Tired she was, of the fools attempting to push her backwards and forwards; striving to chew away at her confidence and feed her the lies of her imprisonment. It was time for her break, time to return to her home and to her purpose. So badly she craved to free her sister, but she knew it was too dangerous; Impra would have to hold on. ?Hang tight, sister,? she muttered beneath her breath, standing against the open, evening plains of Valhalla?s sickening scenery. A void sense of empty threat would roam her feminine features, the ever-strange looking girl standing squared amidst a world so unfamiliar. It was Winter now, and yet no snow blessed their grasses. Alien, she felt, a wintry vulpess trapped within an endless summer. But for no longer. A single bark would announce her challenge for freedom, she cared not who came, only that somebody would yield to her summoning. Satis vs. ? ? Round 0 of ? For Freedom.

 

"Oh but you really are a pretty thing," Syrinx's vocals melted forward and were meant to dip aross her ears and press against her ego. While there was, as per usual, no sexual pull towards the damsel he would give her that much credit. He would even go as far to say that he was impressed by the fact Isardis did seem to constantly produce beautiful children. He was no liar and had long ago accepted that the hellraiser's children were particularly pretty. Syrinx let his tongue effortlessly glide over his inky lips and it wasn't but a mere moment more before syrinx pushed his backside against the ground. Eyes didn't leave Satis--instead he watched her and merely rumbled out a calmed call for his dearest sister. Chrysanthe. She would come, of this he was certain--and he had a proposition that was going to help everyoone involved, "I'll be getting you out of here, pet," the man's face was clearly void of trickery, and yet he expected the other girl to say something. Surely she'd find it curious how efortlessly he would speak; no? But, withholding how she would act-Syrinx had a task to preform.

There was quite a bit to be done - but regardless she would respond o the prisoner's call. She was about to take a trek to Glaciem to speak with said prisoner's father, but it seemed that she has other plans in mind. Rankless, she had no right to challenge the way she was - it destroyed the point of taking we in in the first place. If prisoners could challenge for their own freedom then why did it take a rank to challenge to imprison another at all? Still, the alpha would appear, only moments after her own brother, hearing the last of his words before she would cut in.

"Girl, I do hope you have been enjoying your stay." She would speak, no emotion behind her words, but honestly her people were not the kind to mistreat a prisoner. She was to be watched, kept within the borders, and that was that until Chrysanthe found a way to trade she and her sister out of here.

"This girl is to be traded back to her own home for the lives of my stolen council. I would rather no harm come to her, and yet he is still so eager to fight." She would step onto the scene, with Syrinx and Satis to her left. Her now apparent good side. "Are you here to watch, brother?" No, she doubted that. He must have something else in mind. "Or do you truly want her for yourself?" She would suit his kingdom better than her own.

She left a good amount of room between she and her prisoner, able to see both she and her brother from where he stood.

Move 0

The red monster who had proven to be her downfall would crawl free of his hidden lair, the pride he exuded accompanying lyrics that would attempt to seer into the folds of her mind. Satis wasn?t a proud creature, certainly not like her father and sister, but rather never understood the comments cast to her appearance. She was aware she was different, but what exactly made somebody ?pretty?? And so the girl would stand with the same level of dwindling confidence she bore moments before, her skull unbloated by his endeavours to speak down to her. He was intimidating, but she had come so close to his defeat on the battlefield she wouldn?t cower with fear; she held faith within her abilities, even if she wasn?t entirely familiar with them yet. And besides, she had no other option. She didn?t understand what he was suggesting, though the arrival of Chrysanthe and her blossoming voice would only cause presumptions to stir. Jaw tightened at the realisation of The Leader?s damaged eye; Glaciem?s influential had no mercy, and the damage they had dealt was enough for the girl to dread ever being on the wrong side of her family. Satis held no desires for faul maiming, though she would apprehend the day it was requested of her. Ears would pin as golden gaze remained fixated upon Chrysanthe, lips curling at her selfish suggestions as the girls defences would begin to rise. Perhaps she would have listened to what the man had to say, if it wasn?t for the sovereign?s suggestion at his desires to ?want her for himself.? Eyes would narrow, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws unhinging, balance distributed equally as limbs would square, chin tucked to protect the vital jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles bristling, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest lowered. She was going to fight regardless, ?I am not just a Pawn to Trade, Miss.? Her tone was not so hostile as it was one of explanation, and it was in that moment the compact torpedo would have her battle plan. Cautiously she would begin to crawl towards The Alpha?s right, if Chrysanthe moved then they would dance. Getting on her blind side was of the upmost importance, and if it meant trotting circles around the Magpie then so be it. She held no sickening plan to destroy, as those of her family did, but bore purely a mindset of loyalty and of self-proof. She just needed to get home, and if a prisoner could not be held at bay by the power of an alphess, then there were no bars to keep her in. It was with determination Satis would attempt to lope towards the right side of Chrysanthe, positioning herself at an angle that should have only just allowed her left shoulder a position of potential contact*(see ref). With attempted precision Satis would jut her left shoulder blade as her forequarters would remain slightly more right-wards than her hinds, hoping to compel her way into Chrysanthe?s blind side and cause a forceful collision into the duo-toned wolfess? right rib cage behind the elbow. She would crack ribs if it allowed her, the drive from her hinds certainly packing enough punch, however she would hope mostly for traumatic bruising and winding. Hopeful now that the leader had staggered, Satis would momentarily bring her weight onto her hinds and attempt to reach her left forearm over the shoulder blades of her opponent; to rest there, and to use her weight as leverage to get higher, and to try and keep the ?enemy? close to herself. Right forelimb would aim to retain contact with the ground via pointed toes, brought back beneath her chest and out of harm?s way, whilst hips would begin to swivel left, hoping to remove her backside from Chrysanthe?s reach and re-align their angles; where left ribs almost aligned with the empress? right side. It was then that gaping jaws would hungrily stretch forwards, muscles unwinding within her spine as her skull would angle left-wards; attempting to inflict a serious and successful blow to the injury Chrysanthe already bore behind her skull. She would hope for the direct district of spinal vertebrae and its muscle, loitering directly behind the pointed cap of her crown; hoping to sink lower canines into the right side of the existing wound, and left upon the opposite side. She would strive to hold, and to tighten as best as she was capable. Satis vs. Chrysanthe ? Round 1 of ? For Freedom. Reference: How Satis attempts to approach- http://puu.sh/5tN8N Attacks: Aiming to slam jutted left shoulder blade into Chrysanthe?s right rib cage, then to lift left forelimb up and over her shoulders for leverage, and finally to bite the previously wounded area (occurred during the siege vs. argent) on the nape directly behind the skull; rotating her hips left, right forelimb tucked in defence under her chest, however still in contact with the ground.

The woman would think she had the right to start her own fight for her freedom. She was a prisoner here, and only for a short amount of time at that. The tiny woman would throw herself into a fight, and Chrysanthe would respond accordingly, acting immediately. Moving away from the woman, she would slip away from her, refusing the fight. Chrysanthe had never planned to fight her at all, and with that in mind she was fully prepared to move away from the little lupine before she could do any lasting damage. Throwing it all together, she would sigh once she was away from the uniquely pattered vixen, rolling her shoulders and glancing at her brother. "If you think you can keep her under control, have at it." With that the alpha would look Satis over, a frown on her lips and her eyes narrowed. "I never planned to keep you. But now your life doesn't lie in my hands." If Isardis had refused to trade the prisoners for his daughters she would have released them afterward opposed to endangering her pack and keeping them around for no reason.

But since she was so very eager to make both of their lives harder, she would suffer the consequences. Her father would no longer know just where the hell she was being kept to top it all off. "It lies in his." Syrinx had said that he wanted her - all that he needed to do was claim her and take her to her new home with him.

ooc: default win for Satis I suppose?

In Regards to Satis' default win

Because Chysanthe forfeited the freedom fight Satis is the victor and cannot be challenged for until 2 weeks have passed.

What a coward; her attacks would go unanswered, and as Satis sunk back upon the realisation that she would not be offered a fight, it would become clear that Chrysanthe had more sinister intentions. Eyes narrowed as her hackles continued to bristle, gaze flicking from the red-faced woman and her russet company. Now, Satis had never truly had anything personal against the Valhallan leader, but as she came to realise her weak gut and lack of nerve, the expression that dwindled her gaze would grow to be one of brittle disappointment. No wonder she and her people lost their war, their leader held no passion for her title. Not willing to become a victim of their plans, Satis would hold her gaze to the Valhallan leader, ?If you are so incapable of besting me then I am not yours to trade,? and with those words the oddity would turn, and without a single glance back at the foolish beings, she would lope for the northern lands that had so long been her home. Don?t give up, Impra! -- exit Satis