She had been lingering, sticking to the shadows of the battlefield, watching it all unfold. Apollo had battled a silver bitch and fallen, tumbling beneath her. She had been tempted to rush to his aid, but she wasnt even sure what the fight was about. It wasnt until he was herded away that she realized he had once again lost his freedom. All while his own father stood idly by. Anger burst in her chest, spreading like fire through her veins. She would wait for everyone to disperse, slipping from the shadows and following in the footsteps of those who had taken her love captive. Ebony legs ate up the ground until she found herself on the outskirts of a pack, though Apollos scent led right inside. Indigo eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. She would stand silently for a moment, contemplating what to do next. They would be weak so soon after battle. But she didn't want to just gain his freedom, she wanted to make these wolves pay for stealing her loves freedom. Dark crown tossed back, a demanding call leaving her lips as she summoned the alpha of this pack.  Someone would die today. That much was for sure. And Apollo would go free. Defenses settled into place as she stood at the border, senses on high alert as she waited to be greeted. The scent of pack suffocated her, but Apollo was now tied to this place. Her thoughts would quickly turn to Hypnos. What if she died today? What would become of her son? Uncertainty wavered her decision. But now was not the time to be uncertain, she needed to maintain her resolve. She would be going home to day. And so would Apollo.   "Burn Baby Burn"

He was silent, slipping along his well worn path along the boarders relentlessly before a howl would echo forth harsh and demanding. Asking for an alpha… He had not claimed that role in quite some time but at the same time he struggled to ignore the call since his wife had just come home from battle. Well… Why not, what was the worst that could happen? Slowly he would turn, making a quick u turn on his path and meander back to the call. He would make her wait, taking his time to arrive to her location at the boarders. She was already set, defences laid and for this reason he would stop a good 10 feet away from her to give him a good amount of breathing room should she decide to attack with no warning. Acidic gaze would fixate on the black and gold woman but he would not speak, simply staring at her as he waited. Shoulders would roll forward, head lowering slighter as ears pulled back and lips curled. If she wanted a fight he would give it to her but still he would stand and wait, allowing her to state her case.

She would wait. And wait. And wait. Before finally, a large dark man approached, just as her patience was about to snap. He would say nothing, just stood about 10 feet away from here, simply staring. Her anger was already ready to burst, and his silence just the final snapping point. He smelled of the pack, and while he didn't behave nor carry himself as an alpha should, he had answered her call. A life for a life. Lips peeled back to expose ivory daggers. "A woman here has taken my mate as a captive, and for that, you will pay with you life." A nasty sneer curled dark lips, eyes glinting with blood lust. It had been far too long since she had last felt the adrenaline rush of battle. Defenses locked solidly into place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, head level with spine, chin tucked, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, tail straight and aligned with spine, lips curled and weight evenly distributed across all for limbs. She would strike quickly, hoping that her smaller size would make her quicker than the giant before her. She would seek to close the distance between them with rapid, lengthy strides, aiming to come at the man head on. At the last moment she would shift to her right, her left shoulder jutting forward, aimed at the center of his chest. She sought to connect the front point of her left shoulder with the center of his chest, hoping that their height difference would allow her shoulder to strike lower and perhaps knock the breath from his lungs. Her skull would tip to her right, preparing for her next attack. The dark tyrant would then unhinge her jaws, seeking to grab a hold of the left side of his throat, just below his jaw, wanting nothing more than to rip his throat from his body. Top sought to land behind the curve of his lower jaw, while her jaw thirsted for the tender flesh near the center of the front of his throat. Simultaneously, her left forepaw would seek to leave the safety of the ground, her weight immediately redistributing across her hind legs while hind limbs also spread wider and bent deeper, her left hind paw sliding several inches farther back than her right, all to stabilize her position. Immediately she would seek to slam her left forepaw back down on top of his own left forepaw. Adrenaline flooded her system as she longed for the taste of blood on her tongue.   "CHRYSEIS vs KYLAR for DEATH: round 1/3 11"

Her anger was palpable, rippling the heart off a fire through the air as they stared at each other for quite some time before she would hiss and spit venomous words at him. A woman here.. Well that was probably Cat right? Taken a mate? Well that was probably most defiantly Cat. Ah rampages... A sneer would twist it's way across his lips and immediately his defences would set, lowering himself closer to the ground. His defences would slide into place with practiced ease, joints loosening to lower his centre of gravity, toes splaying  to provide any extra balance as claws flexed and dug into the earth for traction. Eyes would narrow, lips curling to gather loose flesh around orbs, ears flattening against his skull. Hackles lifted as shoulders rolled forward, neck arching to protect throat, chin tipping down to add extra protection before jaw would unhinge.  Stomach would tuck to gather core strength, back arching slightly as tail snapped out behind him in a neutral position that could easily be manipulated up more to be used as a rudder or to be dropped and tucked in case of attack. Hind left paw would slide backwards slightly, leaning back in preparation as he simply chuckled. What could he say? He would fight for Cat's deeds, he had no issue with this. Then she was running, launching herself forward with incredible speed. He had left the distance between them, it gave him time to prepare... Hind legs would bend further, jaws unhinging slightly as he expelled all air from his lungs in preparation. He would remain stationary, allowing her to come at him and close the distance on her own terms. She would veer at the last moment and bodies would collide heavily, her shoulder hitting the bone of his sternum with enough power to push the tiny bit of air left in his lungs out as well as pushing his body back a few inches. Numbness would spread across his chest, a sign that a sever bruise would form there later... He knew that feeling all too well. Her head would tip, ears tipping to her right as jaw tipped left, fangs parting to seek a hold of his neck. Simultaneously he would attempt to drop his skull, nose tipping to his right [chrys's left] as fangs parted attempting to latch onto the right side of her neck, upper jaws looking to hook along the left [far side from him] side of her spine right above her shoulder blades while lower jaw looked to press against her carotid artery. He would feel her jaws come down along his neck, half way between his shoulders and the base of his skull with top jaw on the far [his right] side of his neck and lower jaw on the side closest to her [his left]. Fangs would sink in deeply, blood trickling from moderate wounds to flesh and muscle. He would take note of her shift of weight, of her left paw leaving the ground. As she redistributed her weight he would attempt to push forward, trying to straighten hind legs and throw her off balance. Her paw would come down, slamming down on his own right, adding pressure to knuckles but doing little more then cause a moderate bruise due to her smaller weight. He would attempt to lift his own left leg, balancing on his hind and right legs, swinging it up in a wide arch to attempt to slam it down on her upper back just behind her shoulder blades. CHRYSEIS vs KYLAR for DEATH: round 1/3 (because dee copies and pastes like a boss) WORDS HERE

And the winner is...

Kylar! Due to Saffie not posting in time.

Kylar now has the permission to kill Chryseis.