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this thread is set during vi's challenge on valhalla; i only created this in a separate thread since dee and brie seem intent upon keeping that thread closed from here on out.
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The snake in the grass finally s t r i k e s. She has a vigorous appetite for vengeance--has been ravaged by this unsettling famine for far too long and now hopes to slake it through the only means necessary: bloodshed. She craves to admonish the negligent pretenders that had ransacked and seized her home so effortlessly and now seeks to obtain the retribution she and her family are entitled to; she desires to thieve the metaphorical crown she had discarded back within her covetous grasp where it is destined to remain. Oh, how long she has yearned for the kingdom she had abandoned in her youth, and now she is determined to take it from the russet companion of a would-be tyrant whose own pride is on the line as she strives for a secondary crown. How pitiful it would be for an oppressor to lose a potential empire and ally in one sitting; yet the phantom deity is strictly indifferent towards such political matters and simply wishes to return to her throne and haven that she has been denied for much too long. With the refined poise of a seasoned juggernaut, she maneuvers away from the proximities of the gathered crowd and her manipulative kin without a word or indication to her malevolent intentions, robust appendages seeking to propel her south of the ring and directly behind her scarlet adversary. Though, she does not intend to play the role of the cowardly assailant who attacks her opponent?s rear--she only strives to create a second arena where her own gory combat can commence. Once she has successfully distanced herself from the remainder of the spectators, she baits the russet sovereign with the guttural snarls of sinister intention, velveteen lips peeling back to expose gluttonous incisors that pose as the woman?s potential guillotine. ?Come, defend your crown! Though she is no stranger to a mercenary?s game; she knows that battle is dangerous play especially when one?s authority is on the line. Thus, she settles into a defensive stance as if she were born to portray it--skull descending over her breast to align with the remainder of her serpentine spinal column while her tail unfurls loosely at her ankles and her hackles prickle aggressively. Shoulders roll forward and her neck scrunches slightly to encumber the front and sides of her neck in a protective layer of excess fur and fat while her ears sew against the contours of her crown and her glowering gaze of mismatched silver and violet narrow to thin slits. Sinewy appendages space themselves equidistant apart and she distributes her weight evenly among all four, bending each limb slightly at the knee to enable her with quicker reflexes while her toes spread slightly and her dulled nails grapple the compacted earth beneath her. Abdomen tightens and ravenous jaws fall slack before the paladin tucks her mandible against the curvature of her neck, incisors gleaming with murderous intent in the most challenging of manners. She wants this--she needs this. For her kin, and for herself. Artemis vs Sibelle for Arcanum round Zero of unknown attacks none defenses set ; refer to last paragraph injuries none

D?gmar's heart thumped in her chest as she turned her head toward the call? toward the challenge. A wicked grin spread across her maw. Now was this interesting. She recognized the voice as belonging to the pale ghost that had fascinated her for some time now, the ghost she'd debated about searching out if things didn't work out with Sibelle. Yet here the fates had intervened on her behalf. Artemis and Sibelle were to duel for Arcanum. This was much more acceptable. She could respect Sibelle if the fae won far easier than she could with the pack simply being handed over to the russet woman. It wasn't really until you bled for something that you knew whether or not it was worth fighting for. D?gmar moved swiftly and soon arrived to see the young fae tensed and thirsting for battle. Oh what a marvelous sight this was. The mottled femme had not the words. D?gmar offered merely a nod of respect before moving out of the way and picking a good vantage point from which to view the fight. "I have sworn no loyalty yet after the changing of the guard? I look forward to watching you battle." And serving the winner.

Novocaine had been ridded of the horrible, horrible disease only a few days before. His body was beginning to recover now, his limbs no longer shaking as they held his weight, and his muscles no longer ached from the near endless seizing that had wracked him towards the end of his ailment. Still the boy had not been too keen to separate himself from his sister. She had been the one to drag him out of that hell and he wasn?t quite ready to lose her protection quite yet. When the white wraith had answered a call upon the battlefield he had been at her heels. His own littermates had found their own ways there but he had paid them little enough attention. In fact his steel gaze had remained on those exchanging blows, until Artemis had begun to retreat. Quickly rising to his paws he followed after her, giving her space. When it became clear what his older sister?s intentions were Novocain retreated even further, leaving space for the fight that would no doubt ensue. With a smirk he turned his attention back towards his sister?s target, a russet woman he did not recognize. Pity the silvery woman no longer seemed to hold the pack he had once been a part of, he would have very much liked to see her humiliated. Talk like this

The Elysius family was made of only the most perfect beings that laid paw upon the Earth. Her blood was made of everything pure about the world. And Angel had nothing on them. Artemis was a warrioress from the pits of hell and the lines of heavens alike. She had faith in her family. Always. Forever. No one could ever waver her from thinking such. The woman was a beautiful Wolf. Her fur was white as snow, dipped in ash and rust to apply a little bit of taste to the pallet. Her eyes were of the sky, but deep as the ocean. Nephele was something out of story books, but better. And it was obvious. The Lady heard the first call, a challenge of insolent beings. A blood bath she cared to be no part of. Though, when another call was heard the Princess instantly stood from her resting spot and took charge to the lands of the battlefield. Her elegant paws met the earth in such fury not even Hades himself could muster up enough intensity. Nephele was thoroughly excited. Her family's name was ready to take its place once again, to be the leading pack within the lands of Alactrica. The woman charged in to see a crowd already. The battle of peasants. A crimson Queen and a snow Queen. Though, her attention was instantly shifted to the lady she called her sister. Artemis. The woman moved closer to the scene, taking her spot to the side of her kin. The nymph let forth her luxurious words without another thought, "Take your crown, sister." Nephele smiled and took a step back to let her sibling do what she had to do.

It was about time.

The pallid brute's attention was jerked from the beginning battle between the old bird and the russet bitch, when his sister moved. Crimson eyes followed her, and he shifted his body moving as well, as she began her own challenge- creating an area where blood would spill. His eyes then landed on the form of Novocaine, a brother he hadn't seen in a long time. The Elysius family were rising again, and it seemed everyone was coming home- or returning to the fold. Cerberus watches his sister, as her defenses set and his crimson eyes gleam with the prospect of the upcoming challenge. He calls through the crowd, his words for Artemis alone. "Make them break."

He cared little for the politics, rather he cared more for the forest that this bitch and her people had claimed. His forest. He wasn't ready to wage the war he intended on the land- to ravage it, and place his family at the thrones. Not yet.. All around him, the drums of war began to beat- the tensions in the air palpable, and thick. Today two kingdoms would either rise or fall- all at the hands of thus four wolves. The Elysuis wolves would return to their power, their glory at the paws of his sister. Of that he had little doubt. The russet bitch who claimed the throne of Arcanum- wouldn't know what hit her.

She would break.

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will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?

He had heard the call from the red bitch who'd whelped the brat who'd waltzed in and attacked an Arcanum wolf, saw Daegmar slink off to follow it. Maybe she was curious, maybe she wanted to know the outcome for some nefarious purpose, he neither knew nor cared. He just waited a reasonable amount of time, then heaved himself to his feet and followed. Since Arcanum was called together by a stranger, he felt irritable, out of sorts, and battered in the maelstrom of fury and memory that was his blackened soul.

He had not given himself to this stranger. He knew nothing of her, and had no trust for her at all. He hadn't always agreed with Cat's leadership, had really not liked her at all, but he'd respected her leadership authority. And now... she'd just tossed it away, kicked dirt over his loyalty like it was meaningless, and walked away from him and the entirety of Arcanum. Some of them had simply left - he knew several of the slaves she'd taken had certainly taken the opportunity to escape the pack, and many others had chosen to walk away rather than get caught up with a foundering pack. He wasn't certain yet what he chose - he was biding his time, waiting to see what the one Arcanum wolf he had real respect for would do, but Daegmar was hard to read. Would she go? Would she stay? What she did, he would do also. She was a thinker, unlike him, and he trusted her to read the situation as he could not. Akemi, he still had hopes that she would come to her senses and not stick around, but she was as stubborn as he was and would probably follow where he led... and he didn't trust himself to make a decision that could put her in jeopardy, so he'd just follow Daegmar.

Which he was literally doing, right now, as he trotted into the battlefield. Her scent led him right to a ring of wolves surrounding two combatants - one the red woman, one the white wolf who had healed him after his battle with the pink king who had kicked his ass. His eyes passed indifferently over both before finally resting on Daegmar, who even as he watched moved away somewhat to begin a second ring for a second battle. Challenges, apparently. What was it about challenges that made everyone who wanted a pack come out of the woodwork at once? Jealous of the attention?

He was interested to see that the challenger here was the white female he had met briefly immediately before he joined himself to Arcanum, then Elysium. It had been following her fading scent that had actually led him to the pack. So now she was challenging for it? Hmph. Could be something he might want to know the outcome of. A chance for their new alpha to prove she wasn't just a puppet, or a chance for this pale fae to take Arcanum entirely.

The black male stalked over to slouch at Daegmar's side, gold eyes fixed on the scene. Would this Sibelle even have the balls to answer the challenge with her benefactor locked in battle and unable to come to her rescue? Time to see. A faintly mocking grin flashed his fangs as he settled himself. Just get this fucking over with so he could move on to more important things, like his own life.



"Speech"

the sins of our father, the sins of our young

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NAUSICA let me be your PANZRAM The woman heard the call of the first lady. The Crimson Queen, she recognized the vocals. But, when she heard the second call the woman perked up. It was much more intense. It was darker and much more beautiful. The behemoth of a yearling got up from her and her brothers den. She shook out her delightful fur and rolled her lovely shoulders. Nausica was not really one for packs but the second call enticed her. Whether her brother would come or not was up to him. She was excited to witness a fight of Queens. Therefore her massive paws would carry her to the place of battles. The area where Kings and Queens fell like flies. She enjoyed to see slaughter and spirits collapse. The sadistic bitch slithered into the scene with her head held high. She was already one of the largest Wolves in the scene. Broad paws crunched down on the messy snow as she witnessed the first fight. Though, the one she payed attention to was the alabaster woman who stared down the russet bitch who tried to claim Arc. Nausica sat down in the back, watching it all unfold. She was mildly interested. Yet, non of her lovely words were heard. Speech.

Vi fighting against Erani for Valhalla was one thing. Having someone fight for Sibelle's newly claimed pack was another. Maija's fur immediately bristled as she heard the white stranger call for her sister's audience. Even though she was surrounded by her children, Maija rose to all fours and watched as Sibelle made herself known to the girl. Her brows furrowed and a low growl sounded in her chest. She was not happy at all. As Sibelle walked to face the demon, Maija followed after her. She softly padded behind her sister, making sure that nothing would happen before she met the other's challenging call. Her gold paws touched the ground with a bit more oomph than usual, making her presence known. Maija's growling ceased, but she kept the ugly snarl on her face when she was within the girl's eyesight. Leaf green eyes flashed menacingly towards her, but she focused on Sibelle's frame before she stepped out. "Fight your best, sister...You are an Armada, and a definitely strong one at that." Even though she was not fond of Isardis himself, his lineage was indeed the kind others would crave. Maija's children began to surround her and she took the few steps back to be nestled in their presence again. speech here

The male would trail after his mother, heeding the call that had arisen from newly acquired pack lands. His aunt hadn't been leader long, and already someone was trying to take her place. A snarl would rip through his teeth, fur bristling as if on cue by his mothers own reactions. The crescent marked boy would walk at an even pace beside her, his massive frame towering above most, his green eyes remained sharp. His mother would speak towards his aunt, obvious dislike for the challenger evident. He would glare at those present, the other family who dared challenge his aunt. And should the opposing side play dirty, Eon would have no problem charging into the fray. He would stand by his mother as she came to join them, toes flexing as his body tensed, ready for anything that might happen. He learned fighting from his mother, and if need be, he would use those skills today. "Pretty low, stealing someone's place as rightful queen after barely receiving it." He would whisper to his siblings, disdain for the others negligent choice. Talk like this

Excitement was in the air and Pandora was breathing it in. She was enjoying herself by watching Auntie Vi finally making her move. Her claws dug into the ground, making levels of dirt rise and fall around her individual toes. Turquoise blue eyes twinkled in the relish she had from watching the bodies collide. Red and white, both largely obvious and filled with muscles...she felt like she was sitting on a throne, brandishing a staff against marble slab as she watched them like the spectators below. Oh, if only she could hold onto that thought for a moment longer. Something else happened that made her thoughts disappear. A howl summoning Sibelle Armada was what broke through Pandora's imagination. Sharply, she turned her head in the direction of the silvery white ghost and her barriers slightly rose. As Sibelle walked towards the girl, Pandora noticed her mother doing the same. The cobalt beauty turned to look at the already gathered crowd for Vi and caught the familiar face of Raw looking in her direction. Realization registered with him and she softly smiled at him before turning back to rise and walk with her siblings. Her tail lightly bumped against Freya's as they hurried to support their aunt. Rather than be really upset by this chain of events like Maija, Pandora was intrigued. She had never seen this ghost of a wolf before, and the aura she gave off was hard to resist. The part of Pandora that desired to be noticed and thrive upon the negative energies of the world perked its small head from the shadows, wondering who this girl was. Even though she was challenging her aunt, Pandora was sort of impressed at how the girl held herself. It was true that Pandora would lay down her life for her siblings, but only when it came to uncalled for threats and murders. This girl was simply wanting to challenge for something she felt she had a right to, and Pandora didn't see the harm in it. She didn't voice this to any of her siblings, for she knew that they wouldn't see her way. Instead, she watched with an intense gaze at how Maija's snarls and glares were used before coming back to settle with her children. Pandora then watched Sibelle, wondering how she would carry herself for the future battle. Her haunches found the cool ground beside Bella and she wrapped herself around her sister as the opponents got ready. Talk like this

Like her brother, among others, Akemi had yet to swear allegience to the new russet woman who had Arcanum handed to her. She hadn?t yet had the oppertunity to speak with Hati one on one, though the small woman was patient and sure that the time would come. She padded along, following the scent of her brother and a former packmate that she had yet to come to know very well. Her movements were purposeful, smaller form working to catch up to the male she looked up to. Body would slide up next to his on the snow before she settled herself, looking to the white woman who stood ready for battle. It seemed these days battles were a thing to be readily enjoyed. She too was wondering about getting into a spar or two, to keep her skills sharp, though holding her own against Hati for as long as she did brought the young woman some pride.

She was capable and strong, despite her small size. She was a women who would not fall like a fly before the mighty, but rather stand beside them. Her siblings bore names of gods and goddesses, and though she did not, she knew there was strength within her veins. She would set a single paw down gently on Hati?s own, ears perked a bit, though her gaze was on him. The girl, while an adult, still looked to her older brother to guide her in some ways. She was capable of standing on her own, but her love and respect for him kept her at his side through thick and thin. After a moment she would look back to the battlefield, waiting for the events to unfold and reveal to them who the victor was in this fight.






talk, think

The dame had full well heard the howl, and the notes in the song drove a spear into her very core. A challenge? But this pack had just been claimed by Sibelle, she hadn't even set her own sent in the land and someone dared to challenge her? The usually extremely shy slave snapped her jaws and let out a broken growl, her own vocals not used to making a sound such as that. The creature slinked to the battlefield, her rusted red form hugging the earth and she broke into a hunkered trot. Others had arrived before her, but she didn't focus on that. Boldly she met the bitch's eyes that dared fight her Lady for her lands. They hadn't even settled in yet. "Are you fighting dirty because you know that you cannot win?" She spat, her pale blue eyes narrowed into slats. Anger was a strange emotion for Ekko, it made her feel all hot and sticky. But she couldn't help it, she was beyond mad.

The petite dame stalked forward a few more paces, her hackles raising as she considered fighting this pale female in place of Sibelle. "You couldn't wait to sink you fangs in, could you? You have to strike her before she has a chance to even settle her ranks?" Vanom flowed from the tiny female, usually so quiet and reserved and here she was showing her face, not bothering to hide her scar as she stood up for her mistress. "This is a dangerous game you are playing." She said with a snap of her jaws, not backing down. She simply stood close to the other female, looking like she was going to attack this stranger herself.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Good luck aly! If you agree, I would like Lu or Andy to judge this :)

A crowd had begun to grow rapidly, surrounding the arena in numbers far to vast. It would take far to much time for the pale Queen to arrive, and when she finally did, she thought it necessary to give a speech. A bored sigh would roll from her lips, her gaze slipping towards Maija who had taken a seat beside her. Slowly her nieces and nephew would trickle in, taking a seat around herself and their mother. Verdant gaze would rest on the red Queen, a smirk tugging at her lips as her voice lashed out like a whip towards her adversary. Her friend would attack without warning, lunging towards her opponent, giving the woman little time to prepare. Out of the corner of her eye, a pale form would slink forward, one that was unfortunately familiar. Tattered ears would swivel on top of her crown, as she became aware of the ghosts growing proximity. Before snarls could leave the girls mouth, the Queen was rising, turning to face the girl. Lips peeled back over ivory daggers as hackles lifted. The power hungry bitch could only be after one thing. Her crown. She paid no attention to the crowd that had begun to gather, paid them little attention, her gaze focusing on only one. Defenses slid naturally into place. Eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, ears pinned tightly against her crown, her skull would align with her spine as chin tucked against her throat, shoulders rolled forward to push extra fat and fur around her vitals, hackles lifted high as her tail flagged out behind her, ready to provide balance. Abdominal muscles tightened, as powerful limbs spread and squared themselves, bending slightly for better balance, her toes would spread as well, claws digging into the ground for traction. A vicious snarl would rip free from creamy jaws as she stepped forward to meet her opponent in a new arena. The pale girl was only a few inches smaller than herself, leaving both nearly equally matched in height and weight. But the newly appointed Queen was not phased in the least. Tongue rolled angrily behind fangs as she attempted to close the distance to only a few feet. She would stand tall, an air of confidence surrounding her, blood would be shed today, and one of them would fall, but this girl was after her crown, and she would defend it. No words would be spoken. She had nothing to say to this foolish girl who thought so highly of herself, no matter of her previous victories. Muscles coiled beneath her russet pelt as the Queen launched herself forward, jaws opened slightly. She would charge her adversary head on, stepping to her left at the last moment. Her right shoulder would aim to collide with the righter portion of the girls chest, right in the natural groove between the shoulder and chest, hoping to dislocate the shoulder, or at least bruise the area. Jaws unhinged fully as fangs aimed themselves at the right side of Artemis?s throat. The Queen intended to use her height advantage, no matter how slight, jaws aimed themselves higher up on her opponents neck, behind a pale ear, wanting a grip that would give her control over the bitch. Next her left forelimb will come off the ground, her weight shifting onto her remaining three legs, and she will aim to have the appendage land across her opponents neck, just before the shoulders. Her goal is to put pressure along the girls neck. High legs would have moved back several inches, her right hind leg slight farther back then the left to support her weight and help in preventing her from being knocked backward. SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for ARCANUM: round 1 of 4 ATTACKS: Her right shoulder aims to collide in between the shoulder and chest, where a natural groove can be found, she wants to either bruise the area, or dislocate the shoulder, and hopefully knock her back or off balance. she aims to grab a hold of Arts neck (right side), just behind her ear/jaw area. Left forelimb will aim to land across Arts neck, just in front her shoulders, her goal is to use some of her weight to put pressure on her neck. DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, skull level with spine, chin tucked, shoulder scrunched forward, hackles lifted, tail flagged out, abdominal muscles tight, legs squared and bent, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction INJURIES: None, first round, (though possible bruising to her right shoulder if she collides with Arts chest/shoulder) Speech,

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Freya had never been too keen on fighting, when her siblings had roughed housed she had been to easily tossed about and stepped upon, so the golden girl had rarely participated. Now ever as she was slowly growing it was painfully obvious she would be no warrior princess. Not that is mattered to her, she had slowly been growing more and more curious about herbs and their healing properties, if she couldn?t participate in fights she wanted to help heal those that could.
Still she had to learn some self-defence, and what better way than by watching? When her aunt Sibelle had gone off to answer a call not meant for them, and her mother had followed so too had Freya trailed along. For a moment she had sat, shifting uncomfortably, surrounded by her siblings and watching the exchange of blows between two women she did not recognize, all the while feeling uneasy about the whole thing.
Then a second call had echoed over the grounds, one meant for her aunt. Another challenge? With a rising sense of dread the golden girl kept close to her mother, staring wide eyed at the ghostly woman, and then watching with mounting horror as Sibelle too began to fight. She really wasn?t keen on fighting.



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fighting starts at the **
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They flock to the secondary arena like vultures to fresh carrion, gluttonous and prying in their mannerisms, and yet, the auspicious tyrant only swells with unadulterated satisfaction. Fiends that thrive upon chaos like she ( the carnage enthusiast ) crawl from the woodwork to observe as the bloodbath ensues, and the phantom is only fueled with prospective ideas of potential havoc as each of their presences grace her sidelines. A smirk subconsciously worms its way upon her porcelain countenance and any trepidation she had previously harbored begins to dissipate from her malevolent being as her cryptic gaze ravages the eager crowd, pupils falling first upon the dappled wraith that had assaulted her delicate sister within the Elysius? former domain at the command of a negligent pretender: an Arcanum militant. The phantom deity expects to earn this woman?s spite with her fledgling challenge upon the Arcanum throne, and yet, is pleasantly surprised to learn that the assailant possesses an open mind ( such a rare attribute indeed, especially during a challenge ). Confidence only flares within the paladin?s chest at the woman?s speech, though she refrains from verbally retorting and simply offers her the curt nod of her skull in acknowledgment before her gaze shifts with the approach of Novocaine, Nephele, and Cerberus--her ambitious and youthful half-siblings. Their supporting presences are a gift that only encourages the wraith to perform flawlessly ( for she fights partially in their stead ); and yet, her family?s presence also drives the faintest hint of anxiety into her core. Should she fail, they would be present to witness her humiliation, and Artemis could not help but worry that their faith in her ability to lead their family might dwindle as a result. ?Would you f o r s a k e me if I fall? And with her challenge hails the opposition--a golden woman pursued by an army of indignant children and an imp, both offering her their spite in various ways. The golden woman, through a futile attempt to intimidate; and the imp, through venomous sentiments that would amuse rather than deter. The phantom scoffs at the imp?s insolence, frayed lips elongating into a grin that is hardly genuine, but one that is kissed instead by sheer malice. Through a test of scent, the Elysius deity deciphers that the imp is bound to Arcanum; and yet, she has the audacity to accuse her of foul play! This derives a wry chortle from the ravenous jaws of the wraith as she recalls Arcanum?s attack upon her siblings and how they had been so cruelly outnumbered; was this woman a hypocrite, or simply daft? ?Your queen hardly seems incapable of fighting to me,? the tyrant croons pointedly, gesturing towards the russet pawn with a nod, hoping to enlighten the imp that the stakes were fair. The imp, however, was relentless in her attempts to dissuade Artemis from her challenge, though she would find her attempts to be fruitless for the tyrant, too, was determined and unwilling to discard the opportunity to return to her crown. ?I have waited far too long for this,? she hisses, mismatched silver and violet gaze wavering from the imp?s form and onto that of her adversary?s as she rises to meet the challenge like a true queen. ...and yet, she is not. ** With keen eyes, the Elysius deity observes her opponent as she dutifully approaches--a madwoman on the warpath, motivated by the potential loss of her power; yes, this will be dangerous play indeed. The russet pawn wastes no words upon her and immediately begins her charge to battle; however, rather than set off in an attempt to meet her halfway, the phantom remains stagnant in preparation, pupils locked upon her adversary?s chest cavity in hopes of pinpointing potential movement. Defenses remain secured as Sibelle devours the slight distance between them with lengthy strides, ears sewn against the downward slope of her lowered skull and eyes narrowed to slits of mismatched silver and violet, abdomen tensed to tighten her core, and tail stretched in alignment with the remainder of her serpentine spine, ready to be utilized as a rudder to aide her movements should the situation warrant it. Limbs spread equidistant apart in preparation for the potential collision, each bent slightly at the joints to increase her agility as she allocates her weight evenly between all four, toes splaying from one another and nails grappling into the earth to retain a sense of balance and traction. Hackles bristle along the base of her neck and spinal column while her shoulders roll forward and her skull draws back slightly to safeguard her neck in a protective halo of excess flesh, murderous jaws falling slack with gluttony as she presses her mandible against the curvature of her neck. Velveteen lips peel back to unsheathe ravenous incisors in a feral snarl as the russet queen draws nearer and nearer, forcing adrenaline to run rampant through veins of steel in silent apprehension. ?Let the fields run R E D! When it becomes clear to the phantom that Sibelle intends to overlap their right halves, Artemis sidesteps to her own right with the intentions of forcing Sibelle to remain directly in front of her; thus causing the russet woman?s right shoulder to impact the leftwards portion of her chest rather than the intended right. Moderate bruising blossoms upon her leftwards chest as a result of the impact, though the damage is diluted by the thick padding of the fur and muscle lining her broadened chest cavity and her left hind limb slides backward slightly to stop herself from being pushed too far back by Sibelle?s force. As her adversary?s jaws snake along the right side of her skull in pursuit of seizing the area behind her ear, Artemis seeks to utilize her shorter height to her own advantage by quickly turning her skull to her own right, attempting to perpendicularly ( or nearly so ) align her gaping jaws with Sibelle?s right-sided mandible [ lower jaw ] where ravenous jaws will attempt to mercilessly clamp down with the hopeful force to break or fracture the bone located there [ counter, pending damage from sib?s bite ], top jaw seeking to clamp over Sibelle?s tongue while her bottom jaw seeks to hook beneath the right side [ sib's right ] of the woman?s lower jaw. She wants to see her adversary writhe in pain, and if she must maim the woman to fulfill her sadistic desires, then so be it. The russet pawn, however, does not end her assault there--her left forelimb leaving the safety of the earth in an attempt to wrap about the lower portion of Artemis? neck, but the phantom has no intentions of allowing her this opportunity. The wraith can only assume that her adversary?s balance is likely compromised upon three limbs as opposed to four, and therefore presumably easier to knock off-balance completely; thus, the paladin?s ultimate goal is to upset her opponent?s balance. Therefore, the Elysius deity attempts to shunt her dropped and jutting right shoulder blade into Sibelle?s left armpit area ( where the forelimb meets the chest ) as Sibelle lifts her left forelimb, hoping that the force of her potential blow might bruise the area to complicate movement and force Sibelle to abandon her attempt at wrapping the forelimb around her neck [ counter? ]. Defenses are maintained to the best of the wraith?s ability throughout the duration of her assault, unwilling to grant this woman a leeway for victory. No--if this pawn was going to defeat her, she would defeat her, battered and bloodied. Artemis vs sibelle for arcanum round one of four attacks as sibelle's jaws snake around the right side of her head to grasp the area behind her ear, art turns her skull to her own right in an attempt to almost perpendicularly align her jaws with the right side of sibelle's mandible where art will attempt to clamp down with the hopeful force to break or fracture sibelle's lower jaw. attempting to shunt her right shoulder into sibelle's left armpit area as sibelle lifts her left forelimb, hoping to bruise the area with the potential force of the blow + upset sibelle's balance. defenses ears pinned, skull lowered, eyes narrowed, abdomen tensed, tail aligned with spine, limbs spread evenly apart, limbs bent, weight evenly distributed, toes splayed, nails gripping, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, jaws gaping, chin tucked, teeth exposed. injuries moderate bruising upon leftwards chest, pending damage from sibelle's bite. sibelle's arm around art's neck really wouldn't do any damage but i guess that's pending too lol.

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Adrenaline sent her heart into a frenzy, it coursed through her blood, feeding her drive to win. She refused to be beat by someone younger than herself. The world around her fell away as verdant gaze remained toxically upon her enemies pale face. If blood was what this girl wanted, then the Queen would happily give it to her, no matter the cost. All the while defenses remained intact as best as possible. Her eyes would remain narrowed, ears pinned against her skull, hackles lifted, shoulders rolled forward, and her thick plume aligned with her spine, ready to act as a rudder. Her limbs remained equidistant apart and bent at the joints, toes splayed, dull claws digging into the ground. Chin remained tucked as much as possible, protecting her vitals as abdominal muscles continued to remain tensed. She refused to give this girl any advantage. A growl reverberated in her chest, as she successfully closed the distance between them in a few strides. It had been too long since she lasted tasted the pleasure of battle. Her opponent would remain still until a final fleeting moment seemed to change the girls mind. Her ghostly adversary would step to her own right, keeping the pair directly in front of each other. Russet chest would meet her pale one, a bruise immediately flaring across her hardened chest cavity. Her jaws would not have a chance to reach their intended target before her opponent was whipping her skull around. The Queen would pull her head back slightly and swing her muzzle to the left to avoid pale jaws clamping down on her lower mandible, but she was not quick enough. Fangs would sink into her lower lips, tearing the tender flesh with ease. A vicious snarl erupted from russet jaws as blood dripped from her wound. Her own russet jaws would return to their original position, snapping at her opponents upper muzzle/cheek area in an attempt to fend her off [counter], jaws would quickly retract, jerking away sharply, whether she ripped flesh or not. But her pale opponent didn?t stop there. A pallid shoulder would thrust into the armpit of her left leg just as the Queen would attempt to throw it across her enemies neck. However, the pallid fool would not inflict as much damage as she hoped. Artemis?s shoulder would collide with its intended target, as the Queens back arched to absorb the impact, but due to the proximity of two fighters, not enough force could be gathered to hinder the russet Queen, leaving behind only a light bruise. Continuing with her assault, her russet forelimb would continue to attempt to reach across her opponents neck. The Queen would bring her front end up slightly (about 3 inches), shifting her weight onto hind legs, that have remained in their previous position of her right leg being several inches back behind the left leg for better balance, simultaneously attempting to force her weight forward and into her opponents shoulder. Her tail would aid in her balance along with her claws digging into the ground. Bloodied jaws would aim themselves down across her adversaries face, fangs seeking dual colored eyes. If the porcelain girl wanted to play hard ball, then they would play hard ball. She wanted to leave this girl a reminder, a token of this battle. Defenses remained intact as much as possible throughout her attack as adrenaline coursed through her veins, her blood pounding in hears. SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for ARCANUM: round 2 of 4 ATTACKS: Snaps at Arts nose/cheek to fend her off [counter to Arts bite], followed by a quick jerking of her jaws away from art. Her left forelimb continues to try and land across Art?s neck, just in front of the shoulder blades. Jaws tip downward, aiming to grab Arts face in an attempted blinding. As Sib lifts herself up onto hind legs, she is attempting to throw her weight into Art simultaneously to either upset her balance or just tire her out by forcing Art to hold her weight DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, skull level with spine, chin tucked, shoulder scrunched forward, hackles lifted, tail flagged out, abdominal muscles tight, legs squared and bent, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction INJURIES: bruising across her chest from the impact against Arts chest. Bite to the right side of her low lips, possible tearing depending on what art does next, will scar. Light bruising to her left armpit, not enough to hinder her movements Speech,

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Disappointment settles into the pit of the banshee?s stomach as her russet adversary manages to lurch her skull away from ravenous jaws set to annihilate, though her foe is not fortuitous enough to escape her teeth absent injury. Gluttonous incisors indulge in the savory taste of blood as they tear through the tender flesh of Sibelle?s lower lip; and although it is a pitiful consolation for a potential broken jaw, it is a hindrance nonetheless that Artemis hopes will mar the woman?s pretty countenance forever. Unfortunately, the Elysius deity obtains no grip upon the russet pawn?s lower lip as the woman continues to pull away from her jaws, and as Sibelle successfully escapes her grasp, Artemis, too, lurches her skull to her own left while her adversary impulsively snaps at her face--though she is not quick enough in her movements and earns a shallow nick between leathery nostrils as Sibelle?s teeth glances off her nose. It is a wound that stings but does not deter the paladin from her vehement endeavor in the slightest; no--it would take much more than a miniscule cut to quell the beast stirring within her. Despite the awkward placement of her assault, her jutting right shoulder does little to hinder the russet queen from her movements as it successfully strikes the woman?s left armpit area, though Artemis does not allow her failure to dissuade her from upsetting her opponent?s balance; she would simply have to try harder if she were to manage such a feat. As Sibelle elevates herself, shifting her weight upon her hinds, the phantom takes it upon herself to maneuver away from the woman, fully understanding that what goes up, must come back down. Thus, her hips swing out and to her left as she attempts to position herself at a forty-five degree angle from Sibelle?s right shoulder, hoping to move out of range from the brunt of her adversary?s assault. However, still she is not entirely quick enough to fully escape injury; as she pivots away, Sibelle?s weight is thrust forward into the front of her right shoulder, though with her movement away from the woman and the tight proximity between the duo, only a light bruise is left from where the woman?s chest impacts her right shoulder. Likewise, Sibelle?s attempt at draping her left forelimb around the paladin?s neck is futile with Artemis? movement, though the woman?s left forepaw does manage to land upon the outside of her right shoulder. The Elysius wraith?s adversary is relentless--she will give her that. Abstract gaze views as the russet queen tilts her jaws to the side with the hopes of striking high, and based upon her opponent?s barbaric assaults thus far, Artemis can righteously assume that Sibelle wishes to use her tilted jaws to gouge out her mismatched eyes. With no intentions of leaving the arena blinded, the phantom begins her own attempted assault as the russet pawn?s jaws begin to snake towards her skull. With her hopeful position at a forty-five degree angle from Sibelle?s right shoulder, the paladin attempts to push forward, hoping to impact the woman?s right shoulder with the center portion of her upper chest. She intends to use the force of attempted, continuous momentum with the hopes that she might succeed in knocking Sibelle off of her hind feet and onto her left side, presuming that it might be easier to upset her foe?s balance by attempting to push into her from an angle rather than from head-on. Simultaneously, her own jaws and skull tilt slightly towards her [ art?s ] left, causing her russet adversary?s jaws to miss their intended target in favor of the area just above the Elysius? right brow. Moderate lacerations bloom in the wake of Sibelle?s teeth, festering with blood and extending from above her right brow to the center of her forehead ( wounds that will undoubtedly scar ), though no grip is obtained due to the thin quality of the flesh lining her skull. A guttural snarl rips free of slackened jaws as the paladin registers the pain, but it only encourages her to perform her next maneuver. As Sibelle?s jaws had aimed higher upon her head in pursuit of her eyes, Artemis can only assume that that has likely left her neck exposed--therefore, she attempts to mercilessly clamp down onto the upper portion of the russet queen?s right-sided neck with her jaws while still attempting to push forward, intending to obtain a lethal grip upon the woman?s neck and hoping also to pierce the tendons and veins located there, wanting to see the woman b l e e d. During her attempted assault, defenses remain secured to the best of her ability: mismatched gaze narrowed, ears sewn against the contours of her pale crown, abdomen tensed, skull lowered, and tail streamlined with the remainder of her spinal column. Limbs are spread equidistant apart, each bent slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity while her weight is pushed towards her front half during her hopeful push forward, toes splayed, and nails biting lightly into the weathered earth beneath her. Shoulders roll forward and her skull draws back slightly to encumber the front and sides of her neck in a protective layer of excess flesh and fat, hackles prickling along the base of her neck and spinal column, and chin tucked against the curvature of her neck. Slavering jaws fall slack and her lips unfurl to expose bloodied incisors--as prepared and ready as she could manage given the savage circumstances. Artemis vs sibelle for arcanum round two of four attacks after artemis' swings her hips to her left with the intentions of aligning herself at a forty-five degree angle from sibelle's right shoulder, artemis attempts to push forward with the center portion of her upper chest against sibelle's right shoulder, hoping to use continuous momentum to knock sibelle onto her left side. simultaneously, her skull tilts to her own left and she aims to use her jaws to clamp down onto the upper portion of sibelle's right-sided neck, intending to obtain a lethal grip and pierce the veins and tendons located within the neck. defenses eyes narrowed, ears pinned, abdomen tensed, skull lowered, tail out, limbs spread evenly apart, limbs bent to lower center of gravity, weight centered into front half during her push forward, toes splayed, nails gripping, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, hackles raised, chin tucked, jaws gaping, teeth exposed injuries shallow nick to area between nostrils, light bruise along the front of her right shoulder, moderate lacerations extending from above her right brow to the center of her forehead ( no grip obtained ). notes confirmed by saf that sibelle was attempting to throw her weight into artemis' right shoulder and that sibelle had tilted her jaws to the side while attacking artemis' eyes.

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It would be a great disappointment that her fangs would only bounce off her adversaries nose, leaving behind only a scratch, but she would not linger for long on the thought. The pale girl would once again escape with only lacerations across her forehead that would surely scar, and this was pleasing to the Queen, as now her opponent would have an ugly reminder of this day. The sounds of battle continued, the crowd having gone silent. Her blood thundered in her ears as adrenaline continued to feed her system the much needed energy. For now, the adrenaline would also keep away the pain of her injuries. Her opponent was fast. Her jaws had failed to pierce their intended targets and her limb would fail to grab a hold of the girl as Artemis swung her hips to her left. Both limbs would connect with the ground before her opponent could reach her desired position, joints bending to absorb the impact, as soon as she had balanced herself, her own hips were swinging out to her left in an attempt to keep her opponent directly in front of her. Jaws remained parted, tongue rolling angrily as a snarl burst forth from her throat. A simultaneous flash of fang caught her eye as her opponent aimed to grab a hold of her neck. The Queen would attempt to launch forward, seeking to collide her own right shoulder with the groove in-between the right shoulder and chest of her adversary, her forward motion caused pale jaws to land lower than expected, just above her shoulder on the right side of her neck. Pain would flare across her neck as fangs pierced the flesh, but it was no more than a flesh wound. Artemis?s attempt to push the Queen over would fail as she had repositioned herself, but the russet woman hoped that her opponents forward motion would only increase the damage of their possible collision, perhaps resulting in a dislocated shoulder or a heavy bruise. Simultaneously, her bloodied jaws would snap in an attempt to grab a hold of the upper right side of her opponents neck. Fangs sought to grab a commanding hold of the white bitch, she was desperate for the taste of blood. All the while her defenses remained tightly in place. Her eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, ears pinned down tightly against her skull. Her russet crown was level with her spine, bleeding jaws tucked against her throat and powerful shoulders rolled forward. Thick hackles stood at attention while her tail stood straight, ready to act as a rudder. Her abdominal muscles flexed, while powerful limbs remained equidistant apart and bent at the joint for better balance. Creamy toes spread while dull claws dug into the ground for traction. Today, one would fall, and only time would tell who it was. Her heart would beat with undying determination to defeat her adversary and prove herself as the rightful Queen of Arcanum. SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for ARCANUM: round 3 of 4 ATTACKS: Hips will swing out to her left, and then sib will launch herself forward, aiming the point of her right shoulder to collide with the groove in between arts right shoulder and chest, she wants to use Arts forward motion to increase the amount of damage done. Simultaneously, jaws will aim to grab a hold of the upper right side of Arts neck. DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, skull level with spine, chin tucked, shoulder scrunched forward, hackles lifted, tail flagged out, abdominal muscles tight, legs squared and bent, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction INJURIES: bruising across her chest from the impact against Arts chest. Bite to the right side of her lower lips (torn) will scar. Light bruising to her left armpit, not enough to hinder her movements. Bite to the lower right side of her neck (just above her shoulder). Possible bruising on her right shoulder depending on how Art reacts. OOC: Aly provided a lovely drawing of Arts desired position here which I used as a ref to repositioning Sib. Speech,

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Although the phantom had intended to reposition herself at an angle from the russet pawn as the woman reared back onto her hinds [ refer to art?s previous post ], the Elysius is not as quick as she had hoped, and is disappointed to learn that her adversary has managed to rear back, ground herself, and pivot to directly face her in the same time frame that is has taken her [ art ] to pivot. Thus, her attempts at knocking Sibelle onto her left side are futile since the russet pawn has managed to overlap their right halves yet again; though still, the paladin attempts to push forward, the focus of her hopeful assault now centered within her own right shoulder as opposed to her chest. Sibelle, too, shunts her own right shoulder forward, aligning it again with the natural groove located between the right hemisphere of Artemis? chest and her right shoulder; but since their right halves are now overlapped, this, in turn, would likely align Artemis? right shoulder in the same area upon Sibelle. Therefore, as Sibelle?s right shoulder connects with its intended target between the right side of her chest and right shoulder, Artemis can only hope that her attempted push forward has landed her own right shoulder in the same natural groove located upon Sibelle with an equal amount of force. Due to the tight proximity between she and her russet adversary and the lack of gathered momentum, only a heavy bruise is left to bloom where Sibelle?s right shoulder connects upon her ( as opposed to a dislocated shoulder, which Artemis can only imagine would require the power of momentum )--though still, it is not enough damage to completely hinder her movements. Slavering jaws connect lower upon her adversary than anticipated--incisors ripping through the flesh above Sibelle?s right shoulder as opposed to the upper right corner of her neck that had been targeted. She--macabre enthusiast--knows that this injury is not enough; there is not enough gore, and there is nothing worth maintaining her grip for----this will not make her adversary crumble. Thus, the phantom deity immediately relinquishes her hold upon the russet queen?s lower right-sided neck as she glimpses the menacing gleam of her adversary?s unyielding teeth searching for the flesh of her own neck. But no; the Elysius wraith cannot permit this. Pallid skull quickly rotates towards her own right and tilts back slightly to grant herself a view of her adversary?s snarling countenance, unhinged jaws yet again intending to align themselves at a forty-five degree angle from the right side [ sib?s right ] of the russet queen?s own gaping jaws. The Elysius intends to meet Sibelle?s bite with her own [ counter ] as she had attempted previously; though this time, she wanted to prevail. Jaws would attempt to brutalize and break the lower right-sided jaw of her adversary with a hopeful bite--top jaw seeking to clamp over Sibelle?s tongue while her own lower jaw would seek to hook underneath the woman?s right-sided mandible. She had failed before to break the russet pawn?s mandible, though she hoped now that her movements were quick enough to refuse Sibelle the opportunity to avoid her jaws at a final fleeting moment. The Elysius, however, is still dissatisfied with her adversary?s lack of hindering injuries. Therefore, her own right forepaw seeks to leave the safety of the earth ( balance shifting between her three grounded limbs in the process ) before she attempts to ruthlessly slam it onto Sibelle?s own right forepaw, hoping to shatter her toes with the potential force of her hopeful blow. All the while, her defenses are secured to the best of the wraith?s ability: mismatched gaze narrowed, ears sewn against her crown, abdomen tensed and tightened, tail streamlined with the remainder of her spinal cord, skull lowered, chin tucked against the curvature of her neck, and hackles bristled. Limbs are spread evenly apart and bent slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity, weight evenly distributed among her grounded limbs, toes splayed, and dulled nails grappling the soil beneath her to maintain a sense of balance and traction. Her vital neck is safeguarded in a protective layer of excess flesh and fat as her shoulders roll forward and her skull draws back some to scrunch her neck, tainted incisors unsheathed from blackened lips and gluttonous jaws set agape. Artemis vs sibelle for arcanum round three of four attacks continuing her push forward with her focus centered into her right shoulder, hoping that, since sibelle overlapped their right halves, artemis' right shoulder would be aligned with the natural groove located between the right side of sibelle's chest and right shoulder and would slam into it with an equal force. attempting to yet again meet sibelle's bite with her own, hoping to align her jaws at a forty-five degree angle from sibelle's right-sided mandible where she hopes to clamp down with the potential force to break the jaw. lifting right forepaw in hopes of slamming it onto sibelle's right forepaw with the hopeful force to shatter her toes. defenses eyes narrowed, ears pinned, abdomen tensed, tail out, skull lowered, chin tucked, hackles raised, limbs spread evenly apart, limbs bent at the knee, weight evenly distributed among grounded limbs, toes splayed, nails gripping, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, teeth exposed, jaws gaping injuries ( r1: moderate bruising to leftwards chest ----- r2: shallow nick in between nostrils, light bruise to right shoulder, moderate lacerations extending from above right brow to center forehead ) heavy bruise to the natural groove located between the right side of her chest and right shoulder, pending damage from sib's bite

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Her body was battered and bruised but adrenaline would tell her brain that every was fine. As pale jaws would aim towards her face, something would snap within the red Queen. This girl was out for not only her crown, but her blood. If this bitch, that she didn?t even know wanted to inflict heavy damage on her, then the russet Queen would return the favor. She didn?t care anymore, she didn?t care in what condition her opponent left the battlefield, so long as she left and didn?t return. The heat of battle was slowly creeping on her, muscles burned, her body was becoming sore. One of them would have to give soon, there was no choice, this couldn?t go on forever. With their right halves overlapped, there was no avoiding the collision. Her shoulder would successfully find the groove between a pale right shoulder and chest, however because of their positioning, her opponents shoulder would also collide with the groove between her right shoulder and chest. Bruising would blossom across the area, promising to be sore, but for now her movements went unhindered. Pale jaws would flash in the corner of her eye as her adversary once again tried to grab a hold of her lower jaw. Immediately the Queen would take a step to her left, jaws remaining unharmed. Thick neck would arch simultaneously (with her step), skull tipped to her right and attempted to grab a hold of the top of the pale bitches muzzle and clench jaws together. Both jaws aimed to wrap around the part of her muzzle closer to the girls nose, the Queen wanted to crush the cartilage that lay beneath her pale coat. She wanted to rob this wench of her most valuable asset. The Queen intended to use her height and weight to her advantage again. No matter where jaws landed, if they landed the Queen would attempt to push down, wanting to force her opponents head to the ground. Because of her step to the left, her opponent would fail to break all of her toes. Her pale foot would come down on the outer toes of her right paw. Pain would flare across her ?pinkie? toe as the bone fractured under her opponents weight. The next toe over (to the left) would be heavily bruised by the impact. A grunt of pain would rumble free from her throat as she jerked her paw back in an attempt to free her toes. Defenses remained strong, not ever wavering. Verdant eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, torn ears pinned tightly against her skull. Her crown was leveled with her spine as much as possible throughout her attack, chin did the same, trying to stay tucked as much as possible. Shoulders rolled forward to provide extra protection around her neck, hackles lifted protectively while her tail streamlined behind her to act as a rudder. Abdominal muscles would tighten as long limbs remained squared and bent for balance. Creamy toes splayed while claws dug into the ground for traction. SIBELLE vs ARTEMIS for ARCANUM: round 4 of 4 ATTACKS: Steps to her left to avoid Arts jaws, her neck would then simultaneously arch and then skull will tip to her right, as she aims to bring her jaws down across Arts top jaw. She aims to grab the area just behind her nose/around her nose, so that she can crush the cartilage, possibly robbing Art of her sense of smell. Should she successfully grab Arts muzzle, no matter the positioning, she will then attempt to force Arts head down but clenching her jaws and pushing down with all her strength and as much weight as she could. DEFENSES: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, skull level with spine, chin tucked, shoulder scrunched forward, hackles lifted, tail flagged out, abdominal muscles tight, legs squared and bent, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction INJURIES: bruising across her chest from the impact against Arts chest. Bite to the right side of her low lips (torn) will scar. Light bruising to her left armpit, not enough to hinder her movements. Bite to the lower right side of her neck (just above her shoulder). Heavy bruising to the natural groove between her right shoulder and chest though her movement isn?t hindered. Fractured ?pinkie? toe (the farthest right toe on her right foot) and a heavily bruised ?ring finger? (the toe next to her ?pinkie? toe) OOC: LAST ROUND!! Goodluck, I had fun with this :) Aly and I have agreed that Seren will be judging this, and Seren has agreed. Speech,

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