horrible
Chaos found himself surprisingly pleased by the results as Tyrannis emerged the victor on the little spat. He didn't care one way or another who was alpha of that pack, but he would have been disappointed if he had missed his chance to raid it while the little shit who had tried to threaten him was still in charge. Besides, that meant the stick-up-his-ass would-be god lost by proxy. He stood and stretched, glad that was all over and settled so he could plot.
The sound of Godboy's snooty words pricked his ears with curiosity, then flattened as his expression settled into deep annoyance. "Are you fucking kidding me?" his voice cracked out with irritation. He paced forward, not bothering to raise his hackles though his heavy head was raised and his tail lashed behind him.
"Look, buddy, as absolutely hilarious as it is to see Tyrannis over there getting the shot kicked out of him, I think you're forgetting something. You might prance around playing at being an alpha, but you dont have a pack. You're just a rogue with your little rogue friends, bopping around from land to land because when it comes down to it you cant protect a claim on territory. This whole 'if I cant have it neither can you' thing you have going is just petty fuckery. If he leaves the stupid fucking shrine and I decide to take it over instead because oh yeah, I can hold a territory and you cant, you gonna peck at me too? Or someone decides that hey, that tractor looks like a damn sexy place to sleep, I'm going to pester Chaos until he rolls over and shows his belly because Monkeyboy got away with it with Tyrannis?
You were funny the first time, but I gotta tell you, dickshit, I'm starting to see you and your little con as a threat to my pack. Go ahead, think about it. Do what you gotta do to feel good. I'll give you a freebie today. But know that I'm going to take any further hostilities real personal, and... react accordingly." He grinned unpleasantly. "I have no problem wiping your little cult out if you're a threat to me and mine."
His fair warning delivered, the alpha reseated himself and swept out his paw in a derisive gesture inviting the Abraxas to proceed. "Have fun, Sweetheart," he simpered at Tyranis mockingly, his tone cloyingly sweet.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write
Shiba appeared quietly as the battle continued, her presence a comfort despite not being of the same mother. Belle enjoyed the woman’s company and was glad to see her here. Harbringr was close behind her, and his large form settled close by as well. He commented on the fight and Deathbelle nodded. A good fight, but she was growing worried as it went on.
All of a sudden her brother lost. Deathbelle felt dread to fill her heart as she stood still only a moment before rushing to his side. She still supported him fully in spite of what had happened. She felt a determination stir within her, even if today was not the day for the Klein empire to rise again. Belle was ready to work for it. To train harder, to be here to support her father’s chosen heir. He was covered in blood, more his own than the man who’d been challenged. Belle could still hardly believe that he had bested Hannibal.
She attempted to lick the wounds at his back softly, ready to offer her shoulder should he be ready to make a quick exit. She had little care for the goings on of the next fight, the woman only had eyes for Hannibal and his wounds. They needed to be cared for quickly. ”We’ll need to get you patched up, so you might live to fight tomorrow.” While she knew he wasn’t about to be put back into battle the next day he would be fixed so he might take the chance to fight and win again.
Hannibal // Deathbelle
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
“I could ask you the same question band leader.” He growled lowly. “All this for a plot of land you can’t own or even stay in for a whole season?” He said the words coldly, his hackles bristling while beside him his two companions gathered. “You think a scar scares me? What happens if I scar you I wonder. Would you leave it then or just call it justification to harass me further?” He shook his head. He’d had enough of this madness already. He looked to Cloud then gestured for him to follow as he turned and left.
-{Attempt}Exit Tyranis-
Speech, Thought, You |
Nura listened intently, noting her nephew's refusal to answer her question instead drawing away from her as it became clear to her that his champion had failed. As she listened to his declaration and then an unfamiliar voice she couldn't help but bristle. Both at the unknown male's disrespect towards her family but also with the dawning realization that he was at least speaking true of her nephew, more blinded by his inane desire for a land he couldn't even hold than she was by birth.
With a supressed growl she whirled around on her toes, listening as her nephew was rebuked by even his challenger. Her mind whirling again, she would leave her nephew to his foolish endeavour, her own devices more important to her now than anything else.
-Exit Nura-
Art by ulfeid3 |
Honestly this lispy dude was talking so much Archon was surprised he wasn't foaming from the mouth yet. Archon made an attempt to follow whatever word-vomit he was saying. At this rate he was beginning to think that maybe all alphas were a little crazy.
"Maybe I would," Archon said. "Isn't that the threat of bands? But there's not a big difference from bands and packs, really. Maybe I would craft a pack to make my claim, or maybe I'd just defend it from claim in whatever way I could. Do you expect me to give something so precious up just because some mortal with a piss-boundary wants it?"
No, he wouldn't.
"Of course you couldn't understand- you haven't heard his divine call nor basked in his presence- which is exactly why the shrine should be free of packs."
Tyranis couldn't understand any type of devotion either- Archon knew that. His own packmates were ready to turn on him as was evident from his past challenge.
"Unlike you, I don't need to own something to feel powerful and important," Archon said. "God's divine land should belong to no band and no pack. It should be a free space for God to call his followers and those that seek him."
Tyranis tried to back his way out of the fight. Well, Archon expected that much. It was evident that this man had no issues having his lackeys fight for him until he realized that their loyalties fell elsewhere.
"If it doesn't scare you, why do you find every reason to try to escape instead of trying to handle it like a man. You retreat back to your pack unless its absolutely mandatory that you show up."
If Ty scarred Archon... what would it matter if it was a scar for God? If it was the only one or one of many he got in the name of God, then it would be an honor.
"Please, feel free to keep walking away again. You're pack has already seen that you're a coward unless cornered."
He turned to look at the toothy boy who spoke so... passionately earlier.
"And what about you?"
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Cloudburst
Beta
Expert Fighter (205)
Expert Hunter (180)
11 Years
Male
5
Dragon Mod
His attention had been pulled to the fight, watching as the fight went on. Heart pounded against his chest, the male practically sitting on the edge of his seat. His brother was fighting hard to defend his title and the pack he worked so hard to create, and in the end...he succeeded! Cloud let go of the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding until that moment when the traitor fell away and his brother won! But it appeared it wasn't quite over yet. Despite his brother's obvious victory, the lunatic god chaser appeared to want to fight Tyranis. Cloud's eyes narrowed, hackles rising as he prepared to leap at the man. His brother had won fair and square, and yet this heathen decided he wanted to fight right after his brother had just spent his energy doing just that while god fart sat back on his ass.
Cloud remained quiet for the moment because it didn't take long for Legion's alpha to speak up. Cloud agreed with him wholeheartedly, even despite their packs not being friends, but that didn't matter. The male had someone else fight for him instead to try and lay claim to a land he would never be able to claim. And yet, even with that knowledge, the band leader still dared to claim that it was a place of God and blah blah blah. Cloud found himself rolling his eyes. This guy was truly nuts! All that shit just because his imaginary friend told him to. And now it seemed he was trying to force his religious beliefs down everyone's throat and couldn't just shut the fuck up about it. If this guy thought this entire ploy to get others to believe in this 'god' would work in his favor...he was clearly mistaken.
Cloud wanted nothing to do with that shit. And had it been presented to him in the past, he might have considered it. But no way in hell would he ever think about it now. This guy was just a petty religious nut case, and nothing more. At his brother's motion, Cloud stood and nodded a farewell to his sister before moving to his brother's side. "You fought well, Ty." He brushed his shoulder against Ty's, "I think we should celebrate your victory, you've earned it." He mused, a small grin tugging at his lips. He would get Thora to help him hunt something down for a feast.
-Exit with Ty-