On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]
Oh yeah and Pyralis was there- adding to the list of favorite ladies. Did Ash have any male friends? He was either the worlds best chick magnet or they all thought he was the token gay.
With every infraction, Ash would start placing bets with Rhys and Kanja, leaving the option for Cael to join, but she was and Abaven wolf so, who knew.
Speaking of Abaven wolves. What. A. Mess! Ash was here for it, taking it all in. He loved every second of it. The polite alpha Shaye came in all screaming banshee and her adorable guard dogs stood down.
Oh hello, what, Rhyme was fucking his cousin? HOOOOLY FUCK. Ashmedai couldn't contain his hyena like laughter. Rhyme didn't help matters by saying it was only once.
"ONLY ONCE?!" Ashmedai cackled. He couldn't breathe. Of course a destruction would fuck their cousin. He could have screamed. He paw was beating the ground. He refrained from saying more only because he didn't want to make Rhys or Valen upset. Family respect and shit.
Also FINALLY Tyranis showed up- which didn't surprise Ash given the male had always been wishy washy at best. He came in all blood covered and crazy.
"Maybe he oughta lay off the drugs, huh?" Ash joked to those around him. Oh shit, God Fart turned him the fuck down and continued to fight the scab dude. AMAZING!
All too soon the fight was over and Ash was out of breath from all the drama he was busy laughing at and yelling about. He was glad he came. Ten out of ten did not regret.
NEPHTHYS vs RA for MAIM
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Like Icarus, Ra flew too close to the sun. The male thought he was invincible until the wax melted from his wings and . At first, it was drip by drip. He was too busy enjoying his battle to even notice. The bronze Goddess thought that pride does that, it blinded him to his own demise. Before he knew it he was crashing down toward the angry sea. And he had the injuries to prove that. Needless to say , she had a few injuries of her own, her ear had a rupture and several bruises covered her slender, feline-like bodice, however that was nothing compared to his own. His were almost fatal.
Fiery lenses washes over his frame.
Fiery orange lenses came clashing on to her aunt, Amunet, the old hag that she fought with and defeated her when she was a yearling. Oh, how the tides turned now. How did it felt? To see her enemy victorious? To see the man you love laying in the dirt as he deserves to be. To see him crumble into nothing? A smirk played at the corned of her full lips as she started at the bitch, registering her movements and every single facial expression because she will remember this moment.
She stood there for a mere moment before she leand her crown backwards to release a most beautiful and heart breaking howl, melodious and harmonious as her every sonnates. A song that screamed victory.
Amunet watched, unflinching. Her dark chocolate gaze unwavering from the sun her world had once revolved around. Watched as he spun, dizzyingly, out of orbit. She could taste the memory of the bastard child's blood on her tongue, feel the energy of her victory thrill through her, even as she watched Ra fail in overcoming a single one of his demons. She didn't move, did not cry out, hardly blinked as she watched the man she'd once been enamoured with implode under his own hubris.
She did not flinch when the mutant snapped Ra's leg beneath its weight, nor did she rush to his side. Her face was cold, hard, empty of all the naive love and adoration she'd once held for him.
The freak spoke, claiming a title it could never hold and Amunet had to laugh as an empty, weak threat fell from its lips. "You and you're siblings are not Ithuriel, lay claim to an empty crown if you wish. Become Pharoah over a whole army of worthless bastards but you can never claim our spot among the heavens. The only truth you speak is that the man before you is pharaoh no more." She lifted herself slowly onto her paws, her tone even but strong as she spoke. There was no anger anymore, only authority.
"Do not presume that because you bested an old, impotent man that you are anything special. Unlike him I've not forgotten where my worth is, I've not let myself become weak for want of fucking." She turned tail, leaving her brother to wallow in the mud, let his bastard kill him for all she cared. Then she paused, tossing the last of her words over her shoulder.
"I bested you once and will do so again, freak." Then she left. Her head held high, claiming within herself her rightful spot as the true pharaoh of the last of the Ithuriel line.
-exit Amunet-
"Sweet little lies"
Pain – its just a trick of the mind. Sometimes you can channel it, some times you can own it, sometimes you can use it. A stimulant to keep you sharp. The pain Ra felt now was different. Sickening, fearful, dangerous. Something begging him to shut his eyes and rest. Just for a moment. And if he did that – the shadow of death. Its claws would be into him deeper than the wounds Nephthys had caused him. He could not let his body fall into that gentle sleep of Elyssium. But the pain. His snapped bone hurt like nothing he had experienced before. Pain that he could not shut out. Like something shouting in his head. Like nothing else could happen while this pain existed. Most times he felt like he was in control. Now this pain was chasing him out of his own body. And yet that was not the worst of it. Face down in the dust. And listening to the words of defeat. The sound of his own devils teeth spawn telling him he was finished. Nephthys words were sharper than any dagger. He feared to lift his head from the dirt as he knew the sight of her victorious would be too painful to bear. He was in no position to argue. His fur now matted with congealing blood from his neck. Leg shattered and broken. It would be enough of a battle just to stand, dignity could be too much to stand. And there was Amunet too. He had not cared for her feelings so many times. But this defeat at the hands of a woman who Amunet had defeated – it meant Amunet no longer cared. To be treated as, as … nothing by her hurt as well. He raised himself up on his front legs, and instantly slumped forward, his shattered bone was useless. He took one step forward, limping on. No choice but to submit. But maybe he could have a last word. I salute you Pharaoh. King lead your people now. And lead them well. Pharaohs fall as well you know. Deserts are full of ancient statues to forgotten kings. I submit to you my spawn. But now I must leave. Ra stumbled and tripped, shuffling away from this bloody place. He would return. Not tomorrow. Not next week. But he would return. It is your time now pharaoh . words of a god words of ramses |
Mature themed character; thread at your own risk
Ramses is a 50" venemous Cottonmouth snake present all the time unless stated otherwise
ARCHON vs HANNIBAL for FORCE CLAIM
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Rippling growls and sputtering blood filled the air. Two heft Wolves fought brilliantly but one would soon come to victory. Adrenaline kept the smaller Wolf going as they danced but not before long the blood loss and severity of his wounds were getting the best of him. If it weren't for his family the beast would have fought to his death. It went against every fiber in his form to even consider being at the whim of this delusional behemoth. Blood dripped down his intoxicatingly pale bodice only making him look more ghastly. Fleshy bits were tone and his front left leg trembling in pain. The odds were against him going into the fight. Archon was a massive male and Hannibal was rather rusty. Yet, there were no excuses for his short comings. The albino should have been more quick on his feat rather then allowing Archon to get over him like that. All of this would mean it was time for him to face the consequences. Archon shoved Hannibal and put enough pressure to where the albino's front legs bent and his form toppled to the ground. Eyes shut as his belly hit earth and audible pain filled groans were emitted. It was the first time on record the male had been bested and it was not the fact that he lost the fight that irked him. But, the fact that was being plucked from his comfortable position in Erovrare to be someones bitch boy. That someone being some weirdo holy roller. He felt the stares of judgement pouring into his bloodied back but honestly he didn't allow himself to dwell on the loss. Hannibal had the balls to fight when his alpha did not. Tyranis watched as Archon tore into his pack members flesh. The Klein did all he could and in his core that is what mattered. If his family did not respect him for his efforts he did not want any part of their judgement. Eyes finally opened as he stared upward at his former opponent. Hannibal couldn't even fathom standing to carry on. That was that, his belly was on the earth and that was where he would remain until someone assisted him up. If they did at all. Who knows this could have just been Archon's attempt at proving a point and nothing less. Or would Erovrare's alpha challenge Archon for Hannibal? There were countless options but Hannibal barely had the energy to think. He hoped Nephthys was alright, he had noticed her fight and wasn't aware of much else. If she were smart she'd run home and take care of their offspring. With the little energy Hannibal had and his breathing slowing, "Ive been bested." Perhaps it was his honor speaking but thats all he could sputter forth as blood painted his cranium.
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All too soon the fight was over. His opponent crumbled before him and Archon stood victorious. His eyes scanned sharply over the gathering, everything still so vivid from the pumping adrenaline. Eventually his eyes landed on Obi and Circe. He gestured towards Hannibal and Obi wasted no time in hauling the bloodied man onto Circe's shoulders.
"We will tend to him once we are away," Archon murmured to Obi and Circe. "This man is the key to the shrine."
The victor looked among the crowd once more, debating on what to say. He decided now was not the time to speak. They had seen his power- God's power in action. That was enough... for now.
Archon turned to leave, gesturing for his crew to leave with him and their new bargaining chip.
-exit Archon and co-
As soon as Ra and Amunet vanished from her sight her attention returned on the matter at hand and certain enough she had seen the phantom fall. The bronze mistress felt that she hid her emotions from the world, that her position at Hannibal right side demanded a look of complete confidence and control. She wept internally. In the moment Hannibal hit the ground her world collapsed - where there was light with her victory became shadows, the pain coming and going like waves on frigid sand. Though her mind called out for him the connection was gone... she knew what this meant, he was gone... and finally she knew that her time to be alone had come, for how long she did not know. The crowd that surrounded them was a river sweeping her away to a cruel reality. She watched his interaction, wanting him to turn flash that cocky, semi-hateful grin and gesture for her to follow but it never came. He was theirs now but she had other things to worry about no.
Fiery orange jewels turned towards the crowd. Hannibal can take care of himself, he wil be alright but there were others that needed her more. No matter how much she wanted to bare her murderous canines, how much she wanted to tear into the others, her priorities screamed at her mind. Her pups needed her more than Hannibal. He will understand and if not, so be it. There was one place she needed to be more than at Hannibal side and that was near their spawns; they required the protection as their Kingdom began to crumble. It did not take long for the bronze mistress to turn on her heels and slither away through the, hopefully, distracted crowd. With luck she will make it without being seen and for that she had to hurry.
exitus
She was preocupied with the demon king but not enough that she was not aware of the fights that seemed to escalate over the time that passed. With her peripheral vision she noticed that the serpent Jekyll pointed out for her was also engaged in a battle of sorts with a sand lupine but that was of little importance to her. Instead, her eyes remained trained on her brother and she had seen his fall. Her very presence exemplified the epitome of sadness. Her moral compass had once again lead her heart to the depth of darkness and this time she had lost her own brother once more. She sank deeper and deeper in the infinite darkness. She longed for hope that perched in the soul and sang the tune without words. But she was sure that this was worse than chilling lands the spider witch encountered. A sliver of light flickered when they first reuinited many adays ago and she eagerly reached out to capture what once was lost but found that it slipt through fingers like sand being sifted in a sieve once again. A sharp, broken sob pierced the air as she screamed and clawed her front right limb until it bled when Hannibal was took away. Her mind could no longer find solace in this place and shame erupted within her bones when there was nothing she could do. Her tail subconciously, feebly reached out, yearning for Hannibal warmth but he was no longer. It was useless. She closed her eyes and heaved her last thought as the darkness consumed her. The spectacle was over. They had lost. It was time for them to retreat and she made her point across Jekyll, softly touching his side with her tail as a sign as she made her way within the shadows she came from. exitus black widow |