When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. On the tip of her tippy toes, what an absurd manner of movement. Her front limbs taking turns kicking out in front of her, as if she was a newborn calf, toes spreading to expose the slight webbing between them. The quick motion only to be slowed as the pads of her paws smack into the ground below. Gracious in the manner of precision, until her hind legs clumsily stumbled to keep up under her. She had awoken to the idea just that morning, could she creep around on the tips of her toes and go unseen. Lula had said no, You'll look like a big oof who has much stuck in her paws. Lula was not only right, her tippy toes were far from quiet and sneaky. Stop that already, hissed Lula in a disapproving tone. You've been at it for an hour and I don't think you know where we are anymore. This was very true, but in her defense she rarely knew where they were anymore. How can Lula get so mad when they were lost to begin with? Crunch. The gentle sound of a twig beneath her foot would draw in her attention. Her ears giving a twitch as her eye falls into focus to the area around her. As her head swiveled to favor the view for her right side, her left settled closed in a relaxed fashion. One-eye, tip toeing dirty fae such as herself was surely a sight to see. A view many would choose to ignore. The growl from her stomach would gather a stern warning as Lula grumbled, We've been hungry all day, can't we eat? Mekala snickered, chirping back in a matter-of-fact tone. It certainly is physically possible. Lula was quick to answer, thick with sarcasm,Oh thanks for the nature lesson, genius! Pushing her paws into the ground she focused on the realization that she had stopped moving. When did that happen? Picking up her legs one by one she twists about her paws as if making sure they were still working. We really should get you a sign that reads, DANGEROUS: NOT SAFE FOR CHILDRENS. Mekala snarled, a high pitched announcement leaving her form. NAG! The sound of her own voice made her form shudder, before angrily marching forward. What was the point of having a voice in her head if it was only going to nag her?! Even if the nag had kept her alive. Her nagger had a good point, her pace slowing by a few paces to take in her surroundings on a serious matter. Where was she anyway? How far could she off traveled to be starring at a collecting of rocks? As I think, When I choose to speak, Lula's fuss,

The stench of another was what drew the demon out from her hole, a abandoned den by some other wolf but for the last few nights it had served as her place to be. Morgana drew her self out of the deep den that had been carved into the soil beneath her feet. It had been two years, she had vanished long ago without any word to anyone within these lands. It was doubtful anyone would remember or know the chaotic women, alas it was time to make a change. With a brief yawn escaping her, it wasn't long before those frosted gems settled upon a dirty-golden form. One that did not care for themselves to maintain what beauty they obviously held. But the form was seemingly dirty, matted and over all just a mess. A snort almost escaped her dark form but such was held back with a mere sigh, stepping around the boulder only to find her self behind the fea those lips drew back in a smirk. "What is such a pretty lass doing all the way out here?" Silky teasing tones left the older she-wolf as those eyes once more looked over the one before her, perhaps she should add her own touch to this dirtied form. Mark it with blood and a scar to remember her by, just perhaps..

When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. Mekala was awkwardly testing the rock in front of her, many of them lined up like big stone stairs that lead upwards. To the heavens? Pfft, if that were true she couldn't of found herself there. Her ears quivered at the nearby movement, but her body failed to react as quickly as it should, her head barely turning as the other choose to speak up. What is such a pretty lass doing all the way out here? Mekala's squinted, starring at the figure as if waiting for her to take it all back. It spoke to us, Lula murmered as if over-joyed, It did, Mekala answered, not so pleased. It was difficult to talk to others who hadn't had an idea about her, she didn't always enjoy it either. Besides, this being had caller her 'pretty', how insulting. How.. how insulting! A loud snort flared up her nostrils as her body turned, planting her rump squarly in Morgana's line of view. What was this to mean? Even she hadn't a clue, but Lula found it humorours as her skull rattled with giggles. As I think, When I choose to speak, Lula's fuss,

Twin orbs blinked in unison as they locked onto the one before her, an odd creature this one was proving to be. Perhaps tearing into this one wouldn't be such a bad idea after all, for they were proving to be quite slow and even..dumb? It was hard to say as the chaotic women watched the one before her, ears flicking as that mind went over with ways to deal with this one, take a ear or maybe the other eye. A few toes, that matted tail? That tongue? It was hard to say for she for once was having a problem with decisions. The smell of rogue clearly wafted from Mekala's form, no one would miss her. Making an audible click with her tongue Morgana stepped forth, testing the matted wolf's boundaries.

"Yes, I did speak." The words left the french maw once again, tail swaying side to side as that head lowered slightly, an ear or the tail. The bigger appendage seemed more ideal, it would be easier to remove then an ear..then again she could have to get closer to the fea and then strike. Ahh, decisions, decisions..

When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. With the twitching of her ears, her head turned around to watch Morgana as she approached, the stubborn in her refusing to budge. Yes, I did speak. Mekala's jaw dropped,, gawking at the female as he body turned awkwardly to put her head by her rump. It heard us! Her gaze had adjusted, starring flat out at Morgana like she was a side show atraction. Are you magic? The words came forth without any thought behind them, her voice rough from lack of use but carried an gentle tone to them. Her body twirled around after the question and she bounds towards the female. Smacking her paws onto the ground between them, her rump wriggles up high in the air. The stance was more than playfully as her tail flickered like a uncatchable flag. As I think, When I choose to speak, Lula's fuss,

Closer and closer those ashen paws brought her towards the target before her and yet it seemed her words had quite the effect upon her, strange indeed but perhaps she had been lucky and guessed what the one had been thinking. Those eyes blinked once the fea took odd an odd position of placing that head right near that rump, staring back at her. A good eye and one lifeless one, interesting to say the least.

"Perhaps.." The teasing vocals left her with ease and yet it seemed the decision was made for her. With the one bowing before her in a playful stance, it left those ears open for attack. That body lunged forth as those inky lips pulled back in a snarl; jaws open and ready to snap Morgana aimed for the Left ear, intending on ripping it from that dirty-golden crowned head before her.

Morgana Vs Mekala for Maim of the Left ear.

Round 1 of 3?

Defenses: None.

Attacks: Lunged forward in order to grab a hold of the ear.

When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. Mekala invited the approach of Morgana, her tail still flopping about in the air like this was to be the best thing ever. With the intentions of being careful he body twisted so her good eye would be kept from paw range, it was the only one she had left she couldn't dare lose it. The tension didn't reach Mekala until her ears caught up to her twitching ears, the goal not understood until the hot breath of Morgana settled against her left ear. You idiot! Lula screeched throughout her skull, Mekala's body bracing for the pain she couldn't avoid. Morgana Vs Mekala for Maim of the left ear. Round 2 of 3 Defenses: Protection of her right eye, Attacks: None. As I think, When I choose to speak, Lula's fuss,

Teeth met fur and flesh, clamping down on at least the upper half of the ear the chaotic women would begin to move her weight back, fully intending on ripping this ear to ribbons. Though it was strange that this one wasn't putting up a fight at all, perhaps too shocked? Whatever the case the chaotic women took this it into her own advantage, if Mekala proved to pull away it would only cause far more damage then what Morgana was doing alone. Ah well, their loss, not something Morgana would care about in the least. The first steps in the bloody path she would forge, given the time. Though other things had been coming to mind, only if she could find a suitable male.


Morgana Vs Mekala for Maim of the Left ear.

Round 3 of 3

Defenses: None.

Attacks: Pulled her weight back once having a hold of the ear.

When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. The sharp fangs of the other gathered up the flesh of her ear, her feet scrap from under her in an attempt to pull herself away. While the pulling only made it worse, she couldn't fight the urge she held to free herself. She would in fact assist in the complete tearing of her upper ear, the other had managed to have a well enough grip to clear the tp of her ear like it was nothing. The pain was tolerable once the pulling at stopped, some blood splattered across her golden muzzle as her form skips off a few stones away to measure the situation. Rubbing the side of her head onto the stone making an effort of soothing the wound with it rather than her paw. Great, now you have one ear and one eye, Mekala snorted, the last she neded was a comment from her non-rent paying occupant. Morgana vs Mekala for Maim of left ear Mekala's loss. Injuries: Removal of the top several inches of her left ear, non-fatal. As I think, When I choose to speak, Lula's fuss,

The taste of blood and fur lingered in her maw, but the ear was soon swallowed by the chaotic women of whom only stepped forth with now a bloodied smirk. "My, my, what a delicate treat." The french fea purred, only to step forward again those frosted eyes looking for something else to remove. "Shall I take something else?" Morgana would question, she was more then ready to strike again and rip something else from this seemingly slow fea. Whatever the case, Morgana hadn't tasted the flesh of another for quite some time and now, once having gotten a taste she wanted more.