Thank you Chesh ♥ An unknown entity had dragged her back to the savage area she had visited not but a season ago when she had proposed the collaboration with Kaien. Although she had been quite pleased with the wonders her persuasion had granted her, the desire for a brawl and the addictive adrenaline that accompanied it had left her feeling slightly disappointed when the young king had refused to fight with her. Sure, what had occurred was the easier route and had benefited the both of them, but Morphine could not help but succumb to the curiosity of what could have been. She could have perished at the paws of the male had both of their urges to reign superior outweighed all other of their desires, could have splattered the earth beneath her paws with her own life-sustaining liquid, or could have lost her sanity in the heat of the battle and murdered the behemoth in the process. The thoughts were so vivid within the sanctuary of her mind that they drowned all others, and soon, the only scene before her metallic and unfeeling eyes was that of which her mind had painted; reality had faded into nothingness and had left her with surroundings that were only conjured from her darkest nightmares ? or were they her sweetest dreams? A smirk fell across her porcelain visage, but it was unlike the trademarked expression that contorted her features at every turn. No; it was an expression foreign to the wench?s countenance ? one that appeared as if it did not belong to one as sane as the pallid bitch. All she could do was adorn the hellish grin as she stampeded out into the open battlefield, her breath shaky and rapid as her pupils darted from carcasses stained crimson and ripped from greedy scavengers and cannibalistic fiends ? both real and imaginary. Each lifeless corpse she encountered only drained her sanity and invited more of their kin to greet her welcoming eyes. A gasp escaped her lungs abruptly as she happened upon one corpse in particular, the grin widening across her countenance as she stepped around to its limp skull, staring into the blank and lifeless silver eyes that greeted her there. She pressed her frigid nose to its chest dampened with blood, allowing the fresh liquid to paint her muzzle red. Oh.. What a pity. I quite liked you, dear friend of mine? Speech. Thought. 397 words.

The call of the battlefield called to the young gal and she followed the calling as it if were a dear friend. She hadn't gotten in to many fights but the ones she had been in had been glorious. They'd stained the pretty pelt of hers and god did she love the taste. She even got to enjoy the taste as she licked the remains away from her pelt. It was pure bliss.

Tali had a great many things wrong with her. One. She was bi-polar. Extremely bi-polar. One wrong look and she'd bite your head off kind of bi-polar. Two.... well.... she was a cannibal. Whenever she slayed another wolf she made sure to eat the tastiest parts that their body had to offer and then she'd leave the rest to rot. Three. She was a seductive bitch. Four. She was just a complete nut case. That was Taliere in a nutshell. It was probably why she felt at home in Tortuga.

27 inches in height and 90 pounds in weight was all that made up Taliere. She had beautiful amethyst eyes and interesting markings on her face. She permanently looked like she was smiling. Even when she wasn't smiling it was there plastered on her face in a thick black line that seemed to come directly from her gums. Dark eyeliner lined her eyes and even traveled across her face. From there she was mostly dark gray, with a light gray patch on either side, and a crystalline white undertone. She was stunning in her own creepy and psychotic way.

"Oh.. What a pity. I quite liked you, dear friend of mine?" Black lined ears pricked forward at the familiar voice. It was their secondary Alpha, Morphine. A grin spread across her visage and stayed there as she approached the creature scarcely bigger than herself.

"Ssssssweeeeeeeet sweet Alphaaaa of mine." She hissed before stopping in a fit of cackles. There was respect upon Tali's face. Her body posture wasn't threatening and her tail remained tucked to show that at least Morphine was her superior. Even out here Tali would not disrespect her. A fight didn't seem like a bad idea though. If that was why she was out here at least.

"Whaaat bringsss you ssssooo far from Tortuga? A fight perhapssssss? She grinned maliciously. Her adrenaline was already pumping at the mere thought of blood. Her tongue swiped her lips once as if she were thirsty. "How about it love? She said. Persuasion and manipulation was a big thing of hers. Who was to say it wouldn't work on her. Though from the looks of it it seemed as though she didn't need any persuasion.

Thank you Chesh ♥ A cacophony of demonic growls and seething snarls rattled her skull as she nudged the pallid chest that had been tainted with blood, allowing a growl of her own to resound from her parted jaws in retaliation to the threatening sounds created from her own temporary insanity. Setting metallic eyes laden with love upon the deceased version of herself, she bent down further to kiss its face, her growls never subsiding, but increasing in volume instead as she bade herself one last farewell. A voice, this time real, silenced the demonic rumbles within her own mind, though she did not follow suit and only toned down the volume once more as her skull flicked to greet the creature to which the vocals had belonged to, her body remaining low to the ground and still facing the opposite direction. Had she been in her right mind, she would have registered the words the sable woman spoke and would have felt a twinge of pride for the title the other had bestowed upon her and might have even offered a smile to the wench in response to the respect she had displayed for her. Unfortunately, her mind had flown far from reach and the alpha Taliere had spoken of had disappeared along with it. Lust filtered through silver eyes that typically possessed no emotion, but the lust held captive there was not one of sexual desire ? no ? if the petite creature knew well enough the crazed look one possessed when they craved blood, then she would have noticed the same in Morphine?s eyes. Furthers vocals wafted from the other?s opened jaws, but the only thing that Morphine heard was incoherent, muffled babbling ? as if the other had spoken to her whilst a pillow was being pressed over her mouth. Throughout the woman?s speech, her pupils did not once dart from Taliere, nor did her attention waver from the wench. She stood rooted to the spot, static save for the rising and falling of her abdomen that accompanied her raspy breathing, that foreign smirk still plastered to her porcelain countenance. Once the speech had reached its conclusion without an intelligent thought from Morphine, she remained in her position for a while longer, simply staring at the creature that had been so conveniently placed before her during her time of want. Not a thought plagued her mind for the first time in her life; impulse had dominated her. At last, she broke free of her trance, though her sanity had not been rejuvenated still. A sickly chortle flooded the eerily silent air in bouts as she pivoted to face the wench, the periods of cackling elongating with each second that passed by, her vision glazing over in crimson as a symphony of crazed laughter played within her head. Look there! she shouted through her laughter, addressing the imaginary version of herself as she inclined her muzzle towards Taliere. A plaything! Just for me. The final portion of her own words was less than detached, and, as she spoke them, she sprinted, full throttle, in the direction of the bitch, her ears pasted to her crown, eyes narrowed, and tail flagged behind her rump. As she neared the other, not bothering to skid to a halt or decrease her speed for she intended on a heavy impact, her jaws gaping and her mouth spewing saliva, she aimed to clamp down onto the muzzle of the bitch should she choose not to avoid Morphine?s stampede. This was no petty spar ? Morphine would grant this fiend with what they both seemed to desire: blood, and lots of it. Speech. Thought.? 601 words. { round 1 of 4 } attacks ? sprinting at taliere with the intentions of a heavy impact / seeking to clamp her jaws around tali's entire muzzle defenses ? tail flagged for balance / eyes narrowed / ears pinned / jaws wide open injuries   n/a

i forgot to ask: how many rounds is this going to have? c:
note   edited to fix round count.

[ooc: I think four rounds is enough :3] That look! Oh gods how she loved it! It was one of pure lust and insanity. It was one she always carried. A series of giggles erupted from her maw as she cackled with a maniacal laughter. She truly was psychotic and for once she had someone to share her insanity with. Oh how glorious this would be. Teeth snapped shut and teeth clattered making a jittery sound. A gleeful look overtook her visage as the other woman began to speak. She shifted on her paws happily and then began to strengthen her defenses. She loved blood. It was like a drug to her. Even her own blood was addicting. To have another bite into her. It was all so sensual it gave her goosebumps. She craved feeling the metallic liquid flow from her body and ooze from her pelt, but in this fight she knew she could possibly die if she didn't. Two crazies in a battle didn't necessarily go well. "Ohhhhh. How wonderful Missssssstressssss! Blood. Ssssssssoooooo much blood! We sssssshalll have funnnnn my love! I sssssshalllll be your play thing asssss you wissssssh. Had she been a human she would have clapped for joy. She wasn't though so instead her head lowered to protect her throat and ears flattened against her skull to protect them. Her light body shifted from foot to foot so that she was ready to move in any direction. Her tail waved behind her and was parallel to the earth for balance. She was ready. Oh how she was ready. The Vecaan rushed her and Taliere held back an excited giggle as she prepared herself. She made hardly any movement save for that of her head. Her body braces itself to accept her attack and her head moved downward allowing the woman's teeth to scrape her skull instead of her muzzle. Her own jaws were wide open as she aimed for Morphine's throat. It was a quick and obvious attack. She would go for any place she could reach. She was far from picky. She could feel the blood oozing down the side of her head. It'd begun! Attacks: She is attempting to grab a hold of Morphine's throat to cause serious damage wherever she can. Defenses: Her head is lowered to protect the vitals, ears pinned back against her skull so they can't easily be grabbed. Her tail is out behind her for balance. Originally her weight shifts from foot to foot to allow easier movement but she braces herself as Morphine rushes her. As Morphine nears she lowers her head a bit more so her muzzle isn't grabbed. Instead Morphine scrapes her skull. Injuries: Scrape to the skull. Head injuries bleed a lot so it's hard to determine how bad. Round 1 of 4 [edited to fix the round number. My dumbass put "round 1 of 1" instead of "round 1 of 4" "Speech"

Default to Taliere

Due to Morphine not posting in the allotted time, Taliere is the winner.

Morphine must give up by either passing out, submitting, or running away.