'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
EDIT: Gem request accepted! Edited to link to accepted purchase
Shadows curled in silent brooding. Waiting, patiently, for their master to come and break the world. Whispers flew across the winds. Betrayer. Death. Violence. It all followed the roaring sound of duo calls. The world was ripped in two. When the sun seemed to shine the brightest hue it was always the clouds that came roaring in so fast to steal it all away. Rage, slithered threw each bone in her body. It coiled and lashed out across her body in waves. She felt so hot. So close, she could see red, but she needed to remained focus. With the call to her god for the love of her life and another for the kingdom she had built from the ashes she needed to keep her head in check.
She stood for a moment and looked onto the transgressors. Mercy was not an option. They had violated her world. Broke into the vibrate ray of colors she had struggled so hard to build. What reason was for this sentence? Her ears fell back, unsure which call to follow. Kaios was the one and only to touch her in such a way that moved her. He stood by her when everyone else had walked away. When Zara had left her to deal with the after math of the Death of the former Kingdom she had claimed. No one would steal that away. Yet that other call, one so wretched it struck her to the bones. She had worked so hard to collect those that belonged to her. Who was this cunt that called to lay claim on what she had earned?
Violet eyes sang with virtue, as they roved from bitch to slut. Murder was in her gaze towards Jupiter. The sentence was set. Written in stone. Written in her mind and she prayed that Cerberus would reward her honor to him with her soul to claim. She would have that bitches head on a spike in front of her homelands. Decorating their borders and screaming what the truth of their pack was worth. Yet as the sentence was set in her violet vindictive gaze burned towards the other. The puppet on strings. She wondered if she tugged hard enough if she could break those strings and the body that held it.
She was a small thing, significantly smaller then her by 10 inches. The bitches weight didn?t even seem to match her own. She was slim and built for speed and yet the behemoth queen was built for both. Sade had though her height and weight had made her sluggish. Yet when shadows shifted and move there she was. When one moment she was there and the next she was not. A queen of assassins was not a title to be taken lightly. Her paws pushed deep into the crushed snow. Elongated claws punctured the ground with the bulk of her weight. She was almost shaking with her anger. Yet confusion shown in her eyes along with bereavement as she looked the female over.
?You call onto the shadows. Dare to demand what blood and tears and ashes have built. Who are you? What madness inflicts you to think you can take a kingdom that needs no taking? Who?s subjects adore their leader and desire to live in peace?? she all but snarled at the woman. Her body was tense and she was doing all she could to contain herself yet the rage to swallow the soul of this woman was more then overwhelming. It was a pity. Should the call not been married with the other. Should the puppet with the strings be acting to her own accord then perhaps the scene could have played differently. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the thrill of violence. She was confident that the rage that was seething deep into the pit of her stomach would help keep her mind focused on the task at hand. She would not fall victim to her own perversion.
ooc: We discussed doing 4 rounds. This is just her getting clarity on what the hell is happening before she fights.
plus i wanted to use this sexy table seren made for meee
The wraith seemed to be drawn to gore and agony like a moth to an open flame, so when the banshee?s screech resounded to announce a warrant for death and distress upon the island, Morphine would be quick to greet the challenge as she leapt to her paws, the fine strands of pallid fur upon her spine bristling with excitement. Adrenaline freely pumped throughout her petite form as she maneuvered towards the epicenter of the summoning call, metallic eyes alive with malice and heart pulsing vehemently within her chest. Despite the fact that she had the baggage of developing hellhounds beneath her slightly-bulging abdomen, the wench moved swiftly towards the battlefield, desiring to make a prompt entrance even though the beckon for demise was aimed towards an unknown perpetrator and not the ice queen herself. Regardless, she would meet the challenge as if it were her own detached skull that was wanted to adorn the battlefield and her blood that was needed to cloak the earth like a red carpet, skull and tail in alignment with her spinal column in her signature warrior?s stance. A smirk plastered itself to her pristine countenance as she approached the scene, pupils falling upon not one, but two challenging canines that were simply parched for blood, offering both females a glance but no words of encouragement. She recognized neither, though the stench that littered both of their bodies wasn?t entirely foreign to the witch ? they both smelled similar to the tawny lass she had encountered once before: Aria. Instinct forced her to put two and two together, deciphering that the trio of women belonged to the same pack she hadn?t known existed until weeks prior.
The aroma of another pack ? one that was strictly familiar to the ex-Tortugan ? wafted through her nostrils as she entered the fray, gaze flickering over to the couple whose defeat was sought, both canines complete behemoths that towered well over a foot higher than the dainty phantom of twenty-eight inches. She registered both countenances as familiar: the superior reigning duo over the pack that had aligned itself to her former ? one meant to defend her metaphorical crown, and the other meant to defend his actual crown. A simper drew itself upon her visage as she observed the black traitor of Tortuga and his russet challenger, curiosity striking her as she pondered just what dastardly deed Kaios had done to deserve the bounty over his head from one outside of Tortuga, for she knew there was hatred for this brute oozing from certain Tortugans. But, the woman was unable to give it much thought, for the second battle intrigued her just as much as the first to see a canine challenging a mammoth. She strode nearer to it, straying from the small and bitter crowd that had gathered in support of the gargantuan two, whelps that appeared not much older than half a year offering such biting words to the serpentine witch that dare challenge their enraged mother. Approval towards the dark temptress sprouted, empathizing with the underdog for her own potential had always been questioned due to her petite size. But she would refrain from placing bets upon either of the four gathered, simply interested to see the aftermath as she plopped her rump into the tainted floor of the battlegrounds, pupils dancing between each present in anticipation for action.
Reflections shimmered against the cool sun. Transcending memories into bodies and exploring what once had been. Determination was a funny companion and one she had known well. This puppet knew nothing of the delicate matters it took to run a pack. She knew nothing of formalities or the royal bond it took to corral everyone into safekeeping. This was a mistake and she knew that if she won there would be sever consequences for them both. This wolf could have simply chosen to fight her as an equal rather then attempt to steal her kingdom. That was a fatal move and she would see to it she corrected it.
The way this woman looked onto her children made her bristle in anger. Yet, it was a good distraction, It seemed the woman thrived on reactions and she was unwilling to give her any. Her face was completely neutral minus the rage that sang in her eyes for her puppeteer. Jupiter would pay with her life, either here on the battlegrounds or at war in some not to distance future if she won. She was over stepping her bounds as a leader and causing unnecessary strife for her pack. It was clear she cared for nothing but her vengeance and she hoped that her pack could see the betrayal she was putting them threw. She was risking their lives for the satisfaction of her hatred, which was not an honorable trait. It was selfish and inexcusable.
Her ears twitched with the dripping acid the female spoke with. It was amusing really. This woman reminded her of herself. The day she had come to the battlegrounds to steal the crown from Sade had been on Zaras orders. Yet she had felt conflicted on killing the queen due to not knowing her. It seemed this woman cared not that they had no true qualms and already seemed to hold a seed of hatred for the queen slayer. This helped to sooth her mood. Kaios was capable of handling himself. She would have been content to observe his battle on the sidelines with her children and know if he fell it was on Jupiter?s paws. Retribution would come later but now the stakes were higher and the consequences would be dire.
?Should you have listened carefully you would have noticed my Daughter spoke of her father and your queen.? She said blandly, yet she was content that situational awareness was not the specialty of this wolf. She could use this to her advantage. Her tail flicked behind her as she gave Champion and unspoken order. Observe this fight. Record what unfolds and warn the others of what?s to come should this amateur beat me. she didn?t utter the words aloud but she knew Champion would understand regardless. Softness filled her gaze for a moment. It was an honest moment of true emotions for her comrade and it was gone in an instant.
His words rang in her heart. He loved her. That was enough fuel to help her destroy this pawn. ?Seeing as you are ignorant of the ways of royalty I will educate you. When it comes to challenging another for their thrown it is wise to speak your terms.? The voice of her father seemed to fill her head. She had been brought up as royalty, the heir to Voltaine, she had never wanted such responsibility as that role dictated. How ironic it was that she had stolen a crown and slaughtered the former queen and stood before this wolf to defend what she had taken with blood and honor. ?Since you are so eager to feel the grip of violence I will allow you the first move just as Sade allowed me. However, I will not be as merciful as she was. If you lose, you forfeit your life by any means I deem fair and as for your queen. Should she accomplish in killing my male then we shall be in open war. These are my terms? she said with finality. There was no arguing with what she declared. She hoped that Champion could support her decision. She wouldn?t allow death to be brought to those that weren?t worthy of it and the slaughter of a king was condemnable by death.
Her violet eyes were focused on her opponent. Nothing would distract her now. She watched as the girl circled her and allowed her body to move when needed to ensure she was never behind her and she was always in sight. She had given the option of starting this fight to the challenger just as Sade had down to her. Her body wanted to stiffen yet she allowed herself to relax. Her paws had moved to give her body balance. Her legs were limber and firm to help with dodging any direct attacks or to counter attack depending on what she chose to do. Her tail was level with her body and her ears were back. Her head was level with her body, protecting her neck and her coat was pushed upright into attention to give a harder chance of scoring flesh. It was winter after all and the behemoth was built for the snowy region of the north. Summer was her weakness and winter was her element.
Round: 0/4
Attacks: None
Damage: None
Ooc: Just a side note, since she is an Avenger she is awarded plus 7 points in her battles.
Champion was there already, as were Syn and Basilisk but no Sal to be seen. That was too bad, he had always kind of been Zara's favourite. A firm nod was given to Newt if she was even looking before blind eyes turned to the slowly circling female who had called them all here. It was Medusa... There was no denying that scent. Zara's heart dropped a bit, it would be a waste... Medusa's death would be a loss. But Zara would say nothing to her and not acknowledge her beyond a lingering glance. After a moment Zara took a seat beside Champion, nodding to her easily. They had only met a few times but Zara didn't mind the female from what she could gather, a young warrior with a good heart. Blind eyes slid over Syn and Baslisk, they were getting bigger, heart beats starting to slow to compensate for their size. Then there was one more, an unfamiliar scent but young... The massive beast of a female stood and walked towards the pup. "What are you doing here all alone?" she murmured to the pup as she seated herself beside the child, ready to move her if the battle came their way.
Swish, swish, swish, the guillotine danced from side to side. Waiting, as the inches faded and the bite to flesh was drawing near. Everything was in focus and though distractions pushed into the mind of the insane nothing seemed to penetrate the stillness that settled over the behemoths body. Slowly she following the circler motion, all the while counting the inches and seconds it would take to attack, she was unsure if the maiden was aware but each time she following she moved only a fraction of an inch closer. Every time the snake pulled her gaze to see what her master was doing the shadow drew closer.
Words like acid pulled into her mind. What was a wolf challenging for another?s throne that didn?t care? What purpose did she hold for wanting her kingdom if she truly cared not for the role of a leader? Perhaps Jupiter was attempting the same that her very Zara had asked of her. That was an error in the queen?s judgment. Zara had held blood rights to the throne. Endured the ranks and forced her way to the top only to have it stolen from her. She belonged to Amenti but Jupiter belonged in her own realm not the realm of shadows. She desired not to die but she would not revoke the terms. Those were her terms and she would finish the wolf if she won. She would give her no room for escape and her life would be forfeit for her disrespectful actions, no matter how pure thy may be, she was challenging the queen of assassins and the consequences would be catastrophic.
She dismissed the first move. Coward. The name would forever be branded into the bitch?s bones. Truly she was a snake in the grass and she was certain how the bitch would bite. Some small part of her, far far away, wondered what Champion and Zara thought of this pretender?s refusal. It was dishonorable and disrespectful to dismiss the first move and that showed her that in no way would she allow this bitch to gain control over the kingdom she had worked so hard to build.
Reaction was what she wanted, what she expected from the queen slayer, but Sade had expected reaction as well and she hadn?t seen the strike coming just as this bitch wouldn?t know what direction she would erupt from. Her paws kept her body balanced as they followed the female slowly. She knew the tactic, tire the big fat wolf out, and then attack. Well, simply because one is large and heavy didn?t mean they didn?t know how to use their stamina and preserve it. That was an error many wolves that were built for speed and agility made when it came to larger wolves. Just because they were heavy didn?t mean they were slow and just because a wolf is slim didn?t mean they didn?t have strength behind their bite.
The words come had slipped from the serpentines mouth and yet she made no indication of doing so. She merely continued to move, waiting, watching, and hoping to frustrate the woman. Her violet eyes watched every paw step, every muscle movement, and waiting for any distractions. Jupitor and Kaios had begun their battle and the sound of snarls and growls was over whelming. She yearned to watch the battle and to know what was happening but in the end her children would tell the tale of their joint battles and she would know. Instead as the fight progressed in the distance she positioned herself at a slight angle as she followed the woman round and around.
She felt the distance slipping slowly and she could almost reach out and smack the bitch if she truly tried. In that moment everything became one fluid motion. Her legs locked and then propelled her body forward. Her weight was evenly distributed on her toes and her legs were wide to hold her balance. Claws were used to grab the earth and rip her body forward. Her tail was level with her body and swaying to keep her body in a forward momentum. She had pinned her ears back for protection, Her hair had rose upright to attention, and she angled her head down to protect her throat.
While the bitch had been circling her she had made sure to fall back just a little and angle herself so she was constantly facing the left side of Medusa, rather then be facing her head on. As she pushed forward she opened her jaws and tilted her head just enough to protect her neck. Her objective was to possibly grab the side of the serpent?s neck, or shoulder, hold, and she hoped that with her speed and weight she could possibly rip into the flesh and knock the bitch off balance and run her into the ground. She wouldn?t be gentle this time and anything she could score she would tear as if she were breaking into a fresh kill. Should the bitch move just a little forward then she would aim for the meat that met her shoulder to her leg. If hesitated and lunged forward then she would attempt to grab the fur around the bitched backside, where her shoulder blades were, and again attempt to use her weight to push her into the ground. Should she bolt then she would attempt to grab medusas thigh and again try to drag her into the ground.
<*b>Round: 1/4
Attacks: Newt is attacking from the side of medusa, since it wasn?t clearly identified in her post which direction she was circling, clockwise or counter clockwise, I am going with counter clockwise. This positions newt to face the left side of Medusa. She is aiming to grab the side of Medusas neck and push her off balance into the ground by attacking from the side. Depending on the direction Medusa goes she is also aiming for her shoulder, loose fur between the shoulder blades, or thigh and still aiming to knock her over with her forward force.
Damage: None, as this is the first move.
Defenses: Legs evenly distributed and lose to help with fluid movement and keep her grounded and balanced. As she pushes forward they space apart and lock forward to keep her balance and distribute her weight evenly and she is running on her toes Her Tail and head are level with her body to also help with balance and protect her neck. Ears are pinned back to protect them. Fur is raised to support her skin and give her an extra layer to protect the skin beneath it. Eyes are focused and looking for counter attacks or defenses. Jaws are ajar to grab and protect her face for any counter attacks. <*/b>
He had been off running around the pack owned territory, exploring the place he called home. It was nice, to get away from his siblings and just try discovering the world around him. Sadly though he didn't meet too many wolves, something he really wanted to do.
That wasn't what was on his mind though, a call had woken him from his sleep. Slowly eyelids pulled back, revealing a single violet orb, moving around in its socket. He was in the den, back against the wall and legs spread out before him. Carefully he lifted his head off the ground, ears swiveling to catch the howl, translating it. Something was off about it, it didn't sound like one of mother's pack mates and wasn't real friendly.
Not wasting any time the wolf pushed himself up and made his way out of the den, stopping for a moment to shake himself off before moving off towards the source of the howl.
In no time the boy approached a wonderful scene. Paws stopped him yards away from a large crowd of wolves, two he had never seen before and the rest were his siblings, Champion and Zara. There were two others though, his other, jaws open and throwing herself at another stranger. A fight? But for what that it would cause such a scene?
Something else caught his attention, and so he turned his head, violet orbs falling upon his father going at a strangely colored woman. What did I miss? He spoke up, head held high and a chime in his voice as he made his way over to sit beside Zara.
Sal's eyes would go back and forth between his mother to his father, tongue slipping out from his jaws to run over his lips. He wanted to see some pain, hear some yelps. The sound like music to his ears, and not only that, he wanted to see the blood... wanted to taste it.
"normal.
talk.
think.
you."
We fight to live, we live to fight
And tonight, you'll hear my battle cry
We live our lives on the frontlines
We're not afraid of the fast times
These days have opened up my eyes
And now, I see where the threat lies
The world has transcended into a form of suspension. Everything was frozen as time clicked on like some arrogate laugh that mocked them all. Alternate realities and yet they were one in the same. Fangs met fangs, blood for blood, hearts did beat as one as the couple did their best to fuel the fires that burned in their twined hearts. She could feel the adrenalin pooling in her body like liquid ambition. Everything was critical and she wouldn?t dare underestimate her opponent. The woman was indeed a snake and she knew her goal was to strike, recoil, and strike again. She wouldn?t allow distance to be her friend. No she would push and push until there was no room to flee from the monsters jaws.
She had made her way, closer and closer, as the woman had circled. Every time Medusa had stolen a glance at her master she had taken advantage of the distraction and pulled the distance away. When she had pushed forward for her strike there was barley much moving room. She was close enough that if she reached out she could almost touch the woman. She had taken that moment to strike. Her violet eyes had remained focused and ever watchful as the reaction erupted from her opponent?s body. She had calculated the bitch would either move forward, be hit directly, or back peddle. She had done the first. Used the moment to try and escape the blow and so she did. The behemoth was startled by the woman?s speed. Obviously she was so quick to avoid any contact from a close assault.
Never the less her eyes had followed and she had shifted her weight as she hit the ground where Medusa?s body should have been. She allowed her weight to shift to her right side and use her forward movement to continue as she shifted her body to follow. As she was doing so, the serpent had halted and turned around to make her forward assault. She was mirroring her master attack towards her Mate. She had done as Medusa had predicted to an extent. Newt was no amateur when it came to battle and watching the reactions of the body was a key factor to know what was coming. Instead of keeping forward and adjusting her body in a stand still like motion she had continued to peruse the woman. Though with the turn it had lost some of her forward momentum and force. She was certain Medusa had hoped that she would halt completely and the woman would be heading towards her in an angle but she had spoiled that plan by turning and heading at her straight on.
As Medusa was turning, Newt was almost on her. In the same instant that she was heading for the behemoth?s shoulder, again much like Jupiter, newt had allowed her legs to regain their balance of her body. Her tail was still level with her body; her ears were pinned tight to her skull, her head was level with her body to protect her neck, and the fur along her neck, shoulders, and backside were upright with her aggression. As Medusa was heading towards Newt she had begun to rise to attempt to hook her claws into the behemoths shoulders. Within the same few seconds, as Medusa rose to grab newt?s shoulders, Newt had given the illusion of meeting the woman head on. Her jaws were open and ready to meet her teeth for teeth and when she rose to rest her paws on newts shoulders, Newt had pushed downwards with her front legs and used her blacklegs to push forward towards the serpent?s stomach. Her jaws were ajar and aiming to score the very middle portion of her belly. She would rip into it as deeply as she could and attempt to pull the flesh apart and expose her bowels. There would be no escape from the pain that was ultimately to come.
Round: 2/4
Attacks: While her first attack missed, as she is moving forward, she shifts her weight onto her right legs and turns to follow Medusa and is now faced head on with her. Newt is going for a fake out. Pretending to meet Medusa head on, as medusa is rising to grab her shoulders and bite at her neck, Newt is pushing down at the same time and pushing her body forward aiming to score Medusas underbelly while its exposed.
Damage: None.
Defenses: Her legs are parted for balance. Her tail is level with her body. Her ears are pinned for protection; Her eyes are silted for protect, her fur is upright for added protection of her skin. Her head is level with her body to protect her neck.
ooc: Edited for word color, nothing more.