even if there was a very high possibility of her getting pummeled. She would hold herself with pride, that she would be fighting for something, but not in anyway cocky. She was aware of what she was facing, and was ready to take the consequences. ?I challenge you Isardis, for Glaciem.? She would not turn to the Valhallans to check their reactions. ?You win, I will become your prisoner, a slave if you wish to see me suffer for such actions. I win, your pack is mine.? Fair enough, she would give herself to them if she were to fail, and if she won, they give themselves to her. Either way, she wouldn't just give in, she would fight, no matter how hard his punch may be. Seraphine would use everything she had learned up till this point, along with a few things she had come with on her own. Everything would be put into this fight. Golden and blue orbs would narrow to slits as she watched the man, limbs spreading evenly to allow her weight to be distributed. Limbs would then bent the slightest, toes spreading and laws gripping the earth. If he made an immediate move she would have to act quickly and dodge whatever he might throw at her. Head would tilt downward enough to protect her throat, then move back just as her shoulders moved forward the scrunch up the skin around her neck. The folds of skin would help if he were to go for her neck, hopefully they would help her the way she thought they would. Lips pulled back, wrinkling as she displayed her fangs, ready to get to work, to become closer to somehow assisting the ones who took her in and allowed her to call Valhalla home. Muscles would tense up, her neck, limb joints, stomach, hopefully to lower the severity of an attack on such areas. And lastly, her single ear would pin back against her skull... she was ready. SERAPHINE vs ISARDIS for GLACIEM move ZERO, of UNKNOWN ATTACKS; DEFENSES; eyes narrowed, limbs spreading evenly, limbs bent, toes spread, claws gripping earth, head tilted, head back and shoulders forward to create skin folds on neck, lips back, fangs displayed, muscles around neck, joints and stomach tense, ear pinned back INJURIES;

A call from a somewhat familiar, the wolves of the north moved one by one towards the fields of the battle grounds. It was a place he was all too familiar with, and it was somewhat of a surprise to see who it was that was challenging. Sin could only wonder what was going through her head when she spoke of trying to force claim each member. He laughed at her, for it was such folly to have such a dream. Her? Against thirty or so? It was not possible. He knew the other pack would not remain to be ruled by the likes of their enemy; it was only logical. And if she so attempted to do so, she would only end up killing herself in trying. He was sure the current Valhallans would continue to fight, and it was impossible for one to fight dozens. She would only get herself killed, hated, and whether she managed or not, they would not heed her orders....it was only common sense, not even he would attempt such a feat. The idea was indeed, amusing and laughable. Although, his amusement was internal save for a deep rumble in his chest, though one would only assume it was towards the challenged pack, nay. It was for the challenger for having such an idea. And although Sin wanted a pack, he wanted to strive to build an empire anew, not steal someone's leftovers. Crimson painted ears twisted to hear yet another challenge, this time against the northern male. The albino was being challenged, and although it was a foolish choice, this he had to see. There was no doubt that both parties would give it their all, and he would be surprised if the girl managed to win. However foolish a dream it was, and yet he could not help but admire her bold courage in trying to defend her family. And if she lost, he was sure Isardis would use cowardly motives to ensure her time in Glaciem was of the worst. Hmph...some king that would be. To be blinded by no more then the fickle beast of revenge and hatred, he would create his own downfall, of that Sin had no doubt. For Isardis was not for the people; he strove only for himself. Salmon tongue swept over blood stained jowls as he stood to watch in anticipation. Amber orbs cutting into the primary challenger, and secondary challenged. This would turn out amusing. And if this were to break out in a series of challenges, he would simply stand back and watch, for his time was better wasted elsewhere. "Speech"

REGARDING SERAPHINE'S CHALLENGE Due to the rule that a player may only have one primary alpha at a time, Seraphine is not permitted to challenge for a pack unless Loccian first hands Seracia over to someone else. Therefore, at this time, the challenge for Glaciem is not being allowed. Chrysanthe Loner age - gender - gems 690 size - build posts 322 player 02-03-2014, 03:36 PM Find #39 So the girl was simply ambitious? That was hard to believe when Isardis was standing behind her, surely whispering sweet nothings in her ears consisting of whatever she wanted when he asked for her to do this for him. Yet Chrysanthe would take the other's words as they were, and harbor no hatred for her - only the unyielding urge to prevail against her. Although she was not an adult, she could smell it, this little lady was naught but a yearling - she managed to be bulky enough to be her full weight, and so size would not present itself as a considerable advantage to the half blind woman. She would have to consider this fight as she went, take in the girl's strengths and weaknesses as she learned them - hopefully rather quickly, during this fight. The alpha would react immediately after Artemis began running toward her and begin her own charge forward. She would approach Artemis head on, and as the two covered ground to meet each other around half way Chrysanthe would try and level out the angle Artemis came at her by moving slightly to her right as she ran. Meanwhile the alpha's defenses were set. Her eyes were narrowed, ears pinned, and her muzzle crinkled to aide against a grip to it. Her jaws were agape, and her chin tucked to protect her throat. The woman's head was aligned with her spine, her shoulders rolled to protect the sides of her neck, and her hackles were raised along the back of her neck and spine. Her weight was evenly balanced at her core, her legs slightly bent so that her body would be slightly lower to the ground, and her stomach was tightened beneath her. The alpha's tail was raised to aide in keeping her balance, her back legs were squared, and her toes were splayed to ground her while her nails were used for traction against the coming collision. The two would crash into each other and Chrysanthe's chest bore the damage from Artemis's shoulder, bruising as pain blossomed from the area that had been hit. She would try and even out her breathing, the sudden clash of bodies resulted in a sharp intake of breath, but the woman would remain steady despite the pain. She would not rear backward very far after the clash due to she and Artemis being roughly the same size (although she had height and mass on the other female it was not much), and her squared back legs, splayed toes and dragging nails would help with recoil as well. There would be soreness and definite bruising on the front of her chest, and it blossomed quickly, pulsing with pain at the contact - but such a pain would not deter the alpha this early on. Adrenaline flowed through her, and the chatter of wolves around she and her opponent barely reached her ears as she focused on this very important battle. Hopefully the other's shoulder would be feeling similar pain, the alpha had rushed toward her opponent at what she supposed was a similar speed. The young female's gaping jaws hung open as she approached the alpha, and as she approached, jaws wide in order to strike the left side of Chrysanthe's face - she would reach quickly and immediately, out of both fear and instinct. She had lost her right eye to the Glaciem Queen, she would do whatever she could to avoid losing her left! Her own teeth aimed to strike Artemis's lower jaw, all it took from the alpha was a slight tilt of her head and a snap since the girl aimed to begin this battle with a wide-mouthed strike to the alpha's face. Her top jaw aimed to bite down over Artemis's tongue in her mouth, and the bottom would attempt to dig into the outer portion of her bottom jaw. If she managed to grip the girl, she would try to yank her bottom jaw downward in an attempt to leave her jaw fractured or possibly broken. She did not see the other's sweep to her right ankle coming since she is clearly blind in that eye, but her reaction to the sudden yank was to quickly move her leg up and more toward herself in an attempt to get it out of her opponent's way. She would not go without scratches to her ankle from where Artemis grabbed at it, but it was a minuscule pain at best. Once her right leg was free from the yearling's grasp and lifted, she would stamp it back down on the ground - blindly attempting to use it to smash into Artemis's toes and leave possible fractures or breakage. If she missed, her balance would remain upon all four paws once it hit the ground again. attacks: colliding with Artemis's shoulder with her chest and attempting to leave bruising, attempting to bite artemis's lower jaw and dislocate it, yanking her right paw up and toward her to avoid it being pulled away from her, and then stamping it downward toward Artemis's toes (didn't see it coming, but a natural reaction to the sudden tug) defenses: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, muzzle crinkled, jaws agape, chin tucked, head aligned with spine, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, weight evenly balanced, legs slightly bent, back legs squared, stomach tightened, tail raised, toes splayed, nails used for traction, back legs squared injuries: moderate bruising to chest, minor scratching to right ankle, damage pending from Artemis's attack with jaws vs. Artemis for Valhalla move one of five code by sam & image by lu Madieke age gender gems 5 size build posts 67 player 02-03-2014, 07:56 PM Find #40 She might have been told to stay behind, stay out of trouble or at least meet her brother and sister at a certain meeting place by dark; but the petite pale silver girl had no intentions of doing so. She had sat there and watched Twig and Pulpus walk off to find more family. She had told herself to wait then track them down, and she had. She was glade she naturally was silent on her paws and tiny to easily hide. She had gone off to find a small meal before she would follow their trail. It was slow going but she didn't mind. Isolation allowed her to let loose he tight lid she held on her emotions. Thoughts raced through her head. She wasn't sure about this new found brother. Sure he born the true mark of their family, but was he the killer? The one everyone hated and Twig had just forgotten? She didn't want to be left alone either, honestly it scared her. She didn't want to chance losing her sister again, she didn't want to have those nightmares again. She wanted to feel safe, sheltered and never alone. A howl broke into the voice and had the young girl pause. Head lifted to look ahead, still a good distance away but knew her siblings trail led in the direction of the call. A shiver ran down her back, that wasn't either one of them. Twin ice blues widened with fear she her body lurched forwards in a dead sprint. Her slender legs were a blur, heart hammered in her chest, threatening to burst through, lung hurts with the lack of oxygen being pumped into them. She crashed to a stop, gasping as a panic attack stole over her. She tried to fight it, legs thrashing till she couldn't no longer. She cried out with fear, feeling helpless and blinded by the attack. It was a long while before she could stumble to her paws and drag herself on. It hadn't been the first panic attack she had ever had, just another number added to the long list. Finally she stumbled and weaved onto the battlegrounds, body still shaking. The view of many wolves reached her sights and she paused. She was confused at what she saw. She sat down, trying to reclose that lid on her emotions. It was easily done except the obvious distress she had just gone under. She didn't know if her brother and sister were here anymore, or even aware two more sibling were there at that. She could only grasp at the only thought that so many wolves were here. Her sensitive body started to pick up on the emotions from the large group, making her ears lay flat. Anger, rage, frustration, maybe fear. It was too much for her, she couldn't bring herself closer, nor did she want to. She didn't need to cause another panic attack on herself. I can talk! Pages (3): « Previous 1 2 3 Next » Current time: 08-04-2024, 02:31 PM Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group. Apocalypse 2.0 --Everything the Light Touches --Ice Age --The Long Night --Suffer --Dichotomy Linear Mode Threaded Mode

So the girl was simply ambitious? That was hard to believe when Isardis was standing behind her, surely whispering sweet nothings in her ears consisting of whatever she wanted when he asked for her to do this for him. Yet Chrysanthe would take the other's words as they were, and harbor no hatred for her - only the unyielding urge to prevail against her. Although she was not an adult, she could smell it, this little lady was naught but a yearling - she managed to be bulky enough to be her full weight, and so size would not present itself as a considerable advantage to the half blind woman. She would have to consider this fight as she went, take in the girl's strengths and weaknesses as she learned them - hopefully rather quickly, during this fight.


The alpha would react immediately after Artemis began running toward her and begin her own charge forward. She would approach Artemis head on, and as the two covered ground to meet each other around half way Chrysanthe would try and level out the angle Artemis came at her by moving slightly to her right as she ran. Meanwhile the alpha's defenses were set. Her eyes were narrowed, ears pinned, and her muzzle crinkled to aide against a grip to it. Her jaws were agape, and her chin tucked to protect her throat. The woman's head was aligned with her spine, her shoulders rolled to protect the sides of her neck, and her hackles were raised along the back of her neck and spine. Her weight was evenly balanced at her core, her legs slightly bent so that her body would be slightly lower to the ground, and her stomach was tightened beneath her. The alpha's tail was raised to aide in keeping her balance, her back legs were squared, and her toes were splayed to ground her while her nails were used for traction against the coming collision.


The two would crash into each other and Chrysanthe's chest bore the damage from Artemis's shoulder, bruising as pain blossomed from the area that had been hit. She would try and even out her breathing, the sudden clash of bodies resulted in a sharp intake of breath, but the woman would remain steady despite the pain. She would not rear backward very far after the clash due to she and Artemis being roughly the same size (although she had height and mass on the other female it was not much), and her squared back legs, splayed toes and dragging nails would help with recoil as well. There would be soreness and definite bruising on the front of her chest, and it blossomed quickly, pulsing with pain at the contact - but such a pain would not deter the alpha this early on. Adrenaline flowed through her, and the chatter of wolves around she and her opponent barely reached her ears as she focused on this very important battle. Hopefully the other's shoulder would be feeling similar pain, the alpha had rushed toward her opponent at what she supposed was a similar speed.


The young female's gaping jaws hung open as she approached the alpha, and as she approached, jaws wide in order to strike the left side of Chrysanthe's face - she would reach quickly and immediately, out of both fear and instinct. She had lost her right eye to the Glaciem Queen, she would do whatever she could to avoid losing her left! Her own teeth aimed to strike Artemis's lower jaw, all it took from the alpha was a slight tilt of her head and a snap since the girl aimed to begin this battle with a wide-mouthed strike to the alpha's face. Her top jaw aimed to bite down over Artemis's tongue in her mouth, and the bottom would attempt to dig into the outer portion of her bottom jaw. If she managed to grip the girl, she would try to yank her bottom jaw downward in an attempt to leave her jaw fractured or possibly broken.


She did not see the other's sweep to her right ankle coming since she is clearly blind in that eye, but her reaction to the sudden yank was to quickly move her leg up and more toward herself in an attempt to get it out of her opponent's way. She would not go without scratches to her ankle from where Artemis grabbed at it, but it was a minuscule pain at best. Once her right leg was free from the yearling's grasp and lifted, she would stamp it back down on the ground - blindly attempting to use it to smash into Artemis's toes and leave possible fractures or breakage. If she missed, her balance would remain upon all four paws once it hit the ground again.


attacks: colliding with Artemis's shoulder with her chest and attempting to leave bruising, attempting to bite artemis's lower jaw and dislocate it, yanking her right paw up and toward her to avoid it being pulled away from her, and then stamping it downward toward Artemis's toes (didn't see it coming, but a natural reaction to the sudden tug)

defenses: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, muzzle crinkled, jaws agape, chin tucked, head aligned with spine, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, weight evenly balanced, legs slightly bent, back legs squared, stomach tightened, tail raised, toes splayed, nails used for traction, back legs squared

injuries: moderate bruising to chest, minor scratching to right ankle, damage pending from Artemis's attack with jaws


vs. Artemis for Valhalla

move one of five

code by sam & image by lu

She might have been told to stay behind, stay out of trouble or at least meet her brother and sister at a certain meeting place by dark; but the petite pale silver girl had no intentions of doing so. She had sat there and watched Twig and Pulpus walk off to find more family. She had told herself to wait then track them down, and she had. She was glade she naturally was silent on her paws and tiny to easily hide. She had gone off to find a small meal before she would follow their trail. It was slow going but she didn't mind. Isolation allowed her to let loose he tight lid she held on her emotions. Thoughts raced through her head. She wasn't sure about this new found brother. Sure he born the true mark of their family, but was he the killer? The one everyone hated and Twig had just forgotten? She didn't want to be left alone either, honestly it scared her. She didn't want to chance losing her sister again, she didn't want to have those nightmares again. She wanted to feel safe, sheltered and never alone. A howl broke into the voice and had the young girl pause. Head lifted to look ahead, still a good distance away but knew her siblings trail led in the direction of the call. A shiver ran down her back, that wasn't either one of them. Twin ice blues widened with fear she her body lurched forwards in a dead sprint. Her slender legs were a blur, heart hammered in her chest, threatening to burst through, lung hurts with the lack of oxygen being pumped into them. She crashed to a stop, gasping as a panic attack stole over her. She tried to fight it, legs thrashing till she couldn't no longer. She cried out with fear, feeling helpless and blinded by the attack. It was a long while before she could stumble to her paws and drag herself on. It hadn't been the first panic attack she had ever had, just another number added to the long list. Finally she stumbled and weaved onto the battlegrounds, body still shaking. The view of many wolves reached her sights and she paused. She was confused at what she saw. She sat down, trying to reclose that lid on her emotions. It was easily done except the obvious distress she had just gone under. She didn't know if her brother and sister were here anymore, or even aware two more sibling were there at that. She could only grasp at the only thought that so many wolves were here. Her sensitive body started to pick up on the emotions from the large group, making her ears lay flat. Anger, rage, frustration, maybe fear. It was too much for her, she couldn't bring herself closer, nor did she want to. She didn't need to cause another panic attack on herself. I can talk!