Dea moved away from the Abaven pack lands, she would much rather follow Archon and his Fallen God no matter the circumstances. She had found purpose with him, and she supposed it was a bit more important, but his God had given her a reason to live again as well. Dea couldn't begin to contemplate the alternatives, but she knew one of them included her father hunting her down, they had never been this long without contact. Dea wouldn't think on that now, currently all she wanted was a drink and a relaxing place to think about all that had transpired. The masked demon could see the divine point in having Sparrow die and thus kill the agreement that Archon held with her, giving rise to greater opportunities for Archon. He could make his church, the way he wanted to! Dea let her feet guide her, finding herself headed north, where she came across a large lake. Waving her earthen tail, Dea moved down to the water's edge and dipped her head for a drink. After several lapping mouthfuls, the demoness moved to lay in the shade of the taller grasses. Dark ears listened for any sign of an approaching wolf, but her pink eyes closed to the world as she relaxed in a sphinx-like position. All she could do was wait for Archon to come looking for her, she could feel it in her bones that he would, an odd feeling to be sure but something told her he would come. After all, she had only stopped to listen to his news and move on, wondering if she should follow him or if it was a sign. During her thoughts, Dea drifted into a light sleep, with the warmth of the late afternoon sun on her back and the cool earth below her. She felt calmer here than she had in Abaven, though, it could have been the fact that she had been shunned by every mortal present. Now she had some time to herself and she could collect her thoughts, hopefully. Walk, "Talk" Think

Everything sucked and Cael was pretty sure if she laid eyes on anyone she was gonna punt them into the next land over just for existing. Having never really had to deal with major emotions like this, it would be reasonable to say that life right now as completely overwhelming her in every way possible and she wasn't really... Handling it well. For the last few days she'd just been curled up in an empty den at the edge of the territory. It was a great place to sulk and cry till your body hurt cause, surprise surprise, nobody in Abaven did anything. There was no way anyone was gonna stumble in and find her.

It took ages of looking on and off, but eventually Caelestis had found Caelum's faint scent far from home. After trailing her mother for some time and wondering what on earth the woman had been doing so far away for so long, the last thing Cael had expected was to find herself at a dead end where the earth smelled faintly but unmistakably like death. It was impossible to tell where the actual body was, but frankly she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Discovering that her mother was gone had hit hard. Harder than anything else ever had. It was worse since she still didn't actually know where Zephyr was. Did he find Caelum?

Wiping her reddened eyes, Caelestis took a shuddering breath and tried to compose herself in the darkness where she lay. Her stomach growled louder than she'd ever managed herself. Food. Yeah, that was a thing. If only it would come find her. For a while she didn't move, but hunger was a powerful motivator and soon she couldn't stand laying there any longer so she swiftly jumped to her paws and exited the den to go in search of a quick meal she could bring back to her mourning spot.

True to form, Cael wasn't particularly difficult to knock off course and soon found herself trailing an unfamiliar scent outside the borders. The stranger smelled of Abaven but honestly Cael couldn't remember the face that went with it. If the other woman had been to any meetings she clearly didn't make much of an impression, huh? At least, not on Caelestis. Still, it was something different to distract herself with and that was an opportunity that was hard to pass up. When she finally got close to the other girl who didn't seem too different in age from herself, no time was wasted before sauntering over. Trying not to look like someone who was deeefinitly crying her eyes out a few hours ago, she'd lift her dark head high and look as aloof as possible.

Eyeing the other woman, Cael found that she was acting and talking before she even thought the words through. "Who're you, I don't remember you. Are you going with that piece of shit, Archon?" Yeah, the words just like, came out. She didn't even normally describe the Abraxas man that way in her head - wow.

Roused from her sleep by a rather rude and childlike voice, asking if she would be leaving with Archon. Though, her phrasing made the hair on her spine raise. Inhaling then exhaling on a sigh, Dea pushed herself up from her laying position to give a dark, droll stare at the girl. While she hadn't made any real attempt to get to know the mortals of Abaven, Dea could recognize the girl as one of the younger members. The devil didn't answer at first, watching the other girl and looking her over as if she was about to be on the menu. Archon was better than most wolves, if this was the behavior he had to deal with from the wolves who made Abaven home. No wonder Sparrow couldn't get anything done. She had felt nothing when the news of the old alpha dying, only a bit of amusement as it meant Archon had an opportunity now to do something truly great. He wasn't held down by a pack of unwilling hosts who did nothing all day, nor was he constantly wasting his potential on a pack that was obviously ill-fit, to begin with. Sparrow could have worked harder to get her wolves to be better, but she too had suffered from laziness and a general...lack of authority. "Following Archon is better than staying in a pack that is doomed to fail because of lazy members." Dea found herself finally saying, suddenly very irritable that the stranger would put Archon down considering all he tried to do for them. She stood then, watching the other, what would the girl say? Dea hoped she wouldn't be forced to hurt the girl, but if it kept going, the devil knew she wouldn't be able to help herself. It had been a while since she had a true hunt, and if the earthen girl didn't find sense soon, there would be blood. Why she felt so defensive over Archon, she couldn't say, but she would never let someone talk about him that way. The wicked woman took it very seriously and personally that the girl would even think to insult a wolf who tried to pick her pack up off its knees. Maybe that was where Abaven belonged... Walk, "Talk" Think

Cael snorted at the girl's reply, using it as an excuse to get irritable. Maybe she was stupid for starting shit with someone she didn't know. Her mom would have been pissed. But Caelum wasn't here anymore, and Cael didn't know what else to do with her pent up emotion but sulk in her misery - which hadn't really been helping - or do what she was doing now. Start a fight for the hell of it. Hell if she knew why that was her gut reaction, but grief was a funny thing and she wasn't really in the mood to ask questions.

"Coming off as lazy is better than following idiots with god complexes like sheep. I guess that's what you are then, hm? His obedient pet? Is it cause you don't know what they're like, or is it because you're just as bad as the Abraxas? Either way, good riddance." Yeah, there was no stopping her now. The words just kept rolling off her tongue and before she knew it she was stepping back a half step to give herself room, shifting her posture closer to a fighting stance and curling her lip. No matter what she said, Cael still sort of liked Archon, but there was so much complicating things that she couldn't help but spout off some of the crap that caused her such frustration. Honestly, why'd he have to be fun? Why couldn't he be awful and murderous?

The electric pink gaze of the demon became piercing as the Abaven girl snorted derisively at her, pupils expanding with an instant dislike of the other female's demeanor and idea exchange. Who was she to question the Hell-Queen standing before her? Just another stupid mortal, doing more stupid mortal things. Dea watched the girl as she replied cooly, "I highly doubt you have enough brain power to comprehend my reasons for sticking with the living...but, I am sure you would understand if you could." Of course, Archon had informed the entire pack about Sparrow's passing, and the waspish reply was meant as a stab at that wound. The demon watched the girl's body language and stance change, though she remained standing firm in a confindent and open posture, she did mirror the female, prepared to fight if she had to. While within the borders of Abaven, she had been under instruction not to harm any of the pack members unless provoked. Would this count as a provocation? Did that rule still even apply now that Archon left the sorry bunch of mortals to their slow demise? Dea decided she would worry about the social consequences later, and focus on the girl in front of her. There was a small piece of her that missed her old habits, and the call for blood was growing louder in her ears. Soon, there would be no holding back. If Dea had cared for the girl at all, she might have warned her about the coming storm. She might have told Cael about the time she beat an Abraxas trying to claim her as a slave, or how she came to fall into step with Archon. Hell, if she had given a single rat's tail about the girl, Dea would have gotten to know her better. That wasn't what she felt called to do, right now she felt only the call to shed blood. A slight insult was too much, but call a queen a pet and you will find the guillotine.   Walk, "Talk" Think

It was probably a very good thing that her parents weren't here to witness her cause they probably would have kicked her ass for what she was about to do, and she would deserve it. Her thoughts were scrambled, her head, heart, and very soul seemed to hurt and all she wanted was a little external pain to quiet the noise in her mind. Yeah, she'd been trying to egg the other girl on, but when Dea fired back with her snide remarks Cael felt her hackles raise down her spine. Her lips peeled back in a snarl, a growl rising in her throat.

"You won't enjoy living so much when I wipe that look off your stupid face," she hissed as she shifted her legs to be equidistant, centered under her shoulders and hips with her weight evenly spread across them. Ears fell flat against her skull as her eyes narrowed to slits before she burst forward in an attempt to close the distance between them head on.

Cael rushed at Dea, aiming to stop close to the other girl and immediately throwing her own right shoulder forward hard with the intention of connecting with the left center portion of Dea's chest and leaving some heavy bruising with the force of the blow though she's probably damage herself too. Cael's right front paw would snap down and seek to land atop Dea's left front paw with as much crushing force as she could manage, hopefully resulting in moderate bruising.

Simultaneously Cael's head moved to the right, jaws parting and seeking purchase on the left side of Dea's face at the back of Dea's jaw. Cael's upper jaw would aim for the spot behind Dea's jaw where the soft flesh below her ear was, while her lower jaw tried to close in where jaw and throat met. Cael wanted a controlling grip of the other girl's head, though some moderate lacerations that would hopefully earn Cael the coppery taste of blood in her mouth would be equally as acceptable.

Caelestis vs Dea for Maim
Round: 1/?
Height: 40 inches
Build: Medium
Notes: I'm pretty sure we decided on non judged? Also Bird pls remind me to discuss what our girl's facial scars are gonna look like so we can plan our moves accordingly lool

Watching the rage cross over the other's face, Dea spread her weight to ditribute it evenly on her legs, ready to move at a moment's notice. Her head lowered defensively to better protect her throat, and her ears flattened against her crown while her bright pink eyes narrowed hatefully. In the brief seconds before impact, Dea growled and back peddled, just in enough time that the point of her left shoulder collided painfully with Cael's right shoulder and left her paw stranded for the hard stomp delivered by Cael. The result would be a very stiff and bruised left shoulder with a moderately bruised and sore left paw in the morning, but that bit of pain had Dea seeing red. As she snatched her paw from beneath the other woman, Cael struck to aim her jaws at Dea, and a blow that had originally been intended for a controlling grasp behind the jaw found purchase instead on the left side of Dea's face thanks to her reverse motion. Fangs dragged down the left side of Dea's face and opened up long gashes on either side of her eye while leaving smaller, less defined lacerations on her brow and cheek. This was a new level of pain that lanced up and down the demonic woman's spine and bounced around in her head like a white-hot lance to the face. Howling with rage and pain, Dea reacted in kind, striking left to aim for Cael's right ear. She parted her jaws and hoped to wrap her fangs around the delicate appendage then jerk as hard as she could to her right, shaking her head viciously side to side. Blood clouded her left eye as she made her attack, hoping to pull the woman to the ground where Dea could properly maul her, or at least tear the ear. There had been blood drawn, and Dea would pay the woman back in kind. Dea vs Caelestis for Maim Round: 1/2 Height: 40 inches Build: Medium Notes: Yes, we said it would be a non-judged fight ^_^.  Dea's battle scar has already appeared in this post :) I am unsure what Cael's will be, but I did message you on Discord <3 Also sorry this post kinda sucks XDD Walk, "Talk" Think

Her opponent had changed her position in such a way that Caelestis felt her teeth ripping into Dea's skin, drawing blood and causing the paler woman to lose her absolute shit. The howling and rage that came from Dea was... satisfying. Hah, despite herself Caelestis found the corners of her lips were pulled back not just in a snarl, but in a wicked smile. The adrenaline from the fight and her moderate success thus far was just intoxicating. It wasn't quite what she hoped, but, it still did enough for her to not want to back out just yet. She was having a good time. So she kept her ears flat, legs spread equidistant, eyes narrowed and tail even with her spine and prepared to launch a new attack as the other woman came flying closer with jaws agape hoping to repay Caelestis for the bloody mess that her face was quickly becoming.

Caelestis found herself reflexively leaning a bit to her left away from Dea, but a bit of loose ground had her losing her footing and suddenly there was white hot pain lancing through the right side of her face as Dea's fangs connected, ripping across the right side of Cael's face over her brow, the white canines only narrowly missing her eye. Cael shrieked in response, pulling back for a moment before the teeth could puncture her eye or something. With blood already running down the side of her face, obscuring her vision, Cael snarled. She sought to turn and face Dea head on, lowering her head a bit before launching forward with her head tucked neatly down towards her chest. She hoped to ram her skull into Dea's throat, dead center in her neck with the intention of either causing her to choke and gag, unable to breathe or more ideally to do lasting damage to the woman's wind pipe.

Simultaneously Cael would reach forward with both front legs, her weight shifting to her hind legs as she sought to rake her claws down the fronts of both of Dea's legs. Cael's left front leg aiming for Dea's right front leg, and right front leg for Dea's left front. Maybe she could scrape them up really good if she had enough force behind the attack. Tail stayed flagged out for better balance as she lashed out, her vision cloudy and depth perception skewed as warm red blood kept trickling down her face.



Caelestis vs Dea for Maim - facial scarring
Round: 2/2
Height: 40 inches
Build: Medium