The woman watched as all hell broke loose. A rumbling growl was let forth from the excited being. She snarled and snorted. Snot came from her nose, drool dripped from her bloody jaws, she had a bit of Lovatt's fur still stuck on her skull. Gretel stayed close behind, as Canttina ordered. The daemon slithered close and whiserped, "Watch my back." She was serious, if Gretel let anything happen it would be the end of her. The masked lady rolled her neck, letting it pop. SHe moaned with excitement. Though, she saw one in particular. A russet male, just reaching his peak. About two or so, she assumed. The woman saw excellence in him, he looked important. Her broken yellow orbs stared into those beautiful blues. She fawned over him, yet she was about to try and kill him. The daemon rolled her marred shoulders and dug those nasty claws into the ground. Canttina giggled lightly, her hackles still raised and her tail erect. The bitch then barreled forth, straight at him, rushing past his grey ally. The woman attempted to slam right into him, chest to chest. It would hurt both of them, but she would keep at it. The woman had her ears pinned and her horrid lips curled all at the same time. Canttina aimed low, he was larger then her by about three inches. She bent her knees and attempted to connect her disgusting jaws to his lower throat. The bite would be aimed more on the right side of his neck, rather then the center. The woman was quick to get to business, and had an advantage due to her protected face. That skull would not be coming off anytime soon. CANTTINA V GAEL for Gael 1/4? Attacks: Canttina rushed forward in attempt to slam chest to chest with Gael. She would bend her knees and attempt to bit his throat, near the right-center of his neck. Defenses: Claws dug into ground, knees bent, hackles raised, lips curled, ears flat, tail raised Injuries: n/a the death and resurrection show

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EDIT: I had to remove the skull from the defenses and change reason. <.<

It would seem the wraith had missed the first killing oh well there was likely to be more, setting paws on the field merely made the smaller fea smirk. Lifting that maw to the sky she let loose a howl summing Demyan to the party knowing he would no doubt be enjoying his time here upon the battle field. Musing as she stood there that gaze shifting to what she would assume was Valhalla's alpha the dame didn't make a move for quite a few of their members were missing. A brow rose as she saw the shadowed man somewhat foolishly going after him shaking that head a bit she sighed not saying anything for now spotting Sendoa however the wraith slithered up to her siblings side with a smirk. ?So much for them being prepared for war.? Remarking lightly as the dame would give her sibling the space needed in case of being attacked as her defenses slipped into place. Ears pinned against her ghostly skull as those eyes narrow, knees bent and tail held out behind her for better balance. Lips curled back into a silent snarl with that head lowered and aligned with the spine and paws spread out grasping the earth for better traction. Abelinda Vs ? 1/∞ For Siege.

Sephiroth

The drums of war had begun, and Sephiroth was ready. Steel muscles rippled as he raced gracefully across the grounds, heading straight for the field of battle. He could hear the cries, the raging monsters that had come to threaten his home. Sephiroth would show them that this would not be tolerated, and he would fight without remorse towards the ice wolves. It wasn't long before he arrived, his stride unbreaking as he raced headlong into the fray. Dual toned eyes searched for his first target as he looked around to see Allies and Foes pitted against each other or looking for someone to go against. He saw syrinx not far from where he was, and Sephiroth would send a brief nod his way before his eyes fell upon one so dumb enough to charge the Alpha. Narrowing his eyes, Sephiroth pumped his body faster and closed in towards the man who was after the alpha warrior. Baring a snarl, a war cry would erupt from his vocals as his ears flattened to his skull. Glaciem would not win today, and neither would their wretched allies. Hackles would raise along his body, shoulders tucked and kness bent and his weight distributed evenly for balance as he made an attempt to charge the black man before him. His face contorted into a gruesome snarl, claws digging into the earth for traction and his tail tucked in case a back attack ensued. He would lower his head over his throat and scrunch his neck so that his scruff was bunched. And his assault was in place. He roared as he sought to slam into his foe, an attempt to bowl him over and throw him off balance. He would make this interception and force the foe to face him so that his Alpha could go after the king or whomever he wanted. If his attack worked, then he would throw himself forward to grasp the mans scruff or neck with splayed jaws, teeth seeking out flesh and blood. At the same time, his forelegs would seek purchase upon the mans back to try and hold him or slow him, and attempt to dig his claws into the mans shoulders. Fight Stats Sephiroth Vs. Oddity Round: 1/∞ Interception/maim for face Defenses: Eyes narrowed, Ears plastered to skull, tail tucked, hackles raised, teeth bared in a snarl/lips curled, sholders tucked, knees bent, toes dug into ground for traction, head lowered over throat, scrunched scruff, weight evenly distributed for balance. Attacks: Attempts to slam into Oddity and bowl him over or knock him off balance. If successful, then he will then he would throw himself forward to grasp the mans scruff or neck with splayed jaws, teeth seeking out flesh and blood. At the same time, his forelegs would seek purchase upon the mans back to try and hold him or slow him, and attempt to dig his claws into the mans shoulders. Injuries: N/A Out Of Character Notes:

Syrinx had told him to hold his ground and not attack first. He was doing pretty well about listening to his uncle's instructions, but it seemed that he would get his first taste of war today. His cerulean eyes would move to touch each individual Glaciem in turn, noticing one particular wolf. A female. With wearing a wolf's skull. A piece of the dead man's fur clung to her jaws and he could madness festering in her golden gaze. There was something extremely wrong with that woman, especially with the way she was looking at him. A feeling of unease settled in the Heir's stomach, hackles bristling as his tail lashed from side to side. And then the woman would explode forward towards him, looking to slam her chest straight into his. But Gael was ready for her. The Adravendi was taller than the opposing woman by a few inches, which gave him a slight advantage over her, but at the moment he wasn't trying to use his height to his advantage.


Knees would bend dramatically, lowering the man's center of gravity as he pushed his left shoulder forward as he leaned shifted to his right, tucking his chin towards his chest, ears remaining flat against his skull, neck scrunching as his shoulders rolled forward, muscles coiling and bunching together to tense his frame in preparation for the impact, toes splayed for balance, plume in alignment with his spine. The skulled woman would connect with the Heir, but not as she had intended. The center of her chest would meet his left shoulder, the collision traveling through the man's frame as he slid back an inch or two, leaving the area slightly bruised. At the same time she would try snapping towards the right side of his neck, but given the fact that he had shifted to the right, that part of his neck was out of reach, instead allowing her jaws to find purchase on the upper part of his chest on the right side, fangs piercing the silver hide to draw blood, digging in about two or three inches. A roar would erupt from the man's lips as he arched his neck up in a horse like manner, jaws agape, lips peeled back against ivory daggers. Gael would keep his chin tucked against his chest as he attempted to bite down on the woman's scruff, pulling himself up in an attempt to get leverage.


Gael vs. Canttina for challenge


1/4

Defenses:Knees would bend dramatically, lowering the man's center of gravity as he pushed his left shoulder forward as he leaned shifted to his right, tucking his chin towards his chest, ears remaining flat against his skull, neck scrunching as his shoulders rolled forward, muscles coiling and bunching together to tense his frame in preparation for the impact, toes splayed for balance, plume in alignment with his spine.


Attack: A roar would erupt from the man's lips as he arched his neck up in a horse like manner, jaws agape, lips peeled back against ivory daggers. Gael would keep his chin tucked against his chest as he attempted to bite down on the woman's scruff, pulling himself up in an attempt to get leverage.


Injuries: Bruised left shoulder and bite wound to the right upper part of chest.

Blood. War. Death. Gore. There was nothing better than the combination of all those things. And that's what the silver woman had promised him if he came to her call during the war. The titan and his companion had stuck around the northern parts of Alacritis, keeping close to the pack area that the woman Abelinda called home. He seen her pack march from their home earlier in the day, trailing behind a ghost like man and what appeared to be his queen. He had watched the ghost man as he had torn into the helpless victim alongside the silver knight and ripped his throat out. He had hung back as far as he could, waiting for the silver woman Abelinda to call for him. And she did. Her voice rung out, summoning him to her side. The mammoth wouldn't waste time in appearing at her side, Nickolai trailing him like a shadow. Already he could see the line of the opposite wolves growing by the minute as he took inventory of the wolves on Abelinda's side. There weren't that many wolves on this side. Did this ghost King know what he was getting himself into? Demyan stood silently beside Abelinda, waiting to see who would be first victim. Talk like this

Fear and panic settled into Avalon as barks and snarls and howls flew all around her. She had been sick to her stomach when she saw the torn man on the ground, the one that Isardis had slain to initiate this sick game. Her leg had not yet fully recovered...though it was hard for any sort of recovery when her "pack" was constantly beating on her. Avalon would often retreat to the darkest corners she could find and keep out of the way of the amenti women. They claimed to love her, but she knew differently. The love her family used to give her was vastly different...and she longed to be with them again. But alas, she was forced to come and fight for Amenti and Glaciem...but she didn't want to. Valhalla were allies, she would not lay a claw on the ones that were much like her adopted family. Her father knew them well, and she would not turn against them. With a pounding heart, she rushed on the sidelines of the fray, keeping out of the way of snarling fighting wolves as she sought out Gretel, one of the other slaves. Avalon was glad that Kestrel didn't need to come...she was just a pup, far too young to fight. Though she hoped she was safe back at the pack...she had been greatly surprised and horrified when she saw that Morgana had brought back her Snow Rogue "sister" and knew that somewhere at home, Mercianne must be dying with worry. The thoughts were pushed out of her mind for now as she located the other woman, and hurriedly she went over to stand beside her. Avalon brushed her pelt against Gretel's as she stayed close, eyes wide with fear and her heart pounding as she looked around. "Gretel...I don't want to fight! Not against family! Can't we run? Canttina is distracted...I don't even know how to fight...and even if we could fight, we won't last long with our injuries..." Her eyes would begin to well up with tears as her desperate plea was whispered to her companion. She hoped that somehow in this fray, they could escape to somewhere safe... "Speech."

Gretel watched in growing horror as the fighting spread. She flashed a forced smile at Avalon. It would do the girl no good to panic, this was war and that meant they would need to be able to think clearly if they wanted to leave here unscathed. Gretel jumped as Canttina rounded on her, her ears pulled back and tail tucked between her legs as she cowered before the behemoth. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, terror in her eyes. It took a moment for her to resume her previous position, eyes darting back and forth between the fighting around her and Canttina?s battle. It was only as Avalon pressed up against her that she was jolted to reality. She snapped her gaze down, softening some as she beheld the horrified expression of the child. She held her tongue at first, thinking it over. Canttina was busy, the bitch would have to forfeit her battle in order to chase them, no doubt some of her woman would try to stop them, but this? could work. ?Yes, you first.? She turned back watching for a minute, waiting to see if any would try to stop the girl. She would defend the child that much she knew. With a deep breath the woman turned around and attempted to flee. -Attempted exit by Gretel- Speech,

>>Listen to my lullaby<< Ryouta's form entered the scene giggling as she scented the blood from the others. A sudden blood lust filling her lungs, as she watched, looking from left to right at the wolves. She had arrived just in time to see the pretty little slaves try to make their escape. For a moment she contemplated helping Oddity, but it was her rank duty as an overseer to see to the slaves. The beast crackled with a growl deep in her throat. She tried to push herself in front of the two. Pulling herself onto her hind legs and snapping at them. Both slaves could not get away, otherwise she would be held responsible, and she did not want to be held responsible. "Where do the pretties think they're going?" She hissed with laughter. Hackles raising with her narrowed and crazed eyes. Chin tucked, they could try to attack her, but she would try to attack them harder. Licking her chops, she waited for them to choose what to do, trying to stand in front of their path. Unless of course someone from the opposing side attacked her. In which Ryouta would indeed fight to keep these slaves. Ryu attempted to prevent Gretel and Avalon from exiting. Speech,

The cries of wolves could be heard above the rushing wind that whistled past his ears. Hansel ran as fast as he could to Valhallan soil, intent on arriving before something happened to his sister. He had asked Taurig to tell his wolves not to attack his sister should they see her, as she and another were unwilling members forced into his fight. Steel blye gaze focused ahead of him as bodies came into view, the air tainting with blood now. He heard the others running behind him, Tidus at his side. A friend willing to help save what was dear to him, as the young man understood full well what Hansel had to fight for. He would not allow Amenti to keep his sister prisoner for as long as he was alive, and if he failed then he would keep trying. He stopped atop a large boulder, overlooking the bloody scene before him. Wolves were all over, the air mingled scents of Valhalla, Glaciem, and Amenti, Seracia...and now Tortuga. It would seem the only pack missing now was Ludicael, but they had no business here unless requested. As he scanned the field, he sought out a familiar pelt not far from where he stood. Ears perked fully forward as he located his sister with another wolf that was nearly her size. Hansel was about to call to her when he noticed another wolf confronting them, teeth snapping as she reared at them. Anger fueled Hansel as he led the path towards his sister, nobody was going to keep him from her. Not again. Tidus followed swiftly behind, though Hansel paid no mind to anything else right now as he dodged and swerved around already fighting bodies as they moved across the grounds. Eyes narrowed, hackles rose, tail was aligned with his spine for balance as his knees bent, claws dug in for traction and his ears lead flat against his skull. His lips would curl as he bared his teeth in a menacing snarl, a threatening and demonic sound propelling from his chest as he charged towards Ryu. He would stop come in between her and the prisoners, glaring at the woman standing in front of them. "Nobody messes with my sister you fucking bitch!" He bellowed with rage. He would barrel forward, and attempt to catch her lowered muzzle in his teeth. Seeing as how her head was lowered over her throat, he would go for the next best thing and seek purchase on her snout or maw to shut her up. Nobody would laugh at his sister! If his attack was successful, then Hansel would try to wrap forelegs around the womans neck in an attempt to hold her down. As he did this, his tail would come down to tuck under his body, his head lowered enough to protect his throat to keep the beast from grasping his vital spot and his toes would spread for balance along with his hind legs. It would only be a matter of seconds now before his ally would step in and aid him. But before that could happen, Hansel wanted to do as much damage to the woman as possible and scar her more then she already was. Hansel Vs. Ryuota for maim Round 1/∞ Defenses: Eyes narrowed, lips curled, hackles raised, as he runs his tail is aligned with his spine for balance, knees bent, claws dug in the ground for traction, ears flattened to his skull|| As he aims to grab Ryu around the neck, his tail will tuck, head will lower to protect his throat, toes will spread for balance as well as his hind legs. Attacks: He would barrel forward, and attempt to catch her lowered muzzle in his teeth and seek to grasp her snout/maw. If his attack was successful, then Hansel would try to wrap forelegs around her neck in an attempt to hold her down. Speech

Gretel shrank back as the overseer reared up in front of her. She had known this would happen; it had been a stupid plan. But dammit if she hadn?t hoped? She cowered before the other woman, shivering at her words. They would have to fight their way through. That was something Gretel wasn?t ready to do. That had been till a shape ran fill tilt towards them, her attention snapped to the figure who she vaguely recognized as her brother. Joy soared in her heart as he positioned himself between them and the overseer. His words filling her with pride and hope. They were together, nothing could stop them when they were together. She watched his attempt to attack the bitch and a growl rose in her throat. Lips curled back and ears laid flat against her skull. Her hackles raised and her eyes narrowed. The girl would attempt to stalk around behind the woman, looking for any opportunity. Knees bent and tail out for balance she would leap at the woman, attempting to land her weight on her, jaws spread to try and grab her scruff. Her shoulder ached and her right right limbs burned, she allowed the snarl to escape her parted maw. Gretel Vs. Ryuota for maim Round 1/∞ Defenses: Eyes narrowed, lips curled, hackles raised, ears laid flat, tail out for balance and knees bent. Attacks: The girl would attempt to stalk around behind the woman, looking for any opportunity. She would leap at the woman, attempting to land her weight on her, jaws spread to try and grab her scruff. njuries: Three healing scars across her left eye, one over her lips on the left side, two on her hind right leg and one running the length of her right foreleg. Bruising on her left shoulder and scabbed paw pads. Speech,

The bitch had made contact with ease, but Gael seemed to move a little bit. Her chest went barreling into his left shoulder, making her attack on the right/center of his throat a bit null, but her chest was majorly bruised. Her jaws slammed down onto his left upper chest, about where his collar bone would be. (so i assumed.) The woman let her fangs dive into his delicate flesh, blood running into her mouth, she swallowed it with delight. The bitch let forth a fleet of growls and rumbles. Her ears remained pinned to her head, her knees bent, her tail was now tucked, her eyes slit, and her hackles were always raised. Though, the slightly larger boy, leaned down awkwardly to pluck at her bunched up scruff. His jaws connected with the rolls of skin and thick fur, puncturing it. She growled in response, even though it was protective, it still hurt like a bitch. He then leaned up, attempting to pull her up in a way. She attempted to keep her jaws stuck into his upper chest, but she would start to try and chew the skin she had within her jaws. Canttina would also attempt to whip her head around rapidly. These two actions would result in major tissue damage if they worked. But, she was not done. Despite the pulled of her scruff the woman would whip her right paw up then down again, attempting to horribly crush the bones in the mans left forepaw. The woman was ruthless and she hoped he saw that. CANTTINA V GAEL for Gael 2/4 Attack: She attempted to keep her jaws stuck into his upper chest, but she would start to try and chew the skin she had within her jaws. Canttina would also attempt to whip her head around rapidly. These two actions would result in major tissue damage if they worked. But, she was not done. Despite the pulled of her scruff the woman would whip her right paw up then down again, attempting to horribly crush the bones in the mans left forepaw. Defenses: Her ears remained pinned to her head, her knees bent, her tail was now tucked, her eyes slit, and her hackles were always raised. Injuries: Bite wound to scruff above her shoulders. Bruised chest. the death and resurrection show

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Steel claws raked the ground of the battle field. Jet's iconic icy glare swept around the scene before him, he would not miss this war unless he was dead. He rushed in with the Glaciems and Amentians, and had taken a place atop a fallen log that rested against a boulder. He was out for one thing here, and that was his brother. His gaze swept the landscape, his teeth bared as he searched. But alas, his brother was not here. "Tch...coward. Oh well, I'll go after one of his precious bitches allies." he sneered, and his muscles recoiled to push him off the log and towards the ground below. He would go after a Valhallan, take them by surprise and do as much damage as possible. He was a slaughtering machine, and he cared not who died today. His icy blue gaze fell upon a grey brute, and Jet would release a terrifying snarl as he charged straight for him. Inky lips lifted to reveal sharpened ivory daggers, his lengthened claws throwing up dirt as they dug into the ground for traction, his tail aligned with his spine for balance as he made his charge, head lowered to align with his spine as well as to protect his throat, ears flattened to the back of his head while Aquatic eyes narrowed, pin pointing his target. His shoulders rolled forward to offer more protection towards his vitals. The demon bunched his scruff to put in place some more protection, and his weight became evenly distributed throughout all four legs. He roared at the grey bastard, his features contorted into that of a nightmare. He would make an attempt to slam his own chest into the mans front, hoping to knock him over or unbalance him. Whether or not his attack worked, then Jet would rise on try to lunge forward and grab the mans scruff or back of the neck and shake violently to try and cause pain and tearing. As he did this, he would try to rake sharp claws at the yellow eyes of the beast in an attempt to temporarily or permanently blind him or at least blind him with his own blood. His hind legs would spread for balance, his toes splayed and his claws digging into the earth to push him forward and against his opponent, trying to force his weight on him now. Jet Vs. Pontifex for Maim to face/eye(s) Round 1/∞ Defenses: During his charge: Lips curled, claws digging into the ground for traction, tail aligned with his spine for balance, head lowered and aligned to offer protection over his throat, ears flattened against his skull, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled forward, scruff of his neck is bunched, weight evenly distributed in all four legs.//Other defenses added when he rears up: hind legs will become splayed for balance, toes spread, and claws digging into the earth for balance/traction. Attacks: Attempt a head on frontal charge at Pontifex with his chest, hoping to knock him over or unbalance him. Whether it works or fails, he will rise up and make an attempt to lunge forward and grab the mans scruff or back of the neck and shake violently to try and cause pain and tearing. he would then try to rake sharp claws at the yellow eyes of the beast in an attempt to temporarily or permanently blind him or at least blind him with his own blood. Injuries: N/A OOC: If you don't want a maim to the face, then I can try elsewhere, or some other sort of challenge. I'm not exactly sure if maim fights are open or have to be agreed upon in the war :/ "Speech"

The impact of his shoulder slamming straight into her chest seemed to go unnoticed by the beast snapping at his throat. It was something that was rather unnerving, but Gael wouldn't let it phase him. He couldn't get distracted. This woman wanted his head but she wasn't going to have it. Not if he got hers first. As her jaws would clamp down firmly on the RIGHT side of his upper chest, just along the collarbone(you assumed correctly), he would watch her with disgust as she would swallow his blood. Clearly this woman was more of a monster than he gave her credit for. But just as her jaws had found purchase, his would too. Ivory daggers would slice through the rolls of fat and fur, puncturing the woman's hide, drawing blood. It wasn't exactly the best place to inflict a fatal wound, but it was better than nothing and he would take it.


He had raised himself up off the ground, haunches tensing in order to support his weight and now her extra weight, wanting to pull her off of him. But she wasn't having it. The crazed demon would start trying to chew at his chest, as if she were trying to eat him! Her skull would swing from side to side, worsening the already bad bite. He could feel right forepaw come down, trying to possibly smash his toes, but since he hadn't touched down on the ground yet, he was able to save himself from a possible debilitating injury. Seizing the opportunity, the Heir would bring down his full weight on his forelimbs in an attempt to do what she tried doing to him; smash her toes. While at the same time, needing to show that just because he was young didn't mean he was beyond violence, the young Adravendi would take a firmer hold on her scruff, shaking his larger skull from side to side just as she had done to him, trying to rip away as much flesh as he could. Chin would remain tucked against his chin, ceruleans narrowed to slits, audits flattened against his skull. Shoulders would remain rolled forward in protection for his vitals, plume streamline with his spine, balance evenly spread across all four limbs.


Gael vs. Canttina for himself


Round 2/4


Defense:Chin would remain tucked against his chin, ceruleans narrowed to slits, audits flattened against his skull. Shoulders would remain rolled forward in protection for his vitals, plume streamline with his spine, balance evenly spread across all four limbs.


Attack: Seizing the opportunity, the Heir would bring down his full weight on his forelimbs in an attempt to do what she tried doing to him; smash her toes. While at the same time, needing to show that just because he was young didn't mean he was beyond violence, the young Adravendi would take a firmer hold on her scruff, shaking his larger skull from side to side just as she had done to him, trying to rip away as much flesh as he could.


Injuries: Bruising to his left shoulder and severe bite wound to the upper part of his chest on the right side.

The wind passed over the male as he followed his companions to the battlefield. Hansel was ahead of them, and Tidus knew that the grey and white male was eager and in a hurry to arrive before anything happened to his sister. Tidus lurched forward, keeping up with Hansel as his ears pricked forward to hear the sounds of battle ahead of them. His eyes glanced to the darker male as he came to stop briefly atop a boulder, Tidus panted as he stopped next to him. Without warning, Hansel had leaped onto the ground below, dodging writhing bodies and it seemed he was aiming in one direction. Tidus looked ahead of the dark male, and saw three figures; a young looking girl, and another girl with the same opposite coloring of Hansel. In front of them, Tidus recognized an Amentian she wolf. A growl rumbled in his chest, he heavily disliked Amenti for what they did to Ozz, so without another thought he followed Hansel's lead to them. He watched as Hansel threw himself at the female, and moments after his sister attacked her too. His eyes fell to the younger and terrified looking prisoner, the matted pelts and bleeding injuries of the two slaves enraged him. They'll pay for what they did! How dare they force their slaves to fight in a war like this! Especially in those conditions! His anger surged him forward, it was not the right of others to take away the innocent lives like that and enslave them against their will! Rage and hatred for Amenti fueled him, and he would thrust his way towards Ryuota. His eyes became narrowed, teeth bared in a snarl as his lips curled up to reveal his pearly white weapons. Tail flagged behind him as it aligned with his spine for balance, ears flattened, head lowered over his throat, hackles raised, claws digging into dirt for traction, and he would then try to aid Gretel and rise on hind legs. He would make an attempt to wrap his forelegs around Ryu's hindquarters/abdomen, and try to push his chest down against her rump in an attempt to force her down. As he did this, he would then try to dig his teeth into her back and cause pain and tear flesh and attempt to force her down more, if he couldn't manage that then he would try to grab her tail within his jaws and crush down in an attempt to break it. His toes were splayed along with his hind legs for balance, his tail tucked under him to keep anyone from grabbing onto it, and he scrunched his scruff as another defense. This female was outnumbered, though he figured she still wouldn't give up without a fight. Tidus normally was not one for unfairness, but he didn't care at this point. Amenti never played by the rules, forcing others into their pack. So Tidus would play their game and do as much damage to them as he possibly could, even if it meant disfiguring this wench. Tidus Vs. Ryu for maim Round 1/∞ Defenses: Eyes narrowed, lips curled, tail aligned with spine as he charged, ears flattened, head lowered over his throat, claws digging into dirt for traction, hackles raised||When he rises on his hind legs, his toes become splayed, legs spread for balance, tail tucked and scruff is scrunched. Attacks: Rises up on his hind legs and attempts to wrap his forelegs around her hindquarters/abdomen and use his chest to push her rump in an attempt to force her down. As he did this, he would then attempt to dig his teeth into her back to cause pain/tear flesh and try to force her down. If unable to, he will then make an attempt to grab her tail in his teeth and try to break it. Injuries: N/A OOC Notes: Speech Thought Others

Canttinas attack on Gael was a go. Her jaws chewed the gentle flesh in delight. Fur and bits of muscle filled her mouth and she swallowed them down quickly. Her head shaking continued rapidly, tearing everything in her path. Though, her attempt to stomp on Gael's paw was null, completely. Though, it did not bother her. The man proposed his attack quickly. His body slammed down, his paws aiming for hers. His RIGHT paw slammed into her already injured LEFT paw. The woman snarled, her toes were crushed. She attempted to slide her paw away, from under his paw. He then tore into her scruff by shaking his head, causing rips and tears, and blood to flow down her back. She would growl and snarl. The insane being would completely let go of his flesh and snort. Instantly the woman would attempt to bite for the center of his jugular. It was a vital move, but she was determined. The woman had her ears pinned, eyes slit, knees bent, hackles raised, paws dug into the earth, and her tail tucked as always. The woman would also try to whip her right paw up and slide her claws across the man's left bit of torso. She understood her claws weren't sharp enough to do much, but it was good for distracting and flesh wounds added up. CANTTINA V GAEL for Gael 3/4 Attack: She attempted to slide her paw away, from under his paw. The insane being would completely let go of his flesh and snort. Instantly the woman would attempt to bite for the center of his jugular. It was a vital move, but she was determined. The woman would also try to whip her right paw up and slide her claws across the man's left bit of torso. defenses: The woman had her ears pinned, eyes slit, knees bent, hackles raised, paws dug into the earth, and her tail tucked as always. injuries: Major flesh wound to scruff and broken bones in her recently healed left forepaw. the death and resurrection show

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Morgan had only been gone a day, she had tried to find her daughter to make things right but had no luck. She didn't want to worry her love, Lovatt, so she tried not to stay gone for long. She had caught a rabbit a mile or so away from the den they had been staying in only to carry it into the den proudly. She was deflated when she had found no sign of him in or near their home. All she found of him was that of a scent an hour or more old. Retreating to the opening of the den, she sat to wait for him to return to her. Their den was close enough to the boarder of Valhalla that she would have been able to hear a howl or call for help if it were to come from within the Valhallan territory. She had never once thought that the call of help would come from her beloved husband. The call was short which meant one thing to the ivory woman, she needed to move quickly. She shot from the mouth of the den just as fast as her legs would take her. The thought hang in there, I'm coming kept running through her mind along with the fear of only arriving in time to see a limp figure laying on the ground, cold and bloody. The scent of blood sent Morgan into panic mode and her legs moved faster as her thoughts raced through her mind. None of them good. When she arrived in the clearing, just at the edge of the trees, she slid to a stop. Just as she had feared he was on the ground, unmoving with two wolves standing over him. One male, an albino and the other a female also white but with dark rings around her eyes. Both had his blood on them. She shook her head in disbelief at first. She had only just gotten him back, he couldn't be gone. As soon as the denial had come, it was gone only to be replaced by sadness. She had lost everything. Her brother and both sons were no where to be found, one daughter was dead and the other wouldn't speak to her. Her family before her family was taken from her and she still hadn't gotten all of her memories back. Now her one and only love was taken from her as well. Tears formed and fell from Sapphire blue eyes. It wasn't until her vision was blurry and her breathing cut up with sobs that she remembered the two wolves who stood over Lovatt's body. Anger struck then. Blinking the blurriness away she had lost them in a cloud of bloody, fighting wolves and the occasional cat or companion. She would never forget their faces. In her mind they were now a marker in this land that must be removed at all costs. Those costs included maiming and even killing whoever got in her way. Eyes that once held love and shown brightly and kindly to almost everyone, now dull and full of hate, scanned the crowed of warriors in search of the two instigators she now looked to kill. She moved silently but quickly to the battles edge, ready for battle. The first wolf to attack her would get a large portion of that anger, but she planned to make the man and woman suffer for what they did to Lovatt. Morgan vs ? Speech,

There were fights going on all around him, but the Adravendi couldn't afford to keep track of them. He distinctly heard his uncle calling out to the glaciem King, but the meaning of his words was lost on the young man. He was engaged in his own battle, for the first time in his life and it was going well. He wasn't dead yet, so that was a plus. He would have some nasty bruising and scars afterwards, but he was sure he would be able to walk away with his life to bring his sister back home. And come back to Meili. That was the objective; rescue Aza and return to Mei. Simple enough no?


His attempt to slam down on her paws worked, though only with his right forepaw. He could feel the bones in her left paw dislocate and snap beneath his much heavier weight, a feeling of satisfaction spreading across his larger mass. Take that bitch. He would snarl in his head, the snarling translating into an actual sound that vibrated through his vocals as his head swung from side to side, ripping and tearing at the scruff of the crazed woman beneath him. Clearly she didn't like being ripped open and she would immediately release his chest from her grasp, pulling back to snort only to have her jaws snake forward again, looking to take a bite out of his throat this time. Not so easily. Gael would instantaneously in the same moment release her scruff, haunches tensing once again, front knees bending as he pushed off his front legs to throw the front half of his body up. His tucked chin would protect his throat and the raising of his front half of his body would deflect the initial attack, but he wouldn't escape completely unscathed. Her jaws that had been seeking purchase at his throat would instead once again latch onto his chest, only this time it was the center of his chest, still in the collarbone area. Her fangs would pierce his flesh once again, digging past the skin and muscle to draw blood. A snarl would erupt from the man's jaws, pain radiating from the second bite. Damn that really hurt.


But the woman would not get off the easily. Forelimbs would be raised in an attempt to wrap around the woman's shoulders, hind limbs pushing the man forward to try and shove the crazed she-wolf as he made his actual attack, tail in alignment with his spine while his weight was distrusted between his remaining hind limbs. Chin would still remain tucked his chest, ever protecting his throat, ears flattened against his skull, eyes narrowed as jaws unhinged, aiming to strike at the woman's right ear, looking rip into it as much as possible. Surely that had to hurt. Shoulders remained rolled forward, scrunching the area around his nape for continual protection.


Gael vs. Canttina for himself


Round 3/4


Defense: tail in alignment with his spine while his weight was distrusted between his remaining hind limbs. Chin would still remain tucked his chest, ever protecting his throat, ears flattened against his skull, eyes narrowed. Shoulders remained rolled forward, scrunching the area around his nape for continual protection.


Attack: Forelimbs would be raised in an attempt to wrap around the woman's shoulders, hind limbs pushing the man forward to try and shove the crazed she-wolf as he made his actual attack. jaws unhinged, aiming to strike at the woman's right ear, looking rip into it as much as possible.


Injuries: Bruised left shoulder, severe bite wound to upper chest on right side and second bite to the middle of his chest along the collarbone

>>Listen to my lullaby<< Oh well then they played into her trap, honestly Ryu didn't give two shits about what this war was about. She enjoyed pain, she loved it, she loved giving it just as much. There was no win or lose situation for the demon, she was simply not there anymore and didn't have any sense of dignity within her. Her jowels pulled back, giving herself a even bigger smile as the slave's brother came into play. She remembered when she used to protect her sisters, males were utterly useless. But Ryouta could only fall into a fit of laughter before he charged. Words spewing from his mouth fascinating her. Insane blue eyes darting around her as she felt herself being pressured on. Not very fair were they? She wasn't just insane though, she could think, she could fight. And she was large. "I'm not fucking at the moment so your description is only half right." Ryu spat out loud nearly biting her own tongue as he pulled forward. Ryouta was already having her weight distributed evenly, even with others around her it'd be difficult to move her down. Her ears pinned to the back of her head, eyes narrowed she was set to protect vitals. Hansel wasn't the first to reach her though, the lady made her smartest move that she could. Slightly shifting to the right, Gretel missed her mark as she tried to attack her. Ryouta then preceded to back up, her rump running into Tidus. Pleasure filled her lungs when the sudden impact of Hansel hit the bridge of her nose. Pulling teeth into it, as she groaned, tail flicking behind her just underneath Tidus'. Tidus' paws failed to mount her as he had wished, and his teeth grabbed onto the base of her tail. Jerking up Ryu threw Hansel off of her nose, tearing some flesh with it; she only laughed more. Her paws spread out to equally balance her as she attempted to throw her teeth into the side of Hansel, not to grab on, but to try and give him a good scratch while she got away. Ryu didn't have time to deal with this, even if they lost the slaves Ryu would have a better chance challenging back for them wherever they ran. They would enjoy their short lived freedom and feel sorry when they returned to Amenti clutches. This war belonged to those who ruled the ice. The beast shook her rear end bumping her butt into the air in an attempt to hit Tidus in the jaw. Her hind legs quickly picking up as she tried to kick him in the chest. The Lady tore off in another direction only laughing with the delight. She felt rewarded, not caring, entirely there were worse things to worry about then the little slaves who thought they would get long time freedom. ooc:; Upon c box agreement Ryu was allowed to pp Tidus and Hansel. Hansel maimed her nose and she'll get a scar there but she moved on. Though she did attempt to slightly injure them in the process(So I added an attack summary. None of the attacks have to hit though). 1/∞ v ??? Attack:; Ryu threw her head up to throw Hansel off. Then attempted to pull her jaws to the side of his shoulder or neck to get a quick nip before moving. Then hitting Tidus in the jaw with her rump she attempted to kick him with both hind legs before running in a different direction. Defense:; Tail swinging behind her, and weight evenly distributed. Ears pinned to back of the head, and eyes narrowed with toes splayed. Injuries:; Half inch deep wound to the base of her tail, inch deep injury to nose(will scar). Minimal bruising to face and hind legs. Speech,

She heard growls and yelps from all around. Shouts and screams. The woman was a master of death, ready. Gael and her were equally matched in skill, but he had more injuries. She would never give up, till the moment her last breath was sucked in. Her tail was tucked in tight, her ears flat as ever, her eyes mere slits, her hackles puffed out in delicate rolls, her knees perfectly bent, and her claws dug into the earth below. The woman was hurt, but she went on. Life went on. Her attack landed, but was met with a horrible uprising. The silver body was lifted and his arms grabbed her shoulders, like a hug. But, she reacted very quickly, countering him. The woman attempted to raise her upper body and move her front legs in a motion to where the two would dance together. It was a natural position for Wolves. He launched an attack on her ear, while her jaws were still connected to his chest. His teeth grabbed a hold of the tip of her ear. She growled in pain, his tooth went straight through the flimsy flesh. The insane being then let go of his chest and went in to attempt to bite the already horribly wounded right upper bit of his chest. Her jaws would come in snapping, ready for flesh. CANTTINA V GAEL for Gael 4/4 Attacks: The woman attempted to raise her upper body and move her front legs in a motion to where the two would dance together. The insane being then let go of his chest and went in to attempt to bite the already horribly wounded right upper bit of his chest. Her jaws would come in snapping, ready for flesh. Defenses: Her tail was tucked in tight, her ears flat as ever, her eyes mere slits, her hackles puffed out in delicate rolls, her knees perfectly bent, and her claws dug into the earth below. Injuries: Bite to upper bit of her right ear. Bite wound to scruff. Bruised chest. Broken bones in already injured left forepaw. the death and resurrection show

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Like a silent storm the man would slide in easily behind the rest of his pack, moving with ease amongst the carnage and bloodshed that was currently ensuing. But his mind had a singular focus and as tooth and claw would fly to find a partner to dance with so would he. The massive beast would break into a lope as soon as his paws hit the battle grounds, weaving to and fro the individual battles that raged on within the massive siege that was breaking around them. One was dead already, a male, his body torn and twisted. Was he the start of all this? Briefly Vixe wondered what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate and for that moment he would pause, sickly green eyes trained on the broken and bloody form sprawled out before him. A female seemed to ghost out of the wreckage and run to the male's body. Did they know each other? Life fled his eyes as he steeled himself for what he was about to do, ears tipping back until they lay flush against his skull. He could sense her rage, almost taste it in the air and though he pitied the woman he steadied himself and set his defences. She would go for his king, he knew as much. After all why wouldn't she after what had been done to her? But the male couldn't let that happen, couldn't let Isardis be overwhelmed by an amount of foes.

Defences dropped easily into place, joints in his limbs loosening and bending slightly to give him more stability while his stance widened to centre himself. Ears remained flattened to his skull and eyes narrowed to protect the delicate orbs. He scrunched his neck and tipped his chin down to protect his jugular, tightening his abdomen and arching his back slightly in preparation to spring. Tail lashed wickedly at his ankles though remaining parallel to his spine for balance. Finally his lips would pull back into a snarl as lower jaw unhinged in preparation to bite. Raised hackles made him look considerably larger then he truly was as he took a threatening step towards the woman. "You want to avenge him? You'll have to go through me first..." His words were a low rumble, riding on the back of a growl as he took another step forward, all the while keeping his weight centred, joints loose and defences set. And then he was moving, going at her hard and fast, moving low to the ground and throwing himself forward at the last moment. Forepaws would stretch out before him, haunches curling beneath him before he attempted to roll his weight forward and lift his front end up quickly. He attempted to try and bring his open jaws up to grab at Morgan's throat and continue to force her up with his extra height. But should that plan fail open jaws would try and snap and grab hold onto any meaty part of her chest or shoulder.

Vixe v. Morgan for knock out

round 1 of ??

Attacks: Rushed at Morgan from the front, moving low to the ground in an attempt to get in close and then push himself upwards and grab at her throat. If he misses then trying to grab at her shoulder or chest.

Defences: Ears flattened, eyes narrowed, chin tucked, neck scrunched, hackles raised, legs bent, wide stance, tail parallel to his spine, jaws open, sucked in his tummy, back arched, hackles up.

Injuries: None yet

Speech!