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Today was the day.



Cryptically he had requested that Devya and Ares meet him here. He had told no other Tortugan wolves of his plans as he crept away in the early morning, reaching the battlefield as the sun's first light touched the earth. He had spent weeks contemplating this decision, debating the pros and cons. Ultimately, Seraphim decided seeing his children was worth more to him than his life, regardless of whether they wanted to see him or not.



Knowing that Ares had been in Tortuga and having to avoid him had been the most torturous of things. Avoiding his son meant also avoiding Devya, the young girl who had stolen his attention and his heart when he had come upon her. The hole in his heart had only grown since he had met Eris and lost her as well. Now that Seraphim knew love, he was loathe to lose it without a fight. The feeling had taken hold of his heart and his mind, his whole being. It was dominating his actions even when he wished it away.



The alabaster brute stood silently on the barren land, his face turned to the sky. He released a call for his lost children, Artemis and Codeine, while he waited for Ares and Devya to arrive. He would speak to the latter pair first, separately, before speaking to the others. He counted on Morphine hearing his call and not being far behind to exact her vengeance as she wished.






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So much time had passed since she had seen her father. She missed him dearly. The pallid brute had appeared, but only to give her cryptic orders that herself and Ares would follow him to the battlefield. It made no sense, he told her nothing, leaving her completely in the dark. And why the battlefield? It was such an odd place to meet. The ebony babe had sought out Ares, explaining their fathers request. And so the pair had set out, not far behind the man. She had stayed close to Ares's side, uncertainty making her nervous. She found comfort in his touch and had become glued to his side. The stench of blood assaulted her nostrils, bringing a frown to her face. She had never been the battlefield before. It was a terrible sight. Blood stained the ground permanently just as much as it tainted the air. She leaned in closer to Ares, seeking his comfort. Blue and green pools soon found the form of her father. The girl would break away from the phantom at her side, breaking into a run, colliding gently with her father. "What is the mean of this?!" Tones would demand, eyes wide with worry. Why had he summoned them to such a terrible place? A low slipped from her jaws as the girl buried her face in her fathers neck. Speech,

The sight of his two children approaching side by side brought a somber smile to his face. Devya would run to him while Ares stood slightly farther off, a knowing look in his eye. It was evident he had already accepted what was to come before even being told. The boy was bright and Seraphim couldn't help but feeling proud that he had grown in such a way outside the influence of other who were too corrupt or too kind. He had taught himself well.



The man returned his daughter's affections, then pulled away. Thank you both for coming. Ares, it has been too long. He offered the boy a quick nod before continuing. I want to tell you both what is going on before the others arrive. You were both present when Morphine gave me an ultimatum... She wished for me not to see our children, with my life as the price if I did. I have decided that I would rather take that risk than not be in the lives of those that want me there.



Verdant gaze remained fix on his son as he spoke, knowing that he was the only one of his children who wanted anything to do with him. He would wait now for either of them to comment and for the rest of those invited to show their faces.






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It felt as though her heart stopped. Her jaws parted as though to speak but no words came out. She recoiled from her fathers presence, panic evident in her eyes. He fathers gaze didn't meet hers instead looking at Ares. Finally remembering how to use her legs, the ebony dame would step back, audits flattened against her skull. NO! She didn't want this to happen. He was the only family she had left! Sure she had met one of her brothers, Seth, but they lived different lives in different packs and had grown up apart. This was her father. Her family. The one who had taken her in when she was on the verge of dying. And now he was here to sacrifice his life for his children who didn't cared if he lived or died. The three of them could have remained in Tortuga, happy and safe from the jaws of that bitch. Blue and green pools shimmered with unshed tears. Lips tightened against fangs, slowly beginning to curl back. She kept her distance from both males, standing between them, her gaze never leaving her father. Speech,

Sunlight bled into the dark sky to announce a new dawn, painting the sky a canvas of ominous crimsons and goldens that were reminiscent of hellfire ? perfectly suiting the impending event that would serve as a milestone in the cryptic phantom?s life no matter the outcome. The somber summon had reached eager ears and she had reveled in the sound as if it were sweet music, understanding well exactly what would occur because of it. The babe would not hesitate to flee the premises of the ice king?s domain nor would she grant the situation at hand a second thought, anticipation burning her paws and fueling her with waves of energy that urged her limbs to carry her swiftly towards the battlefield where her father lingered, evidently aware of what this interaction would bring: her mother?s merciless wrath. Although she was curious as to what motivated her sire to commit suicide as he was, she would not question the driving force behind his decision, but rather savor it as it happened. As the silhouetted form of her father developed on the horizon, the wraith would acknowledge the fact that she had not been summoned here alone for two others had also made their presence known ? two others whose company she found less than welcomed. Regardless of her negative standings with the trio, the fiend would saunter with the immaculate poise of an Amazonian as she maneuvered closer to where they were situated, her expression vacant as her pupils wavered from each individual?s face, offering them her indifference for the time being despite the hatred she currently felt towards each: Seraphim ? a man she had been programmed to hate; Devya ? a brat who had convinced two of her blood-relatives to abandon her; and Ares ? her sibling that had betrayed her for reasons untold. Jaw stiffened as her gaze fell upon her brother, hurt strengthened in her heart as she witnessed his second act of betrayal, pupils boring a hole into the back of his skull as he navigated towards their father and buried his snout in the confines of the brute?s flesh; clearly he knew what would become of the man who had hurt their mother. ?They know,? the wraith informed her father as she halted quite a distance away from where the majority resided, breathing jagged as she attempted to contain the expanding fury and sorrow that lurked beneath her exterior. Gaze remained fixated upon he whose life was threatened, metallic and amethyst eyes vacant of emotion unlike the man?s other two children, so obviously distressed with the current situation ? so obviously aware that their father?s chances were bleak. ?They would not be so upset if they believed in you, father.

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It was painful to see Devya's reaction to what he was doing, but he couldn't let it show. His expression remained neutral, but his eyes showed the slightest hint of emotion. Ares reacted in the opposite fashion, which was comforting to Seraphim. Perhaps his son's calm would soothe Devya's worries. He had to shake his head lightly at Ares's first words, though. Unfortunately, I do have to do this. He said nothing in response to his intentions if Seraphim died, but simply returned his affection with a nuzzle to his head.



Artemis was the next to arrive. Seraphim watched her approach through narrow eyes, thinking constantly of what she had don to Devya. Her words were cold and clipped. She truly was her mother's daughter, as much as she was his. Seraphim smiled. I hope the regardless of the out come of this, Artemis, you can learn to let go of the hatred that clouds your mind. He had been the same when he had helped to conceive her, full only of rage and nothing more. It was the side of him he hated the most.



The brute turned to look into the distance, wondering if his other son would show, and awaiting the arrival of his contender. No matter how many here doubted him, he was not worried. He had much to fight for and to live for, while Morphine had nothing but her pride.






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The banshee was a woman of her word; no vow would remain unfulfilled. She had threatened his existence with the promise of death and despair among the lives that had come to foolishly adore and value him, she had granted him the leeway of avoiding such a fate, she had mercifully allowed for him to remain unscathed throughout the duration of time between his traitorous actions and now, and still he persisted to interfere with her children?s lives and disrespect her wishes. Her generosity, however, would not cease to exist for the despicable creature; she would offer him one final act of kindness by granting him exactly what he urged for: a slow and utterly painful death.


The summon for her progeny had not slipped beyond her attentive radar despite the fact that she and her most recent offspring resided far beyond the premises of the infamous coliseum where blood was shed, the tone of Seraphim?s voice identifiable even at a distance. Fury would find its way writhing through her system as was typical, fueling her with the adrenaline she would need to harbor for the purpose of fierce and gory combat that lingered on the horizon, wry amusement soon following suit as she contemplated the situation at hand. Surely the brute was aware of what his actions would bring, but the wraith could not help but succumb to curiosity as she pondered why he had decided to lay his life on the line for his children ? it was a lost cause; she had programmed them to detest his very existence and, if by some phenomenon, he managed to drain the life from her very veins, their adoration towards her being would cause them to loathe him all the more. Certain that she would learn of his motive in due time, the banshee fled her current domain, stealing one last glance at the youth slumbering nearby before thoughts of blood and death shrouded her diseased mind, encouraging her to finish her mission.


The ice queen proceeded at a lumbering gait despite the urge to sprint towards her destination, conserving her energy that would be unleashed during what could be the final battle of her life, memories playing on repeat with each stride taken ? thoughts of her children, thoughts of Cyanide, of Desdemona, of the former and glorious Tortuga, of Nnoitra, of Kaien?all embedded within the sanctuary of her mind, still as prominent as they had ever been. Immediately, the wraith regretted her decision not to say goodbye to her youngest litter as she approached the battlefield, too far now to turn back ? too close to back out. Defenses began to surface as numerous silhouettes developed on the horizon, recognition striking her as her skull lowered over her breast, her chin tucked against the curvature of her neck, and her ears pressed flatly against her crown, a sinister smirk elongating across her lovely countenance as she witnessed her eldest son reach out to comfort his father and then as Seraphim?s adopted brat shuddered with sorrow. Her daughter?s reaction contrasted that of the other two and the matriarch found pride glistening within narrowed, metallic depths, wonder worming through her interior then as she pondered the whereabouts of her missing son, skull physically shaking to rid herself of the thought. No ? Seraphim deserved the entirety of her attention, not her Codeine, not her Artemis, and not her Ares.


Hackles bristled and her shoulders rolled forward to provide the base of her neck with excess fur, the front and sides of her neck encumbered in rolls of flesh as she drew her skull back some, the smirk stagnant upon her features as she maneuvered mere meters away from Seraphim, intentionally placing herself at a forty-five degree angle from his left shoulder in preparation of her impending attack. Limbs would spread equidistant apart and tail would descend in alignment with her spinal column, each appendage bending slightly to lower her center of gravity while her toes splayed across the earth and her nails bit lightly into the soil for traction, careful to take precautions in the case that the brute should take the first move. Confident that she had drawn the attention upon herself, a low rumble of satisfaction would vibrate her chest cavity before jaws unhinged with the promise of speech, directed at her adversary. ?You dance on the fine line between life and death, sweet Seraphim,? the banshee cooed, fury contained in favor of feigned innocence as the twisted grin extended upon her visage.

The white wraith passing scent had caught his intrigue, and the pallid brute pushed himself off the boulder that he had been settled on, landing on the ground with a soft thump and followed her. What was she doing or more importantly where was she going? He followed at a distance, his footsteps falling softly and quietly on the ground. It appeared that she was heading towards a location that he had become familiar with himself, the battlefield. This was certainly an interesting twist on the day.

Others had arrived, the spry daughter of Morphine, Artemis, and three others that didn't know. He came to a halt near Artemis, keeping a careful distance from the youth. What would happen here? Settling back, he rested on his haunches. He waited, hoping the situation would present itself. He didn't recognize the scents here, excluding one of the ivory wolves with the purple eyes that he recalled from the birth of his spawn, that was the first and only time he had seen the wolf, not that it mattered to him either way. The only two wolves, here he knew were Artemis, the spry wench, and Morphine. Regardless, he was drawn here, drawn to the pending violence.

He caught the last words the wraith spoke, and let out a slight chuckle. Whatever this 'Seraphim' had done, must have really pissed off, the little temptress he had lain with.

He had noticed the pallid newcomers fleeting disappearance from his borders, and although he held no suspicion, the curiosity of her whereabouts was enough to lead The King towards the battlefield. Sauntering with a bemused thrill of the upleading events, Isardis would come to pause a short distance behind Artemis; cautious, however holding himself with a blatant and untouchable sense of self-pride. Regardless of the situation, the man would be ready and willing to support his Dame in whatever assistance she may have required. It seemed that somebody was about to lose their head. Morphine he would recognise, having crossed paths with her some time ago, however she was anything but an acquaintance; and oh so vaguely his mind would grow upon the thought that perhaps his little ivory bludgeon was the spawn of the once-was queen? He swayed with the brittle chuckles of his interest, coral features peaked with dwindling awareness as he stood entirely on the behalf of Artemis- and perhaps a little inquisitiveness.

	She could feel it in her gut. Something was wrong. That feeling was enough to draw her from the depths of Glaciem. She caught the scent of her king, and another, a recent addition to Glaciem and found herself following it blindly, until a scent she recognized mixed with it, Seraphim. His name left her in a light sigh, as she moved rapidly towards the smell, praying he wasn't in trouble. Praying... that he was okay. Her paws carried her to the battlefield and she stopped short at the edge of the field, surprised to see a large group around him, the ivory brute that had captivated her mind and heart. She moved closer, noticing that her king was there already and stopped near the group. Her gaze impassive on the looming battle. Should these question arrive of her intentions, she wasn't sure what she would say. Standing a little bit away from the group, to be carefully placed so it seemed that she wasn't on a side. Her golden eyes passed over every wolf, lingering on Seraphim, hoping that his green eyes would meet hers, giving her some indication as to what he intended to do.

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He didn't hate his father - far from it. All that he knew, was that he had gotten into his mother's less than good graces. It was a shame, the brute sort of liked the guy, in that he had been part of what brought him into the world., and whenever they had spoken it had been brief, but not bad. Although the others seemed to immediately understand the reasoning for this, he didn't - and his silver eyes showed that confusion in an almost... painful way. Family was family and Seraphim was blood - why did it seem like he and his mother were going to end something between them for good? Lips twitched, and he slipped onto the battlefield without a word, his teeth bared and his emotions carefully hidden.


He loved his mother, he would die for her, easily - but he was not as close with her as Artemis was. He still had thoughts and opinions of his own, he had wandered on his own too long. Bloodshed was something that he longed for, that he craved, and power was what he lived for. And yet seeing his mother or father fall struck the yearling. It was hard to swallow, and yet he would carry himself beside his sister - Artemis, he trusted her, and the wolves that were spotting onto the scene he did not. A pretty man with pink eyes that had a few inches on him and quite a few pounds seemed idly interested in his sister, and a less than pretty brute with red eyes was there as well, as well as a dame that he would guess was lost had she not met his father's eyes so intently.


He didn't want him to die.


And yet he had complete confidence in his mother to win. She was powerful, she was all the strength in the world when she wanted to be. Despite her size, he knew that if she wanted to bring Seraphim down, that she could. It was nearly enough for him to stop holding his tongue and beg her to stop... but surely if she wanted the male dead, she had good reason. He should not have pissed her off so completely... "What have you done?" He would quietly ask him, accidentally meeting his father's gaze. For a moment the hurt would show, and then it would be instantly eaten away, he would not show weakness before his mother.


Although he did not lack it, he would not show compassion to an enemy of his mother... at least, not right in front of her face.

She felt as though her world was fall apart. She took no notice of the exchange between Ares and Seraphim, lost in her own turmoil. This was her father. A sickening scent wafted to her nose, lips curling back in distaste. Her blue and green gaze turned, landing upon Artemis. Words dripped from the pale girls lips. They know. What did they know? The girls fallen mother would arrive next, poison oozing from her own lips. Her hackles along her back lifted, her blood beginning to boil. The closeness of Ares did not soothe her distain for the two phantoms. Others began to approach, many of which were complete strangers. Including a boy who looked identical to Morphine. She had no idea Ares had another brother. Right now that was not her focus. Her gaze shifted between her father and Morphine. Her father risked his life for children that did not care for him, and now his skills would be tested. A battle was to commence. Her muscles stood rigid. Hackles still stood at a stiff attention, audits lay flat against her skull, eyes narrowed in slits. The ebony babe took a step closer to Ares, feeling his warmth radiate her side. She desperately wanted this all to be a dream. Slowly she felt herself slipping away. Slipping into the similar feeling of when she battled Artemis. A disconnected feeling, one that was ruthless and uncaring. Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes hardened into icy daggers. Her father couldn't die today, he wouldn't die today. Speech,

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As soon as she would appear on the horizon his eyes would lock onto her slow-moving form. He recalled a similar approach, the day they had met and conceived the subjects of their current feud. It still astonished him that a simple pledge of loyalty was what had brought them here. He had chosen to remain in a pack that she had failed to maintain, he had chosen to aid the one who had arrived to claim it when it fell apart. The way Seraphim had seen it, he had pledged his fealty to Tortuga and only Tortuga when Morphine had attempted to reclaim it. The way Morphine saw it, he was supposed to remain loyal to her, an addition to their original deal that the brute wasn't keen to uphold.



Others would begin to gather as she came nearer and settled into a position off to his left. He assessed the newcomers one by one, taking note that the devil from the north settled in beside his daughter and another male he did not recognize. His eyes came to rest on those of Eris and he fought to keep the emotion hidden within them. He hadn't told her he would do this - hell, he didn't even think she knew he had kids. Suddenly he wished she wasn't there to witness the possible outcome of this event.



Finally he found Codeine. The brute recognized his other son immediately, despite not having seen him since he was still a small pup. Something in his gaze, and then his words, told Seraphim that he was not wholly indifferent to his father. The realization only fueled his desire to fight more. He was not fighting for the right to be a father to one biological child, but two now. He shot a glance toward Ares, hoping that his look would be enough to urge the boy to speak to his brother. Perhaps he could explain why they were here while Seraphim could not. He offered Devya a small smile of reassurance, noting that she was becoming more composed, before turning on his feet to cut off the angle face Morphine head-on.



His body would fall into a position similar to hers as he took stock of their respective strengths. His tail raised level with his spine as he crouched, bending his knees slightly and widening his stance. His weight would focus just slightly toward his toes, giving him the ability to push off from the ground quicker if needed, but his claws were at the ready to dig in if they must. His eyes remained narrowed and his ears pinned back against his skull as he tucked his head to cover his throat.



The easy fifty pound difference between the brute and his opponent would be both a help and a hindrance to them both. Seraphim would have the advantage of weight and strength, his sheer muscle mass exceeding that of the female by far. However, her light weight may give her greater speed and agility. Even with this vast difference in size, they were not so unevenly matched. His children and some spectators probably thought him the gentle sort compared to his mother, but he had endured his fair share of battles in his youth. His concern was that muscle memory would fail him, and that he would forget everything that had kept him alive in the past.



The bitch's words would bring a smirk to his lips and urge venom to lace his tones as he offered a reply. As do you, Morphine. Though I stand here because I care for my children, while you are here simply because of hurt pride. Need I remind you that you brought that pain on yourself? You lost Tortuga. Not I. His voice encouraged anger to boil within him, his hackles raising in response. Those watching were forgotten, his darker side blocking their presence out. All he wanted now was to tear into flesh and teach the wench a lesson - preferably her final one.



But he was no less a gentleman.



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Round 0 of 3 v. Morphine for Death



Attacks: None.

Defenses: Eyes narrow, ears flat, tail raised, head tucked, knees bent, widened stance, weight focused slightly toward toes, claws out,

Injuries:None.






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They would flock to the foreboding scene like moths to a flame, prying in their ways, and yet the vindictive queen refused to grant either a fraction of her attention, focus entirely directed upon the renegade before her. Expectantly, metallic eyes narrowed in upon his chest cavity to enable swift detection of muscle contractions, wavering to and from his acidic gaze as venom oozed from unhinged jaws, emitted with the purpose to fuel the raging inferno beneath her calm exterior. Alas, his speech would fail to infuriate her and would, instead, extract a wry chuckle from frayed, velvet lips, skull shaking disdainfully in response to his comments. ?Oh, Seraphim,? the wraith would coo, feigned pity lacing her angelic tones as her chortles subsided and her pupils shifted to interlock with his own. ?How dense can you get, my dear? This is hardly about me losing Tortuga; what is lost may always be found again if one is willing to search for it, you know,? the wraith suggested with a short shrug of her shoulders. ?If I truly wanted it back, I would have it.


His words in regard to her children nearly caused the ice queen to choke with disbelief, the small smirk that had enveloped her countenance extending now as memories surfaced once more ? memories involving the chosen sire of her children. ?Truly ? truly you care for them?? the wraith inquired incredulously, sparing a glance at all four of Seraphim?s proclaimed ?children? before her gaze returned to meet his verdant. ?I believe you are exaggerating, Seraphim: you care for one child, and one child who isn?t even yours by blood. I don?t recall you ever interacting with the three of my children even when I permitted it, aside from the moment you chose another child over them. It was only once I forbid you to see them that you showed any interest in them at all ? how strange.? Brows knitted together in mock confusion as the wraith screwed up her facial features, allowing all traces of amusement to drain from her visage to gift her speech with sincerity. ?And, for that, I deem you unworthy of the title ?father.?? Final sentiment was stated with an air of solemnity, fully intending to negatively impact his mental state and force him to realize he did more harm than good. But it was too late for epiphanies and too early for apologies; the time was only suitable for vengeance.


With profound confidence, the renegade would usher forth an invitation for the operation to commence, insisting she take the initiative as if begging for her to taint his pallid coat crimson. Without a moment?s hesitation and without need for convincing, the wraith finalized her defenses, a sly smirk contorting her porcelain features at the mere thought of the battle to come. Skull would remain lowered over her breast to limit the possibility of grasping to her neck, eyes narrowing to visible slits while her ears slicked back against the contours of her crown and her jaws unhinged, lips unfurling to reveal gluttonous incisors that urged for use. Chin would tuck against the curvature of her neck to protect her precious mandible, hackles prickling and shoulders rolling forward to further supply the base of her neck with the protection of excess rolls of fur. Limbs would find comfort spaced equidistant apart, each bending slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity while her toes splayed and her nails bit lightly into the earth for traction. Skull would draw closer to her body to scrunch her neck while her tail remained aligned with her spinal column, abdomen tensing slightly in one final attempt to protect herself. Satisfied with her defenses and intent upon maintaining them throughout her attacks, the wench inhaled deeply before proceeding with what could easily be the final battle of her life.


Pushing off with her hinds, the ice queen attempted to sprint the short distance between she and her adversary, intending to approach the male from head-on and slightly to the right (Morphine?s POV) so that her left shoulder would be positioned to the inside of his right shoulder. If/When the wraith was within striking distance of her opponent, her jutting left shoulder blade would attempt to slam into the bottom portion of the natural groove between Seraphim?s right shoulder and his chest, intending to dislocate the shoulder and offset his balance with the combined force of her weight and momentum. Simultaneously, unhinged jaws would attempt to snake towards the left (M POV) of her opponent?s lowered skull, muzzle hopefully angled in towards the center of his right-sided (Morph?s left) neck as gluttonous incisors and molars would attempt to penetrate far beyond the surface of the flesh located there, intending to both draw a significant amount of blood and sever the tendons within his neck with the pressure applied behind her hopeful bite. Furthermore, own right paw would lift slightly from the ground, and as her weight shifted equally among her three grounded limbs to maintain her balance, the wraith would attempt to trip the male in one fluid, attempted sweeping motion with her right paw from the inside of his left front ankle and to her right, hoping to carry his limb along with her own as she performed the swipe so that she may compromise his balance and receive the upper hand from the start. Meanwhile, defenses would remain upheld to the best of her ability in constant preparation for his retaliation.





MORPHINE vs SERAPHIM

for

DEATH


round

I ? II ? III

ATTACK attempt to approach seraphim from head on and slightly to her right so that her left shoulder is aligned with the inside of his right shoulder. if/when she is within striking distance, she will attempt to thrust her shoulder into the natural groove between seraph's right shoulder and chest, hoping to dislocate his shoulder and offset his balance. jaws aiming for the center portion of seraph's right-sided neck (which would be morph's left), intending to bite deeply to draw a significant amount of blood and sever the tendons located there. attempt to trip seraphim by swiping her right paw from the inside of seraph's left front ankle and to her right.

DEFENSES lowered skull, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, jaws parted, lips curled back, chin tucked, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, limbs spread equidistant apart, limbs bent, toes splayed, nails biting into earth, neck scrunched, tail out, abdomen tensed. when she lifts her right paw, she reestablishes her balance between her three grounded limbs.

INJURIES first round.

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Novocaine would be asleep when the howl reached them. In the thick of dreams it was distant and easily forgotten; but the departure of his mother seemed hyper real. He blearily blinked open his eyes, trying to banish the sleep from his body. By the time he pried his eyes open the form of his mother was fading from view. He let loose a squeaky yawn, limbs stretching out in front of him, limbs popping some. Finally rising fully, he narrowed steel blue eyes in the direction of his mother?s departure. He would start off after her, casting a quick glance back at his siblings. Even at the lope he soon adopted he would fall far behind, his shorter limbs not carrying him as fast as he wished to go. He would arrive at the battle field, eyes wide as he drew in the blood soaked land the fading stench of iron assaulting his nostrils. It was stirring something deep inside him, tongue swiping across ebony lips just as his gaze landed upon the form of his mother. He arrived at right moment to see his mother launch her attack. He settled himself upon his haunches watching in fascination. Talk like this

Had her words reached the ears of an ordinary Seraphim, they would?ve infuriated him. After all, he had spent time with his children prior to that day, though it had been seldom. As part of his agreement with Morphine, it was his duty to teach them the skills they needed to survive aside from fighting. He had done so when they had been too young to be alone, but later on found it best for them to experience things without a parent by their sides. Of course, he was always close by if Morphine as not. He found comfort in following a short distance behind to ensure their safety. Coincidentally it was through this covert practice that he found Devya, a daughter he was allowed to love.


What Morphine thought was of no matter to him now though. If he lived through this, he could explain the less obvious details to his children if they wished. For now, his darker side took her words in stride, giving them little attention. Instead, he focused on readying himself and executing the proper moves for protection. As she neared the end of her speech, he made sure that his defenses were still set. He spread his legs slightly and lowered his body, bending at the knees a bit and centering his weight with slight focus on his toes for quicker movement. His claws now dug into the ground and his abdomen tightened, as attack was imminent. His tail rose to be level with his spine for increased balance, and his ears dropped back against his head. His eyes remained narrowed, his mouth set into a slightly parted snarl, and his shoulders finally rolled forward as hackles rose and he dropped his head to cover his neck.


The white witch would approach at an angle slightly to his left, and he would counter by moving further to his own right (Morphine?s left) so that each of their left shoulders would be lined up. His shoulder would drop as he returned the charge, hoping to meet her halfway. Seraphim would try to lessen the damage to his own shoulder by throwing his weight against hers, in addition to attempting to use his heavier weight to throw her off balance in the force of their collision. Jaws would part as their bodies met. He would hope that his change of position would line her outstretched jaws up with his face rather than his neck, and therefore would try to force her teeth to clamp around some portion of his maw. If he was successful in altering the location of her assault, Seraphim would twist his head slightly to the side without pulling his head away from his throat in an attempt to latch onto either the top or bottom portion of Morphine?s muzzle, whichever was most accessible.



Simultaneously, his weight would refocus to his hind legs as both fore legs became occupied in an effort to give him a few extra seconds to counter. As Morphine swept his left leg and threw his balance off, Seraphim would reach with his right leg in an attempt to wrap it around Morphine?s left shoulder. He would do so in the hope that his weight would pull Morphine with him as he fell. A grip on her muzzle, if he was successful in getting it, would aid him in his takedown attempt. Upon hitting the ground, with or without Morphine, he would try to use the momentum from the fall to help him roll over his left side and get back to his feet quickly.



Round 1 of 3 v. Morphine for Death



Attacks: Attempt to counter Morphine?s shoulder attack by moving further to his right, charging and dropping his left shoulder into her left shoulder ? hoping to throw her balance off. Attempt to grab onto either the top or bottom portion of her muzzle while simultaneously wrapping his free right leg around her shoulder to pull her to the ground with him.

Defenses: Eyes narrow, ears flat, tail raised, head tucked, knees bent, widened stance, weight focused slightly toward toes, shoulders rolled forward, claws dug into ground, hackles rose, tightened abs, jaws slightly parted.
Return charge at Morphine in an attempt to lessen the blow of her attack. Change of angle in an attempt to redirect her attack with her jaws to Seraphim?s maw. Redirection of his weight to his hind legs in an effort to maintain a few seconds of extra balance before succumbing to Morphine?s leg-swipe. Attempt to roll to feet after hitting the ground.

Injuries: Deep bruising to his left shoulder, deep wounds from Morphine?s teeth wherever they end up landing on his face or maw, sprained ankle from the leg swipe, bruising to the left side of his torso from hitting the ground.







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Failure came swiftly as her adversary maneuvered to her left, aligning their left shoulders with one another so that the male would avoid the brunt of her attempted assault as he countered it, thrusting his left shoulder to meet her own halfway. Deep bruising would blossom from the front of her left shoulder; however, the male would fail to offset her balance completely as her jaws connected upon his right cheek (location approved by Raii), leaving her to only recoil slightly due to the force of impact. Dissatisfied with the petty grip she had obtained upon the renegade and eager to land potentially fatal blows in the near future, the wench released the flesh of her adversary, jaws fully unhinging as she withdrew and he twisted his head in towards her muzzle, seeking to clamp down upon her own flesh in retaliation.


Own skull would duck slightly to ensure that the brute managed to encase her upper jaw to form a ?T? intersection with their muzzles, the upper teeth of her adversary penetrating the center of the bridge of her nose while his lower teeth pierced the roof of her mouth at approximately an eighth of an inch deep. Thin strands of blood trickled from her newly-acquired wounds and pain was imminent; however, the wench would seize the opportunity presented to her rather than yelp out of displeasure. Immediately as the brute clamped down upon her upper jaw, her lower jaw would attempt to snap upwards swiftly as if to close her mouth, attempting to clamp onto Seraphim?s mandible in hopes of breaking or fracturing it with the pressure applied behind her hopeful bite, intending to render his ability to bite useless due to the fact that only the lower jaw moves when biting or chewing. Meanwhile, satisfaction would breach the ice queen as her right paw met her adversary?s left ankle, successful in causing the man to lose his balance as she swept his paw from the ground and his body came plummeting down to earth, her own right paw planting itself back against the earth to reestablish her balance.


Alas, his trip to the earth would not be made entirely alone, his right forelimb snaking around her left shoulder as her hips swung to her own left in an attempt to bring her body perpendicular to his right side (since Seraph is falling to his left ? confirmed by Raii), hoping to position herself straight out from the top portion of his ribcage (diagram). Because the weight of his body would only fall upon her left shoulder as he fell, only her front half would lower to the earth as he hit the ground, neck muscles tensing and back attempting to slope to her right and away from his forelimb in an attempted effort to resist his weight, skull still lowered due to the fact that he held her upper jaw captive. In an attempt to both keep her opponent on the ground and to suffocate him before he managed to right himself again, the wraith would yet again allow her right forepaw to leave the safety of the earth as her weight distributed evenly among her three grounded limbs, forepaw attempting to travel towards the upper portion of Seraphim?s neck where the lower jaw meets the neck and just beneath the chin(accessible due to the fact that Seraph does not have his chin tucked in his last post), attempting to press her paw firmly into his flesh with the help of her weight in hopes of cutting off his flow of oxygen. Defenses would remain relentless throughout her attacks; her skull lowered to protect her vital jugular, her chin tucked against the curvature of her neck, jaws gaping and lips unfurled to reveal yellowed incisors. Tail would now find sanctuary between her hind limbs as it pressed protectively against her underbelly, abdomen tensing as limbs spread equidistant apart, each appendage bent slightly at the knee to lower her center of gravity, toes splaying and nails biting into the soil for traction. Eyes would remain as narrowed, metallic slits and her triangular ears would fold against the contours of her skull, hackles raised along the nape of her neck while her shoulders rolled forwards and her neck scrunched to further protect her neck. This was a battle to the death, after all, and the wraith had no intention of losing due to faulty defenses.







MORPHINE vs SERAPHIM

for

DEATH


round

I ? II ? III

ATTACK attempt to clamp down onto seraphim's mandible (AKA lower jaw), seeking to fracture or break the jaw to render biting useless for seraph (i explained how this is possible in my post. i don't think this is pp for me to assume because it's a fact that only the lower jaw does the biting/unhinging in a wolf). attempt to step on the area beneath seraph's chin with her right paw, hoping to suffocate him and prevent him from righting himself as she attempts to cut off his oxygen flow, utilizing her weight.

DEFENSES skull lowered, chin tucked, jaws gaping, teeth exposed, tail tucked, abdomen tensed, limbs spread equidistant apart, knees bent, toes splayed, nails digging into soil, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched.

INJURIES deep bruising to front of left shoulder, eighth-of-an-inch deep puncture wounds to the center of the bridge of her nose and the roof of her mouth, bleeding mildly.

A pinching pain flared in his right cheek as the witch?s teeth would sink in only slightly before they were quickly removed. Her face would drop and the man would latch on to her upper jaw with his own. Searing pain now affected him as Morphine snapped her muzzle closed with a force that could break. Without much consideration he recognized that the right side of his mandible had been fractured by the impact. He would still be able to bite with his left side, but was unwilling to risk further damage. In immediate reaction, he would tighten his grip upon her nose and make the conscious decision to release her once he met the ground.



His body would reach the floor fast, gravity pulling the massive brute down and taking his opponent partially down with him. In the instant he made contact with the dirt, several acts would take place: his jaws would part and he would pull his head back and close them again to protect his fragile mandible; his right leg would fall from the shoulder of his opponent back to his side; his tail would tuck against his stomach to protect his underside; his roll would begin, powered by the momentum of his fall, and he would thrust his left leg from the ground toward her lower chest near the exposed area inside her raised right leg. He hoped that thrusting his paw into this spot would cause even the slightest disturbance in her balance, maybe cause a small bruise, and give him a bit of extra speed in his roll back to his feet.


Claws would make contact with the skin along the left side of his neck as he rolled away and removed his throat from the spot where Morphine aimed to drop her paw and he would feel blood slowly begin to soak the fur there as he leapt deftly to his paws just a few feet away from the witch and swung his hips to meet her head on again. Quickly, Seraphim would reset the defenses he had lost on the ground, allowing his tail to snake back out to be even with his spine as he spread his legs slightly an equal distance apart and lowered his body slightly with his knees bent, ensuring optimum balance. His claws would dig into the ground as he tightened the muscles of his abdomen and shifted his weight slightly toward his toes for increased speed in his first movement. Hackles would raise and shoulders would roll forward as he lowered his head and tucked his chin against his throat. His eyes remained narrowed and his ears remained pinned against his skull through the duration of their fight.



The brute would then loose his attack on the woman, charging at her in a sprint and lowering his head in an attempt to meet hers, hoping that this act would disorient her and throw off her balance, and aiming to give her a concussion from the impact. A moderate bruise would bloom on his own skull from the impact if it occurred, but he would ignore it. Immediately upon reaching her, with or without contact to her skull, Seraphim would swing his hips around to come perpendicular to her left side and shift his balance to his hind legs. His fore legs would rise from the ground and he would try shove into her side, his left leg on her shoulder and his right at the top of her ribcage, and aim to knock her to the ground. If he succeeded, he would drop the entirety of his weight onto his front paws in the hopes of breaking ribs and/or dislocating her shoulder. If he should fail, Seraphim would allow his front paws to fall back to the ground and spread his weight equally again while backing away to prepare for Morphine?s next assault.




Round 2 of 3 v. Morphine for Death



Attacks: Tightens grip on her upper jaw slightly and holds until his falls. Releases her jaw and removes his leg from her shoulder, completely relinquishing his hold on her, and kicks against her lower chest in the right ?armpit? area. Charges and attempts to butt heads. Swings around to her left side (like an "L" with Seraph being the tiny bottom part) and tries to shove her onto her right side with his left paw against her shoulder and his right paw against her ribcage. If she falls, he will drop his weight on her to try to break ribs.

Defenses: Eyes narrow, ears flat, tail raised, head lowered, chin tucked(My interpretation in Round 1 was that lowering his head against his neck was protecting his throat - as stated in that post, I intended that it was tucked to protect his neck and also said when he went to bite Morphine's jaw he did so without removing his head from his own throat. However, aly clarified for me today that having his head lowered in that post gets judged separately from having his chin tucked, so I wanted to let you know about my confusion in case that affected things any! [Raii is a fruit]) knees bent, widened stance, weight focused slightly toward toes, shoulders rolled forward, claws dug into ground, hackles rose, tightened abs.

Closed mouth after release to protect right mandible from further injury. Tail tucked against his stomach only while he was on the ground to protect his underside. Rolled away from Morphine upon hitting the ground. If he fails to knock her down, will back away to put distance between them and prepare for her counter.

Injuries: Deep bruising to his left shoulder, sprained ankle from the leg swipe, bruising to the left side of his torso from hitting the ground. Shallow wounds from Morphine?s first bite to his right cheek and from her second bite on both the top and bottom of his lower jaw. Fractured right mandible. Moderate cuts from Morphine?s claws on the left side of his neck. Minimal bleeding from wounds on mouth and fact, moderate bleeding from neck wound. Bruising on his forehead if he makes contact with Morphine's.





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