Ah, back in warmer lands at last. After days of travelling she had finally reached her destination; the south. Basilia knew for sure that her home was in the warmer lands. She came to a stop in an open field with a light dusting of snow. Laying her tired body down close to the river she smiled. It might have been night now but she couldn't wait for the sun to come out so she could bask in the warmth that it provided. On the verge of falling asleep the femme closed her eyes and hoped that when she awoke the sun would be out. Had she had her wits about her she wouldn't have fallen asleep in such an open space, but the trip had exhausted both her body and mind. It was hard to think clearly in such a state.

The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky. A cool breeze swept the alienated street. Owls swept silently overhead. Even shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness. It was the witching hour, the one moment the spider-witch was able to see and enjoy the ghouls that seem to surround every region she visited, specially the Swamps which she made sure to make her unofficial home, in order to rest her old bonest. The winter cold came whispering sweet nothings, luring heat from tired muscles until they could rest no more. It caressed the witch skin until it stole the pink blush and replaced it with blue. Above was the beauty of the stars, and her mind roamed again how she will never be allowed to see the glorious sun again. Even if she was cursed she still had light, the only notion of brightness that she was always surrounded with came from a full moon, and even her light was a chilled silver beam. black widow

Before the wolf could officially fall asleep she was awakened by the paw steps of another wolf nearby. Raising her head and looking around her drowsily her vision was slightly out of focus. Through the light that the moon and the stars provided she could just barely make out a shape in the night.

Letting her nose take in the scents in the air she smelled one that she recognized, what was it. Was it skunk? Was it dead crows? No those couldn't be it, it was...it was...it was that woman! What was her name, Cordalia? Either way she remembered her last interaction with the female to be unpleasant. The woman hadn't stuck in her memory much besides that. She hadn't thought that she would encounter them again in a situation such as this.

Figuring that continuing to try and sleep in this area probably wasn't the best idea she forced her begrudging body to get up and to a standing position. Joints moving slowly she walked towards an exit. However in her sleep addled mind Basilia ended up walking in the wrong direction. Instead of walking on the way leading away from the other female she ended up walking towards them on the way past. Tiredness really did nothing to help her state of being.

Mental illness, being crazy, loopy, insane, sounds amusing from the outside, not so much from the inside. For the spider witch everything was real, every psychosis. Imagine the worst nightmare you’ve ever had, take a moment to recall it. Then imagine you were unable to wake up from it because you were already awake. That is what it is like for her. All those bizarre ideas that make so much sense when she's dreaming start to make sense with her eyes wide open. It did not take long for a scent to drift towards her nostrils and oh, OH , she inhaled it deeply for it was familiar. It brought a disgusted expression towards her facial features and without a second thought the witch uturned on her heels towards the source. Sanity was overrated in the witch mind. Sanity was just a limited mind. Sanity was a mental operating system accepted by the masses of lupines as within normal parameters. She was not like this petulant child, she was something different and she will prove it. There. Thereee Kill.Kill.KILL We meet again, vermin came the toxic hisses of the skeletal woman. And now I can see you for what you truly are. black widow

As Basilia slowly shuffled her way to the edges of the clearing. Jumping a bit at the words she heard. She looked in the direction of the other female with a minor scowl on her face. Basilia certainly was not vermin; eyes struggling to focus she commented "And I can't see you, are we even now?" The femme really didn't want to deal with the other wolf in this state. Any other day she would gladly initiate a fight but now she felt that if a stiff breeze blew by she could fall right over. "Now's not the time, go peddle your craziness elsewhere."

Oh this was going to be fun - or at least the black widow hoped. So much anger and hatred stemmed form this girl just by the first approach and reaction she'd been given. Silly little sticks and stones. Murderous canines flashed with a manic grin, Let's break those horrific, ugly bones. The end of her tail twitched with impatient hunger, And have some wicked fun. a devious chuckle escaped the woman's lips. Her eyes steady on her opponent. Despite the odds, she'd make a game out of this – a performance. a work of art. She was sure her brother will be pleased of her for remaining strong and capable at his side and for that she had to keep her wits and muscles with her. Her limbs would spread equally on both sides, tail would remain rigid and straight behind her in order to further aid her balance as her head would tuck low in order to protect her throat. Oh but no – she would certainly not have the first Your move she stated briefly, never gone chesire grin splitting her pretty face. Cordelia vs Basilia for DOMINANCE Round 0/? Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A Speech

As Basilia’s tired mind struggled to comprehend anything the other wolf was saying she picked out that they had the intent to fight her. This didn’t please Basilia in the least, sure she was all for a good fight but not when she wasn’t at her best. She growled in the back of her throat in an attempt to get the blood running enough so that she didn’t move as slow. The other wolf had given her the first move for who knows what reason. So she would do her best to use this chance and take down this mutant of a wolf on her own terms.

Teeth bared Basilia walked towards the other woman saying “If I had the time to spend fighting your puny little self I would’ve done it the moment I met you. So if you’re dead set on a fight you’ll get one, but you’ll get one when I’m good and ready. I’m tired and clearly not in my best shape, if you’ve any honor in you you’ll want a fair fight on even footing.” She turned around releasing a snarl at the women. “Couple days, battlegrounds, you’ll know my howl when it pierces your ears. If you decide you no longer have anything to prove to yourself I won’t hold it against you.”

Basilia continued on her way, she was going to get her sleep and this crazy woman wasn’t about to stop her. She’d have to adjust her sleeping schedule a bit if she was going to be awake enough during the night. This was a whole ordeal she would rather not deal with, for this wolf annoyed her more than anything else. Fighting for entertainment was one thing but fighting for an actual reason was another. Sure the woman had her fair share of enemies but they were primarily so in verbal form. Physical enemies were her least favorite kind.  The woman could talk circles around someone if she chose to, but fighting things out with teeth and claws only proved things once. Rematches certainly were not her thing and she hoped to the stars that this wolf wasn’t stubborn enough to want one. She would beat them fair and square and if she didn’t she would do her best to take it with grace and honor.
-Attempted exit Basilia-
Basilia vs Cordelia for Dominance
Round: 0/?

A wicked cheshire grin while ears cusped forward, even if she had no desire to listen to such a uneducated mongrel. Who was the one that ran from a fight? Made her almost laugh out loud. This fight will be nothing more but a dominance one, to show who was in charge, to show this little frisky midget what happens when you mess with the Undertaker. No feelings, no emotion, no grudges; just a little 'dance' between the mongrel and the Oracle. Someone was certainly adamant about not going first. Oh what ever witty games the girl thought she could play, it was time for her to meet the coach. Boiling blood, racing heart, these were the things that encompassed her. Cadaverous and dangerous she seethed in her hatred towards the girl and waited until she would continue on her way in order to lay down her guard. That was the kind of woman she was, the kind that played dirty and unfair and she took pride in that. No matter how ugly it was, a win was still a win. Her balance trailed between all of her limbs, spreading them equally, and her skull fell low, placing her entire body in one straight line, in alignment with her spine. Ears pinned, quickly, against her ebon skull, and her eyes zeroed in on her bodice. Warmed body and elevated heart rate, the king knocked his chin back towards his chest and protected his vitals. There would be hell to pay in this fight, and it seemed as both were willing bidders. She just prayed that she remembered; she had asked for this the day she did not believe her. One thing she utilized against her; their size. Cordelia's frame burst forward, chest aiming to press into her ribcage, given the positioning of her face as she continued on, and of her slightly bigger stature. Knees bent, slightly to improve balance, the obsidian woman would pivot to her own right at about a 45 degree angle and would attempt to send her teeth barreling for her right shoulder (from what I understood they were in a L position, as Bas attempted to leave, passing in front of Cordelia). Nails clicked, noisily, against the ground they fought upon, and with a, hopefully, successful attack she would force her weight forward to propel her to lose her balance and fall on the ground. Cordelia vs Basilia for DOMINANCE Round 1/? Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A Speech

Basilia felt the annoying females' chest collide with her side and their teeth on her right shoulder. It seemed that this wolf, now deemed to have no honor, was very adamant to have a fight. Fine, she wanted a fight, so she'd get a fight.
Unexpectedly the other wolf started trying to push her down. Basilias' legs buckled with more stress on her left legs, but she didn't fall completely. She would angle her neck to a point where she could reach the other wolfs' face with her jaws. Snarling she would start snapping her jaws shut in the hopes that she would catch something. Shifting more of her weight to her front paws she took her left back leg and kicked to the left desiring to make contact with the other females' right back leg.

Cordelia vs Basilia for DOMINANCE
Round: 1/2
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Fight Skill Level: Beginner

A series of snarling and growling left the females jaws as their battle began. Finally, this girl took her words seriously. Honor or no honor there will be bloodshed upon the lands of Boreas and she will make sure to pain them crimson. If this girl wanted a fight, she will give her a war. Her attacks landed successfuly, murderous canines like needles penetrated the soft tissues of skin where the Trapezia muscles met. and it was not long until a cooper taste stung her tongue adding gasoline to the fire. She was alive, the moment the vital liquid poured down her throat and she could almost taste Valhalla. Her tail remained rigid behind her in order to aid her balance as her limbs spread equally across the ground to further improve her standing, it did not take long for her optics to narrow and for her ears to go flat against her skull. Her last defences were set as Cordelia's shoulder blades rolled backwards in order to protect her throat with the additional layers of fur. Her muscles tensed in the process as her limbs bent from the knees. Cordelia's jaws attempted to tighten and lock, where the Trapezia muscles met, and she hoped to trash her cranium right and left in order for her canines to sink deeper into the flesh and create more severe laceration. Due to her movements she could not dodge the girl attack and therefore the other canined landed across her right temple, drawing two long scratches across. Crimson liquid dripped from the scratches. The next attacks followed suit and as the girl left back leg swipped to her right back leg she met in head on, it went rigid and due to her prior defenses they collided in a battle of muscle, resulting in bruising across Cordelia's ankles but no had no further effects upon her ballance. Cordelia's front right paw rose and she attempted to create lacerations over the girl pectorals with her spinal bone bracelet. She hoped to manage to drag it across the skin, to drag as much blood as possible and to offer the girl the pain that she sought. Something to remember her by. Cordelia vs Basilia for DOMINANCE Round 2/2 Size: 36 inches Build: Light Offensive Accessory: Bone Bracelets Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Fight Skill Level: Intermediate Specialty: N/A Speech

Basilia felt her teeth scratch the head of her target, the angle she was at made it hard to do any major damage. Her kick didn't do much in the way of disrupting balance. Their muscles were too tightly tensed for her kick to do much, however she did cause enough damage that she could tell a bruise was forthcoming.

Basilia grimaced as the place that the other wolf had grasped was torn even further, her positioning made it hard to get out of. The swipe at her chest region made  contact drawing out a  loud growl that was as close to a roar as a wolf could get.

Fueled by pain and rage she pushed her entire body towards the slightly smaller wolf with the intent of making them fall on their side with brute strength. Paying special attention to where the wolf had bitten she drove that part ahead of the rest of her body. Maybe the other wolf would choke or vomit. At this point strength was her main advantage and she knew it.

Cordelia vs Basilia for DOMINANCE
Round: 2/2
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Fight Skill Level: Beginner

And the winner is...

BASILIA

CORDELIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Cordelia: 180.71 Basilia: 225

- Judged by Nyx

The moment she felt the other female pushing her entire body towards her was  the moment she felt her skeletic body giving up on her. It was the moment the other has been waiting for, the moment of her defeat. She felt pain, stinging pain, shooting through all of her, shivers over shiver, waves over waves and she hit the ground within seconds. Within moment the lights were knocked out and the last image before her cerulean eyes was of her opponent, of the victor, defeating her. The witch has lost. But now before she closed her eyes and fall to unconsciousness, she placed a curse upon the woman, she placed her wish for vengeance and that was it. Darkness. exitus via knock out Speech

Basilia watched as Cordelia collapsed, that’s what the woman deserved after challenging her. Had Basilia been more awake she would’ve danced around their fallen body, but for now Basilia was content with the knowledge that the other female wouldn’t come bother her for a while. Adrenaline was keeping her running, so she figured it was time to take advantage of that and leave this pitiful wolf behind. It was time to find a sleeping spot where this time she wouldn’t be disturbed. Tending to wounds would have to happen in the morning, provided she could figure out how to do so. -exit Basilia- Talk