Perfection had so rapidly morphed to a disaster; a blue brilliance, a boy, a magnificent aura of power, of fidelity. A piece of his chilled heart had been granted to the maturing greatness that had once been his son, a dedication to prosper, a promise of protection, of devotion. He had sworn to his own life that that boy would live for Isardis, and that Isardis would live for him. That The King would risk his own sanity, his own health to keep the boy within his reach. And for one promise, and one expectation- loyalty. That this faultless, ideal son of his would offer his body and mind for an eternity of allegiance, as his father would he. The terms? To stay, to serve, to care. But it had all been far more than the child was capable of, and as quickly as love had come for him, hatred would make it?s claim upon The King, who needed no more than a return of faith, a sharing of blood and royalty. So heartlessly and selfishly he had pulled from his father?s protection, from the commitment of his family, purely for the desire to get a taste of being king. But had it been worth it? Did the boy flee because he believed he would not be supported in his choice of leadership? Or did he flee out of ill-intent, out of his raw fear of reality, and of commitment? All it would have taken was a request, for the boy to engage within the dedication of his father?s intellect, to seek the blessings of stretching the family?s power to new territory. But he couldn?t do it, could he? Was he that pathetic, scared, ruined? Had something glitched within the blood that bound his veins that caused him to stray from the ways of his lineage? Was he truly broken? And just like that perfection became flawed. Any who would imagine The Northern King to march towards his hatered would not have imaged him to saunter the way he did now. Slowly he lumbered, his gait though unflawed, was heavier than seemed usual; his mind clouded with doubts that rattled the splinters of his spine. His heart lay shattered beneath his ribs, and only three pieces were misplaced; Sendoa, Argent and Taurig. The only lives he had adored, the only lives he dedicated himself to. But did each of them brew with sinister intent, to steal the shard and beat his sentiment to a bruised and bleeding pulp? Did they all seek to destroy him? He offered them no less than everything he had, what was his would be theirs. Perhaps? oh, just perchance, Taurig had infected them with the desire to devastate? And so quickly, so dangerously rapidly, he would find a regretful anger at the contemplation. And just like that a life, a boy, would beg and plead for an unwanted death. He stood at the borders now, and the scents that lingered savaged his core. Sendoa, Taurig, and Argent? She had been here, he just knew she had. Now she was gone, dead even- and it had to be related to Taurig. He remained motionless, eerily silent as the first gasp of dawn would threaten to show behind the breast of the mountain. A sway that switched between squared limbs was tainted by the convulsions of expectation, and of tragedy. Wasn?t it such a waste, to have to wound a life he had created? And a life with such promise. His eyes were hazed, as if computed by the demands of a higher being; as if the royalty was no more than a machine, a pawn to the violence and obsessions that loitered his mind. Taurig had ripped his love and family apart, and he would continue to eat away at his father?s being until he was eradicated. Oh if only Taurig hadn?t made the mistake, if only he hadn?t thrown his own life on the line for the sake of an opinion. And Argents life, did she betray him also? Would she too die because of Taurigs self-interested failures? He shuddered, and jaws would gape as a hurling of gag-reflexes would thrust his nape outwards into a dry-retching; as if trying so gravely to vomit the anger and betrayal from his shell. He would not howl, no he was incapable. Instead a cry, a bark of agonising intent would crawl so eerily from the ghouls pipes as he stood illuminated by the mauve suggestion of first-day. The angel of death he was, as blackened wings would unfold about his form, dripping with the inky crimsons of demise. Gaze would grow oppressive, eyes glazed by his inability to blink, heavy with the dehydration they now exuded. And lower jaw would unhinge to expose salmon tongue within, lolling as a false pant would rock his skull upwards, and down. Unconsciously his defences would rise as his voice would seek, ?Come, betrayer; it is only the beginning of a journey to take back what is mine,? your blood, and my heart. He would fall into a zone, a mental paradise of tunnelled vision and thought; nobody could pull him from the tainted heaven he had entered. Taurig did not deserve death, he did not deserve the peacefulness it would bring, he deserved only to endure a living hell. And just like that the enemy became his only means of escape. Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 0 of ? For Total Blinding and Potential Castration ooc; I understand this may be rejected due to the Siege, but it?s happening regardless of if I have to wait or not. Good luck Wolf, you know I love you and Taurig! This is nothing at all personal, as I?m sure you know by now. <3

It was still dark outside. Not a creature stirred. The birds didn't chirp their good-mornings, the squirrels weren't out gathering breakfast. The deer slept peacefully, the threat of death non-existent for the time being. Even the air seemed to be holding its breath, as if expecting something to happen. And maybe something would that day. The cobalt Re had been expecting it since the day he had left Glaciem. Isardis had let him off easy when he had given him these scars. That was not the end of it. Not by a long shot. Valhalla had taken up the Ice King's attention for the time being, allowing the ghost to focus his anger and hatred towards a larger mass of wolves. Though now that the Re was acquainted with some of the Valhallan wolves he wouldn't wish the ghost's wrath on them, part of him was still glad that his once father had something else to occupy his time. But that time was drawing to a close. The war between Glaciem and Valhalla was nearly over and when it was, Isardis would come after his head. Not only for the betrayal, but because he had taken two of the most precious things in his life; Sendoa and Argent. Albeit, his aunt had come willingly when he had claimed her for the seige and Argent had too willingly given herself to Taurig that night some time ago, it didn't change the fact that they come to the cobalt knight. They had been forbidden from ever seeking him out, but what good did that do? They still came to him, regardless of the albino's wishes. And now his once son would pay for it. The Re had invited the golden woman Maija to sleep in his den the previous night and her lighter frame was curled up against him, head resting against his paws, his chin draped across her shoulders. So beautiful; so peaceful. Skull would lift, neck craning backwards as he took a moment to simply watch the golden woman sleep. She was aware of the hatred Isardis harbored for him, but would she be prepared for the outcome if the two titans came to clash? Would she be prepared to loose him? He wasn't prepared to loose her. Or Argent. Or the children he had with Cataleya, despite not really having spent much time with them. He didn't wish to die, but it seemed that it could be a real possibility for him with Isardis still breathing. Churning thoughts would keep the man from returning to his slumber and so with careful movement he would extract himself from Maija's embrace, careful to remove his paws without waking her, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead before slipping out of his den to greet the graying morning. He barely step out when the faint echo of a call would reach his ears. It was short, something to catch attention; His attention. He knew that voice. It was calling him; calling him to his certain death. The angel of death had come for him and there was no point in trying to avoid the inevitable. Nostrils would flare, chest inflating as he took in a huge gulp of crisp morning air, letting it fill his lungs until he could take no more, lips parting as his breath escaped in a huff. Taurig would turn back towards his den, icy shards glancing over the golden woman's figure one last time before he would turn away, powerful ebony limbs pulling his massive frame towards the sound of the voice. Each step reverberated through him. He could acutely feel the steady drumming of the organ in his chest, like a drum counting the moments before all hell broke loose. Would Maija realize that he had gone? Would she come looking for him? He surely hoped not. He didn't want her to see his life disappear in the jaws of the angel of death because it could easily take hers too if it so wished. Cobalt features would become unreadable, a stony mask of indifference as he slowly made his way to borders of his own kingdom, plume curled high over his hips, stance rigid, eyes like shards of ice; empty. There were no feelings of hatred, no anger; nothing. Just a cold indifference and determination. He would not go down without a fight; not after getting this far. The familiar cherry tinged figure of his once father came into view, illuminated in a sickly glow in the breaking dawn. The look that possessed the man was of one who was deranged. What demons had possessed the albino this day? Taurig would come to stand several feet away, allowing the border to his territory become a line between the two opposing titans. Steel-like muscles would bunch and tense beneath his cobalt coat, knees bending ever so slightly. Tattered ears would fold back against his skull, icy shards narrowing to slits. Limbs would readjust, allowing his stance to become wider, toes splaying evenly to distribute his weight equally, talons kneading the soil beneath him for traction. Plume would uncurl to come into alignment with his spine, shoulders rolling forward to scrunch the loose skin for added protection. Ebony dipped muzzle would tilt downwards to block access to his vitals, gaze focused entirely on Isardis. Come who may, he would not loose focus. The only here that mattered was the ghost. He would not die today. Taurig vs. Isardis for possible castration and complete blinding Round 0 of 3? Talk like this

Tortuga had become her home. Her older brother had accepted herself and Falk, taken them in without so much of a blink of an eye. She had spent her days exploring her new home, finding it rather enjoyable though she not yet met any of the wolves that resided there. But then there was her sister. Her dear little sister. Had foolish run off to be with their father. The thought still fueled the fire that burned in her chest. She would get her little sister back. One day. With or without her brothers help. Sleep claimed the lands. Not a single sound to be heard. But there seemed to be a sort of tension. As thought nature waited for an explosion to happen. She had not been in her den, but instead was up, wandering the terrirtoy, finding herself unable to sleep. A booming voice pierced her ears, causing the triangular pieces of flesh to fall back unpleasantly against her skull. It was not a voice she recognized. It drew her to the source. Upon her arrival she found Taurig. Never before had she seen her brother is such a way. He stood as still as a statue, not a muscle twitched, his face unreadable. Her emerald gaze left her brother to seek the figure he stared at so hatefully. Pools of verdant hardened into ice, narrowing dangerously. There was only one wolf that would fit the description. Her father. Lips curled back against ivory daggers, audits pinning against her crown. Hate began to seethe from her pore, it oozed from creamy jaws. Not a word was spoken, tension was thick enough to cut. It would be herself that broke the silence. "Isardis." Low tones dripped with unbridled fury and hate. Never before had she hated someone she had never met. But the distain she felt for the man was immense. She had taken her place beside her brother, standing behind his left shoulder a few feet away. Russet plume twitched behind her, indecisive as to whether to curl high above her hips or to continue to twitch with agitation. What had brought the man to her home? She knew nothing of what could possibly bring him to the borders of her families home. Yet here he was. Standing at the border, barking threats at her brother. Crown would drop, chin covered her throat. Frozen pools never left the pale form of her father, though she found herself attuned to Taurigs every movement. A fight would surely take place tonight. It was only a matter of time. Talk like this

She had gone just to get away from the places she had been staying for the war, wandering about, trying to clear her head. Further and further she went, not even paying attention to the change of terrain now. No, it wasn't till a call was let lose that she realized where she was. Tortuga wasn't far away, and that howl sounded like the same one from that day the ice king had maimed his own son, Seraphine's friend. With a low growl she would move quickly, gliding over the land, mismatched eye focused on the volcano where the pack called home. A few minutes would pass, and coming within view were the men and a stranger. Isardis stood at Taurig's border, obviously he had lost his mind once again. And Taurig, standing there still as a statue, it looked like he would be fighting back this time. The scarred girl would stop a few feet away from the two men, off to Taurig's right side but respectfully outside of his border. Though she knew him, she would still only cross if he gave permission to do so. She'd sit back, holding her head high, eyes narrowed as she watched. What would come of this fight? "normal. talk. think. you." Awesome image by Maka <3

The fact her brother had left home was what caught her interest yet the way he moved it was clear he was on a march towards some where. The tension about him had been more then enough to cause the fur along her spine to stand on end thus rising from her frozen den the serpent would slither her way from he den and the place she called home to follow her ghostly brother. Yet the course was clear enough after leaving home; she knew where they were going Tortuga her nephews territory no doubt this could be no good what so ever. Another fight no doubt but one she'd be there for however as she silently supported her albino brother it was hard to say who she'd truly support in this fight. Coming across the land and hearing her brothers demanding yet agonized words the wraith was silent as she moved off to the right simply to sit down. It wouldn't take long for her nephew to make his appearance with a stone expression set no doubt it was hard for the boy to deal with such a thing more then once. The scars that littered his body was due to her Isar no doubt maiming him some time ago perhaps for him leaving Glaciem without a blessing to claim these lands as his own. Whatever the case this indeed had not been the first time her nephew had faced her brother; seeing him as he was now was something a bit disturbing and the serpent wasn't easily disturbed. What had possessed her cherry blossomed brother to be like this? What demons had he conjured up to act in such a fruitless way? If anything the wraith knew at one point in time this would be his ultimate downfall. Silently completing things her icy gaze would drift from one to the other; offering no words as she watched. Torn at the best and at the worst worried.

Taurig?s death would come soon, but perhaps not today; Isardis came with a plan, to give Taurig everything the boy had given his father. He had stolen Sendoa and Argent from his sights, fuelled the duo with a craving to loiter places unseen, to blind him of his access to their doings. He had denied Isardis the reach of his children, masked them and fed them lies to make them believe he wasn?t there, and to encourage Isardis into a presumption of their nonexistence. And so today, Taurig would be blinded and stripped of the vision of his loved ones in the same way he had done so to The King. He would be castrated, denied of his blood and denied of his children, exactly the same damned way Isardis had been forced to suffer. He had brought everything on himself, and he knew damned well what was coming for him, for he screamed for it. He would arrive, and his sheer presence would be enough to force free a blood-lust of churning despise, a violent craving to leap forwards and so readily rip his throat from his gullet, to end this, to end everything. Argent was gone, and Taurig was to blame. Not only that but the boy attempted to keep Isardis? own children from his grasp. It made him sick, made his lips curl upwards as the blue creature stood before him, gloomy and dark against the unwelcoming backdrop of his pathetic monarchy. The mans defences would come to rise as his mind remained clouded to those who approached, however dangerously focused on the task ahead; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, balance distributed equally, limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, hind toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low. Power would begin to gather in his quarters, as rubies would stare with promising threat into Taurig?s own. He would lose his identity in that moment, Isardis? mind already fuelled by the hate of the individual, now replacing the beasts face as a worthless toy of awaiting destruction. Prepared now, The Pale King would push himself forwards and strive for close, head-to-head proximities with the larger blue. He was not afraid of forcing himself into the beckoning gaze of the betrayer, such a prospect of approach only thrilled him more so; the times were gone of cunning angles and fooling snipery, it was down to production, weapons to weapons- no quirks involved. Fuelled by his need for revenge, Isardis would jut his left shoulder blade forwards and slightly left-wards, his skull lightly turned to the right in defence as he would attempt to maintain his frontwards approach, and violently collide his left shoulder blade into the tender, upper, central chest of his enemy. Ignited by the force of his body weight, Isardis had hoped to slam his shoulder into the narrow muscles that loitered alongside the trachea. The vital wind-pipe rested between both shoulder blades, positioned slightly higher than their further-most point, and was vulnerable to crushing at such a violent force. Regardless of if he had managed to hit the pipe or not, the potential muscle bruising was comparable to the shock Isardis would hope for, and the utter winding and loss of breath would be more than enough to satisfy. The moment Isardis would hope to collide, his skull would also snake forwards as muscles would stretch along his topline, jaws reaching to the left as he attempted to haul his tightened muscles into their furthest expansions. It would be then that his bared teeth would seek to grasp over the spine directly behind the shoulder blades, lower jaw hopefully positioned to the left of Taurig?s back, while upper canines reached for the right; hopeful to attain a secure and profound hold over the top of the spinal cord. However, Isardis didn?t aim for presumed paralysation, for it was far less likely to succeed; he hoped wholly to sink his razored weapons relentlessly into the muscles that encased it, to cause disability and extreme pain for the duration of the fight- and hell, maybe even for eternity. His experience would encourage him onwards, as he would then retract whatever hold he had attained, and swing his skull even more-so leftward; hopeful to wrap his jaws around the muscles and flesh of Taurig?s scruff, to attain an unremitting hold as he would attempt to push any achieved flesh over to Taurig?s right side; with any luck creating a debilitating pushing motion in an effort to lessen the effects of any bite efforts Taurig may have attempted, not to mention to inflict damage in the process. Simultaneously Isardis? hips would slowly begin to pivot right, preparing as he attempted to strengthen the success any triumphant grasp. Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 1 of 3! For blinding in both eyes, and complete castration. Defences: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, balance distributed equally, limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, hind toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low, attempting to hold Taurig?s jaws away via scruff. Attacks: Launching forward, left shoulder jutted as he aims to small the blade into Taurig?s center, upper chest and Trachea- hoping to crush the pipe, wind him, bruise muscle and shock. Isardis then aims to bite behind the shoulder blades and over the spine, hoping to damage the encasing muscles. He will then reach to his left and attempt to grasp the scruff and roll the flesh over to Taurig?s right, attempting to ease any attacks from the jaws and cause damage to the scruff/neck. Injuries: First Round.

The drum inside of his chest was pounding to a steady beat, pushing his life force through the multiple veins that coursed through his powerful body. He could feel the crimson liquid pulsing beneath his cobalt hide, beginning to thrum with a quiet hum. Adrenaline began to course through his larger mass as he stared at the cherry eyes of his once sire. The man who was now looking to force his precious life's blood from his veins until it coated the earth and was emptied from his veins. This bastard didn't deserve the title of father. He was a sire, the male who provided his half of the genetic equation. Not a father. Fathers, real fathers, didn't do this to their children, no matter what they did. Parents were supposed to love their offspring, their own flesh and blood unconditionally. They weren't supposed to want to end their lives; unless it was for their own good, to put them out of their misery. And this was more certainly not the case. There was nothing wrong with Taurig. He wasn't suffering. The one that was wrong was Isardis. He and his insatiable pride; it was a sickness really. An incurable sickness. One that pointed the pale ghost the longer he was breathing. Perhaps it was he that needed to be put out of his misery. The cobalt Re would not be alone that day. Though his gaze remained riveted to the cherry ghost, he would catch the distinctive paw steps of someone approaching, followed by an all too familiar voice; Sibelle. His baby sister had come to witness his possible demise. How he wished to chase from the very spot she stood at; she didn't need to see him get torn to pieces or worse. She was better off finding Falk and sticking to him. God Falk, he hoped that his brother didn't show up either. The young boy seemed to idolize his darker brother and to see Taurig fall at the jaws of their own sire would surely leave a horrible lasting impression on the young man. He would say nothing to his russet sister, neither turn towards her or say anything to her; his body would remain as still as statue. The only clues to him being real were the gentle expanding and contracting of chest and the blinking of his thick lashes. Not long after his sister made her appearance, another familiar figure would come into his sights, though on the side of Isardis; Seraphine. His friend. It had been quite some time since he had seen the scarred young woman. The last time he had seen her, she had been present when Isardis had given him the scars he now sported. And now she was here again, to possibly see him loose his life. Ever the respectful one, she would seat herself far from the pale King, not wanting to intrude despite knowing that she was always welcome. Pass Seraphine. Stay out of harms way. Would come his booming voice, his gaze never wavering from Isardis. But she wouldn't be the last to arrive. The slate blue figure of his aunt Abelinda would also appear on the opposite side of his border, coming to stand near Isardis, as if to support him. No offense was taken to her decision; her barely knew her anyways. Allowing his complete attention to become focused on the Pale King, he would watch as the man settled into his own defenses before launching himself forward; his intent was clear. He wanted to ram his left shoulder into Taurig's left. And he would get that; just not the way he planned it. Haunches would bunch together before an explosion of tension would push the titan forward, forelimbs extending as talons dug into the soil to pull him forward. Crown would lower towards his chin to become parallel to his spine, ears flattened against his skull. Eyes would become icy slits, hackles bristling as his shoulders rolled forward to scrunch the loose skin forward to bunch around the nape of his neck. Knees would bend slightly to lower his center of gravity, all four limbs equally spaced out, toes splayed wide for balance, talons breaching the soil for traction, plume held in alignement with his spine. Frame would remain tense in preparation for the impact. His aim was low, a bit lower than what Isardis was aiming for. Skull would be slightly turned towards the right just like the pale King's left shoulder blade jutting to use as battering ram in order to inflict the worst possible bruising and disorientation. As the moment of impact came Taurig would allow the front of his body to dip downwards ever so slightly, allowing the the full contact to take place, the ghosts' shoulder blade ramming higher than his intended goal, ramming his actual shoulder than chest. The impact would spread outwards from his shoulder, rippling through his mass but the Re wasn't done there. As soon as his shoulder made contact, the man would use his forward momentum to throw it back at Isardis as his forelimbs pushed his upper half upwards, making his ramming motion travel upwards, making it one fluid arch, hoping that the upward momentum would push the Ice King back and shake his footing. Shoulders would remained scrunched forward, crown still titled down over his vitals. It was then that the pale man would snake his head forward, looking to sink his fangs into the muscles lining his spine. But he wouldn't get the complete satisfaction. Using the rising momentum of his upward ram, the cobalt titan would lift his left forelimb up, forepaw folded forward so that his ankle was protruding, hoping to powerfully ram his ankle straight into Isardis' vulnerable trachea and stun him, possibly leaving severe bruising. But Taurig wouldn't escape completely unscathed. If it was his attack were to work, it would offset the attack on his spine, allowing the lower canines of his opponent to graze the flesh lining his the left side of his spine, leaving behind some shallow gauges along the flesh lining his spine, essentially throwing off the man's grasp towards his scruff. Regardless if the hit with his left leg would work or not, the titan would drop down once more, left forepaw aiming to smash down hard against Isardis' right forepaw and possibly crush all his toes. In this same movement the blue titan's skull would arch back towards his left, knees bending as his frame crouched down, tail sweeping to the right to act as a counterweight, jaws agape as they looked to snap over the Ice King's left forelimb, just bellow his golden bands. Were his jaws to reach their designed goal, they would come down with crushing force, with the intent to break or fracture, as a violent jerk would follow the crushing bite, aiming to dislocate the limb if his bite were to fail in its power. He wanted to make the Ice King bow so he could rip away his precious jewels and rid the world of his poison. Eyes would remain slit, ears tucked completely flat against his skull, shoulders rolled forward, hackles raised, tail in alignment with his spine though swept to the right for a counterweight, remaining three limbs evenly spread out beneath him, weight equally distributed across splayed toes, talons sinking into the soil for better traction, muscles taut. Taurig vs. Isardis for complete blinding and complete castration Round 1 of 3 Attack:As soon as his shoulder made contact, the man would use his forward momentum to throw it back at Isardis as his forelimbs pushed his upper half upwards, making his ramming motion travel upwards, making it one fluid arch, hoping that the upward momentum would push the Ice King back and shake his footing. Using the rising momentum of his upward ram, the cobalt titan would lift his left forelimb up, forepaw folded forward so that his ankle was protruding, hoping to powerfully ram his ankle straight into Isardis' vulnerable trachea and stun him, possibly leaving severe bruising. the titan would drop down once more, left forepaw aiming to smash down hard against Isardis' right forepaw and possibly crush all his toes. In this same movement the blue titan's skull would arch back towards his left, knees bending as his frame crouched down, tail sweeping to the right to act as a counterweight, jaws agape as they looked to snap over the Ice King's left forelimb, just bellow his golden bands. Were his jaws to reach their designed goal, they would come down with crushing force, with the intent to break or fracture, as a violent jerk would follow the crushing bite, aiming to dislocate the limb if his bite were to fail in its power. Defense: Crown would lower towards his chin to become parallel to his spine, ears flattened against his skull. Eyes would become icy slits, hackles bristling as his shoulders rolled forward to scrunch the loose skin forward to bunch around the nape of his neck. Knees would bend slightly to lower his center of gravity, all four limbs equally spaced out, toes splayed wide for balance, talons breaching the soil for traction, plume held in alignment with his spine. Frame would remain tense in preparation for the impact. Injuries: Bruising to his left shoulder, gauges across the left side of his spine Talk like this

As the ravenous ghoul would stir forwards, it seemed Taurig had similar plans to counter his success. A collision was made as the boy drove towards him, and yet not wholly where intended as he would feel shoulder-meet-shoulder. The boy seemed to push upwards, a strange and unnatural mannerism that would do no more than send a sliding of friction up the left side of Isardis? chest as the foolish boy rose. The collision of Taurig?s left chest(?) to his own left shoulder had caused a clash, however Taurig?s upward motion had seemed to remove all weight from his forequarters, and so his attempt at forcing the albino backwards would be somewhat in vain as Isardis? plans remained as unwavered as his footing; despite a suggestion of very mild bruising. He had missed his target, and yet it hadn't fazed him as he sought the muscle of the spine; the pair now apparently positioned left nape to left nape, as their left shoulders remained in an awkward front-on tango of strength comparison. It seemed the boy would attempt to lift his left paw, however the upwards motions of the endeavour would seem to send only a sharp jab into Isardis? left armpit; as their close proximities made the positioning rather difficult for Taurig to actually get his limb past The King?s overhanging torso. Isarduis felt his lower jaw scrape the leftwards side of the blue betrayer?s spine, hardly rewarding for the hefty efforts. Though for a few moments it seemed Taurig hung suspended in a foolish world of gravity; his forequarters lifted as he seemed to contrast with his father?s lower stance, fore-weight presumably light, while his left forepaw lifted from the earth. Isardis needed no further invitation as his mildly successful blow would withdraw, his success towards Taurig?s scruff seeming null as he would reach his skull left-wards and slightly upwards, jaws re-graping from his loss, hoping to latch onto the underside of Taurig?s exposed lower throat. He would aim to the left-ward side of the upper gullet, however only mid-way above the chest and not directly beneath the chin, as the boy seemed intent on tucking his jaw. Should he succeed, he would tighten his molars at a relentless velocity, canines hoping to pierce through flesh as he would strive to hold the jugular and windpipes feverishly within the palms of fate; to suffocate, and to bleed. Simultaneously he would attempt to send forth a rapid and forceful pushing motion, hopefully towards the boys raised, leftward chest; driven from the ghost?s hindquarters in the hopes of throwing Taurig?s balance backwards. Moments later, left forepaw would reach for Taurig?s right, hoping to hook around the outside of the ankle and with a single motion, rip it towards him in hope of catching the boy before he had been able to replace his left paw back to the ground. The upwards grasp of his potential throat attack, accompanied by the push, and then the pull, should have been the perfect remedy to cause the maturing blue to topple over backwards- or at least come dangerously close, due to the weight distribution on his hinds. Taurig?s weight would move downwards again, and much to Isardis? surprise the weight of his left paw would land painfully on the two inner toes of his own right forepaw. Luckily, the friction between their close left sides and their barely-close-enough proximities had saved the beast from any breakages; however a low yelp of pain would rip free of his throat as bruising seemed almost instantaneous. Whether he had managed to grasp Taurig?s right limb or not, Isardis would replace his left paw safely downwards as his weight would equalize. Eyes also remained narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws ready, limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low. It seemed Taurig would initiate a weight shift, as he almost appeared to flex towards Isardis? left forelimb. However, as the attack slowed within his mind, the writhing demon remained unsure as to whether or not it would succeed; what had come of his previous attacks, and would they be enough to counter to assault? Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 2 of 3! For blinding in both eyes, and complete castration. Defences: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, balance distributed equally, limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low. Attacks: Taurig raises his forequarters and lifts his left forepaw to strike; Isardis takes the boys upper position to aim a bite to his mid-throat, simultaneously pushing forwards with the drive of his hinds, and reaching his left forelimb out to try and hook the rigt and pull it towards him; hoping to topple Taurig?s balance backwards and damage the throat/jugular/windpipes. Injuries: Mild bruising to frontal left shoulder/chest, momentary pain in the left armpit but no standing injury (wasn?t 100% on the damage this would deal, didn?t seem to be all that strong?), bruised inner two toes on right forelimb, damage pending in regards to last attack. Ooc: That was a lot of attacks to comprehend in one post- hence the pending damage in the last paragraph. Isardis wasn?t given much time to move so I did my best to keep everything fairly smooth given his position.

He wasn't going to make it easy this time on the pale ghost. He had allowed himself to be mauled the first time for the sake of not sinking to Isardis' level, but no more. The bastard wanted his blood and he would have to go to hell's deepest pits to retrieve it. The collision of the two titans would ensue, shoulder colliding with shoulder. Instead of pushing the ghost back, his upward motion would only work to cause friction against the pale one's chest with the left side of his own chest, leaving the two clashing titans to stand chest to chest, left shoulders pressed against one another in a dangerous proximity. His initial ramming didn't give him quite the results that he wanted, and his upward jab didn't either. The Ice King's own frame blocked the initial attack to his throat, though his ankle still managed to find its way between the man's armpit. It wasn't where he had intended to hit, but it was better than completely missing. With the attack towards his scruff completely null, the ghost would re-adjust the path of his jaws, looking to hook them around the middle part of his throat, but again the attack would not go as planned. The downward motion of his frame as he began to drop down combined with the turning of his skull towards the left would re-position Isardis' jaws so that instead of hooking around his throat they would latch onto the corner of his jaws on his left side, basically latching onto his left cheek. Ivory daggers would puncture the skin, both upper and lower canines, ripping through the flesh easily while at the same time the ghost would push forward with the intent to offset his balance backwards. Because of his taut hind quarters the push would have minimal effect, merely causing the titan to stumble but quickly regain his balance while he would be rewarded with the satisfaction of his left paw stomping across Isardis' right toes. The ghost's left forepaw would swing out to catch Taurig's falling right paw, hooking over the outside of the ankle as the pale man pulled towards him. Instead of fighting it the Re would sweep downwards with the motion, ripping his cheek from the ghost's jaws, skin and muscle disappearing from his features he dove down. Hindquarters would drop towards the ground while simultaneously pushing the cobalt man forward. The swipe would leave him off balance for a second, his body slightly tilting towards the right, but with the drop of his haunches and the push forward he would right himself, regaining his right forepaw beneath him once again to equalize his balance. With his balance regained the man would now tilt towards his left, jaws agape as they intended to bite the ghost's left limb just bellow his band as he had intended to do so initially. Were his bite to be successfull the man would continue with his leftwards tilt, skull snapping viciously to the left with the intent to bend the limb at an awkward ankle and severely offset the albino's balance, if not dislocate it and render the limb useless. In the same moment Taurig's right paw would swing out, extending to its full length, looking to potentially hit the man's one weak spot or at least catch his inner thigh. Ears would remain tucked, icy shards narrowed to slits, chin remaining tilted towards his throat, hackles standing straight up, shoulders rolled forward to scrunch his scruff, remaining three limbs squared beneath him, weight evenly distributed across splayed toes, nails dug into the soil for better grip, tail in alignment with this spine while being swung to the right to act as a counterweight. Taurig vs. Isardis for complete blinding and complete castration Round 2 of 3 Attack:With his balance regained the man would now tilt towards his left, jaws agape as they intended to bite the ghost's left limb just bellow his band as he had intended to do so initially. Were his bite to be successfull the man would continue with his leftwards tilt, skull snapping viciously to the left with the intent to bend the limb at an awkward ankle and severely offset the albino's balance, if not dislocate it and render the limb useless. In the same moment Taurig's right paw would swing out, extending to its full length, looking to potentially hit the man's one weak spot or at least catch his inner thigh. Defense:Ears would remain tucked, icy shards narrowed to slits, chin remaining tilted towards his throat, hackles standing straight up, shoulders rolled forward to scrunch his scruff, remaining three limbs squared beneath him, weight evenly distributed across splayed toes, nails dug into the soil for better grip, tail in alignment with this spine while being swung to the right to act as a counterweight. Injuries: Gauges to the left side of his spine, bruising to his left shoulder and right paw, ripped flesh from his left cheek Talk like this

I couldn't resist! XD

It was the middle of the night, to the young girl anyways. She had ventured from the safety of her mothers side, exploring the garden once more. But a strange noise had caught her attention. A bark. A sound of agony. Curiosity pulled her forward. The only thing that kept her from getting lost was the flow of wolves that seemed to be allured by the same call. The tiny girl stuck to the shadows, bright eyes watching curiously. She arrived in time to see a fight break out between two giants. She kept moving forward, unaware that she had crossed pack lines, entering Tortuga. Strangers had gathered around, so many wolves she didm't know. She nestled herself within the shadows, watching the bloodshed unfold. Tiny nostrils flared, the scent of blood teasing her. She didn't understand it yet, but she would grow to crave its taste. For now she simply hid and watched, unaware of the fact that it was her father and grandfather battling before her young eyes. Her young mind couldn't wrap itself around what was happening, all she knew was the two giants were angry with each other and now they fought it out. It was very different from the way she fought with her brothers. Blood was being drawn, dripping from their bodies. Her mother would surely kill her if she ever found out that the girl had slipped away during the night. But she couldn't help herself. Talk like this

By whatever miracle the blue fool had managed to save his life due to the contorting of angles, Isardis? jaws coming to grip against the left side of Taurig?s own lower cheek. He would retaliate through the tightening of his sinew, attempting to clamp canines down on the flesh he had managed to clasp with bone-crushing velocity. If he could tear through the muscles on the lower side of the jaw and cheek, Taurig would find himself in adequate pain for the duration of their brawl. It would be then the boy would fall, Isardis? efforts partially successful as Taurigs? forequarters would lower beneath him, The King?s jaws sent clashing together as his grip seemed to be escaped. He would quickly re-prepare himself, jaws sliding open once more as they prepared to re-attack. Taurig had continued with his attack to the left forelimb, his jaws coming to land just below the elbow as his haunches seemed to have dropped out beneath him and pushed him forward. With left-way pulling motions, his teeth would begin to pierce the skin, forcing the point of Isardis? elbow slightly in towards his ribcage; weight tilting mildly to the left of the appendage in an effort to keep Taurig from bringing it off the ground. Taurig?s higher grasp and leftward tilt had resulted in the saving of any severe damage, as his elbow would press to the lowest point of his ribs and ensure the limb could not move any more so. Though still a mild wince of pain would come as a result of the damage through Taurig?s teeth as skin would begin to split in their wake. He would act quickly then, seeing a favourable opportunity as his hips would swing to the right, attempting to bring the pair into an awkward near-L formation (*see ref), Isardis? right forelimb potentially reaching up over Taurig?s lowered nape, attempting to press a portion of his weight down and over the boys forequarters to prevent him getting up in a hurry and keep him close. Ravenous jaws would then be sent thrusting leftwards, towards his face, which now loitered low and within reach as the youth would grasp at The Albino?s appendage, lower canines seeking to sink into the left eye-socket, while uppers would search for the right. Hind toes remained splayed, as did his left forepaw, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws ready, balance distributed slightly forward to compensate for his attempt to keep his left foreleg down, and the attempt to keep Taurig beneath him, three limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, nails gripping for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low. He had noticed Taurig?s right paw come swinging out towards him, but he hadn?t been entirely aware of what he was reaching for as he felt it brush momentarily beneath his chest. Somewhat in retaliation, the pale monster would strive to slide his right forelimb towards the left (towards the back of Taurig?s head), regardless of if he had managed to get above him or not, and with weight falling back to rest equally between his three planted limbs for a few moments; he would jut the point of his right elbow downwards and attempt to throw his fore-weight into a sharp and sudden elbow jab where Taurig?s skull met the vertebrae of his neck, maintaining any successful blow he had achieved on the boys face. He wanted to cork his spinal cord, stun him, and cause pain to the nerves that loitered unseen. Meanwhile it seemed the pressure on his left appendage would build with his shift of direction, a straining of tension running faintly through the ligaments of the limb. Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 3 of 3! For blinding in both eyes, and complete castration. See Ref: http://puu.sh/5pBPU.jpg - Green shows Isardis? bite points, blue shows Taurig?s bite points. Just to give an idea of the angle I hoped for. Defences: Hind toes and left fore-toes splayed, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws ready, balance distributed slightly forward to compensate for his attempt to keep his left foreleg down, and the attempt to keep Taurig beneath him, three limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, nails gripping for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low. Attacks: Taurig drops after Isardis? successful swipe at the limb, diving to bite the appendage and naturally positioning him lower; so Isardis will seek to swing his hips to the right and place his right forelimb over the top of Taurig?s nape as leverage, then send a vicious bite for both eye sockets. He will lastly strive to bring his right elbow sharply down where skull meets vertebrae. Injuries: Skin splitting/punctures on left forelimb, mild straining of the limbs ligaments. Sorry that there are no injuries for that swipe, I actually had no idea where you wanted it to land- what is his weak spot? And I didn?t see how he would reach the inner thigh. Ooc: Wolf and I (with the permission of Vivien) would like to say that even if no attacks are dealt for the maim we want, that the damage can be dealt to the loser AFTER the battle. Good fight Wolf, and best of luck <3

After some rather failed attempts, the blue Re would be rewarded with the satisfying crunch as his jaws would clamp down powerfully over the albino's left forelimb, daggers slicing through the cherry flesh as if it weren't there. Crimson liquid would flood into the titan's jaws as his forward momentum would bring along the ghost's left limb, pulling it in towards Isardis' chest at an awkward angle. But damn him the white man would pull his elbow in towards his ribcage, ruining any further chance of harming the torn limb. The cobalt behemoth would tighten his jaws around the limb for a second, adding as much pressure as he could to worsen the already deep bite, a movement from the corner of his eye catching his attention. The Ice King's right forelimb would be draped across the blue's shoulders, essentially adding some weight on top of the Re, but enough to completely restrict his movements. In preparation for his attack, jaws would unhinge, releasing the pale man's leg, skull pulling back and pivoting upwards to the left, muzzle pointing in the direction of Isardis' incoming jaws. With his swipe towards the man's prized possessions ineffective, Taurig would pull his right forelimb back to tuck it in beneath his chest alongside his left forelimb, using both limbs to extend his large mass backwards, hips swinging towards his right in order to break the near-L formation that Isardis' had started so that now they would be facing each other, thought not completely head on. In the next second Taurig would be pushing himself forward once again, taut haunches propelling his mass forward, agape jaws aiming to sink into the lower part of the albino's throat, just above there it meets his chest (Ref), hoping to cause severe tissue damage if not manage to grasp something important. Given the fact that he moved himself to the right and was now pushing forward to make a bite at Isardis, the albino's bite towards his eyes would miss their intended target, instead allowing the ghosts' jaws to graze the Re's forehead and clamp down over his left ear, daggers ripping through the already torn flesh of his ear. With the switched position, Isardis' attack with his right foreleg would result ineffective since Taurig was no longer directly under him, the albino's limb losing its initial grasp upon the blue man, though still resting against his shoulders. In the instant the cobalt Re's left forepaw would swipe out towards Isardis' own left ankle, looking to hook around it and were his attack to be successful, he would rip it back towards him in hope that it would upset the albino's balance and cause him to possibly topple over given the fact that his right forelimb was still resting against Taurig's shoulders. His right ear would remain flat against his skull, icy eyes narrowed to slits, jaws agape, chin tilted towards his chest, shoulders rolled forward, nape scrunched, hackles raised, elbows bent, weight evenly distributed between his remaining three limbs, toes splayed, talons digging into the soil for traction, haunches taut, abdomen tight, tail in alignment with his spine. Taurig vs. Isardis for completely blinding and complete castration Round 3 of 3 Attack:In the next second Taurig would be pushing himself forward once again, taut haunches propelling his mass forward, agape jaws aiming to sink into the lower part of the albino's throat, just above there it meets his chest, hoping to cause severe tissue damage if not manage to grasp something important. In the instant the cobalt Re's left forepaw would swipe out towards Isardis' own left ankle, looking to hook around it and were his attack to be successful, he would rip it back towards him in hope that it would upset the albino's balance and cause him to possibly topple over given the fact that his right forelimb was still resting against Taurig's shoulders. Defense:His right ear would remain flat against his skull, icy eyes narrowed to slits, jaws agape, chin tilted towards his chest, shoulders rolled forward, nape scrunched, hackles raised, elbows bent, weight evenly distributed between his remaining three limbs, toes splayed, talons digging into the soil for traction, haunches taut, abdomen tight, tail in alignment with his spine. Injuries: Bruised left shoulder and right paw, gauges to the left side of his spine, torn left cheek, gauges on his forehead and a severely torn left ear Talk like this

isardis v taurig for blinding/castration Round One isardis ? clarity ? 8 out of 10; it should have been mentioned as to what side of taurig that isar attempted to reach around in order to obtain the area around his spinal cord/scruff (-2). powerplay ? 6 out of 10 ; ?His experience would encourage him onwards, as he would then retract whatever hold he had attained?? do not assume isardis managed to obtain a hold at all (-2). two jaw attacks in one round is a bit incessant for me; please leave room for the opponent to respond before making another attack (-2). defenses ? 10 out of 10 ; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, limbs squared, chin tucked, abdomen tensed, toes splayed, claws digging into earth, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, knees bent. attack ? 7 out of 10 ; attempting to slam left shoulder into taurig?s trachea to crush the windpipe/wind him/cause bruising (+3), seeking to bite the top of taurig?s spinal cord just after his shoulder blades to hinder taurig?s movement (+3), seeking to bite taurig?s scruff and pull it to the right (+1; points not awarded in full, refer to pp section regarding this attack). injuries ? 10 out of 10 ; first round. round one isardis total ? 41 out of 50 taurig ? clarity ? 6 out of 10 ; ?As the moment of impact came Taurig would allow the front of his body to dip downwards?the ghosts' shoulder blade ramming higher than his intended goal, ramming his actual shoulder than chest.? isardis had aimed to hit his left shoulder blade into the upper-center portion of taurig?s chest; therefore, it is unlikely that his attack would hit taur?s shoulder if taurig just lowered himself and didn?t attempt to move slightly to the side (-2). ??would lift his left forelimb up?hoping to powerfully ram his ankle straight into Isardis' vulnerable trachea?? isardis is positioned too close to taurig since he is reaching over taur?s left shoulder to bite his spine/scruff, so it would be unlikely for taur to lift his leg enough to impact his intended target or gather enough force through extending his forelimb, even as taur raises himself (-2). powerplay ? 3 out of 10 ; there were two attacks with taur?s left forepaw in the same post; please leave room for the opponent to respond before making another attack (-2). ?If it was his attack were to work, it would offset the attack on his spine?? and ??essentially throwing off the man's grasp towards his scruff.? do not determine how an attack made by your character will affect their opponent; it is ultimately the other player who decides what affects their character. these need to be made as what your character hopes to achieve by performing their attacks (-2). there was also too much movement with taur raising his upper half, falling back upon all fours, then crouching down all in one post; again, you need to leave room for your opponent to respond to your movements (-2). defenses ? 9 out of 10 ; claws digging into earth, head lowered, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, knees bent, limbs spread evenly apart, toes splayed, tail out, weight evenly distributed. subtracted one point from original score for lifting his left forepaw and failing to redistribute his balance upon his grounded limbs. attack ? 7 out of 10 ; seeking to shove his shoulder back into isardis? to compromise his balance (+2), seeking to slam his left forepaw into isardis? trachea (+1, points not awarded in full, refer to clarity section regarding this attack), attempt to slam left forepaw onto isardis? right forepaw to break his toes (+1, points not awarded in full, refer to pp section in regard to this attack), attempt to bite isardis? left forelimb (+3). injuries ? 10 out of 10 ; first round, bruising to shoulder, pending damage to spine, pending damage to scruff. round one taurig total ? 35 out of 50 Round Two isardis ? clarity ? 8 out of 10 ; ?Simultaneously he would attempt to send forth a rapid and forceful pushing motion?? it needs to be specified as to what part of isardis was attempting to impact taur (-2). powerplay ? 9 out of 10 ; ?Isardis would replace his left paw safely downwards?? do not make the assumption that he was able to do that so swiftly; even this needs to be made as an attempt to give the opponent a chance to react to the raised forepaw (-1). defenses ? 9 out of 10 ; weight evenly distributed, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, limbs squared, chin tucked, abdomen tensed, toes splayed, claws gripping earth, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, knees bent. subtracted one point from original score for lifting his left forepaw and failing to redistribute his balance upon his grounded limbs. attack ? 9 out of 10 ; attempt to bite jugular (+5, vital), attempting to push into taur to throw him off balance (+2), attempt to yank taur?s right forelimb towards him to further compromise his balance (+2) injuries ? 8 out of 10 ; mild bruising to left shoulder (-1), bruised toes on right forepaw (-1), pending damage to left forelimb. round two isardis total ? 43 out of 50 taurig ? clarity ? 7 out of 10 ; ?Hindquarters would drop towards the ground while simultaneously pushing the cobalt man forward.? this didn?t make much sense for taurig to drop to his hindquarters and move forward at the same time (-1). in regard to taurig?s attack to isar?s ?weak spot,? I didn?t find it a very realistic attack since isardis is more to the left of taurig and taur uses his right forepaw to swipe at him; I felt that the intended target was out of reach given how far back it is (-2). powerplay ? 8 out of 10 ; ?Because of his taut hind quarters the push would have minimal effect?? I didn?t find this very fair since taur?s balance is especially compromised when only his hinds are grounded, and I didn?t feel the reasoning behind the minimal damage justified the failure of isar?s attack (-1). ?The swipe would leave him off balance for a second ? he would right himself?? do not make the assumption that he was able to do that so quickly without a reaction from isar (-1). defenses ? 10 out of 10 ; ears pinned, eyes narrowed, chin tucked, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, grounded limbs squared, weight evenly distributed, toes splayed, claws gripping earth, tail out. attack ? 5 out of 10 ; bite to isar?s left forelimb with potential pulling motion to offset balance(+4), attempted swipe to isar?s man parts (+1, points not awarded in full, refer to clarity section in regard to this attack). injuries ? 7 out of 10 ; shallow gauges to spine (-1, this was a pending blow during your first round so it counts here), left cheek moderately torn (-2). round two taurig total ? 37 out of 50 Round Three isardis ? clarity ? 4 out of 10 ; ??skin would begin to split in their wake.? this statement in regard to isar?s damage from taur?s bite is rather vague; it should be specified more clearly the severity of his wounds (-2). the attack with isar?s elbow was unrealistic to me simply because isar would have to reach far over to the other side of taur?s back and up in an extremely awkward position ( powerplay ? 7 out of 10 ; ?Crimson liquid would flood into the titan's jaws?? no matter how logical it may be, do not assume he managed to extract blood; it was never specified in isar?s post and therefore you may not assume it (-1). ?The cobalt behemoth would tighten his jaws around the limb?? this attack needs to be made as an attempt, no matter how probable it is that he would be able to do it (-1). ??but enough to completely restrict his movements.? you state that isar?s weight was enough to restrict his movements, however, further on in the post, taur is able to freely move away from isar (-1). defenses ? 10 out of 10 ; ears pinned to the best of his ability, eyes narrowed, jaws agape, chin tucked, shoulders rolled to scrunch his nape, hackles raised, knees bent, weight evenly distributed, toes splayed, claws gripping earth, abdomed tensed, tail out. attack ? 5 out of 10 ; bite to isar?s lower throat (+4), swipe at isar?s left forepaw to unbalance him (+1, points not awarded in full, refer to clarity section in regard to this attack). injuries ? 8 out of 10 ; torn left ear (-2). round three taurig total ? 38 out of 50 Totals isardis ? 122 out of 150 taurig ? 110 out of 150 And the winner is... isardis! taurig must give up by either submitting, passing out, or fleeing. because it was agreed upon by both players, isardis is now free to both permanently blind taurig in both eyes and castrate him. Damage isardis - bruising to left shoulder (will take two ooc days to heal), bruising to toes on right forepaw (will take two ooc days to heal), moderate puncture wounds to left forelimb (will take six ooc days to heal and will complicate walking some for the same duration of time), pending damage from taur's last attack. taurig ? permanently blinded in both eyes, castrated, bruising to shoulder (will take two ooc days to heal), shallow lacerations to upper left side of spine (will take three ooc days to heal), left cheek torn (will take 8 ooc days to heal and will permanently scar over), torn left ear (will take six ooc days to heal and will permanently be torn). Notes yumpy ? you have your defenses locked down and your attacks are fairly complex; however, these attacks are not always realistic and that negatively impacts your clarity score (i went more into detail in the actual judging, so refer to those points). one thing i would like to make a note on is that you never truly took a decent amount of damage with taurig's attacks, and i found it quite unfair to wolf when she was equally taking attacks in full and then minimizing some damage. wolfeyez ? you, like yumpy, have your defenses locked down. i would read over the powerplay and clarity sections of your judgings because those are what hit you hardest; remember not to assume anything about another character and to make your attacks as realistic as possible! this was a fun fight to judge though the stakes were rather high; if either of you would like a rejudging of this fight for a second opinion i completely understand. great job to the both of you <3 [ judging by aly ]

Thrashing, the duo would continue to rip and tear at each other like the enemies they had so grown to be. And though for a while the related canines seemed to be almost equal in success, the throes of fate would begin to tip into an individual?s favour. Isardis could feel him weakening, could feel the strength of his blood beginning to waver as the boy would fight on, his jaws coming to land against the left side of where his nape met shoulder; he would snarl viciously, as his attack to the eyes seemed somewhat unsuccessful, accompanied by the pain in his flesh as Taurig?s jaws would pierce skin. A forepaw would swing for his left own, and although he would be successful, Isardis would manage to remains table to leaning into the forearm that rested over the boys nape/shoulder area. It was enough. With the boys eyes in sight once more, the pale King would reach to his left and deliver a crital blow to the face as he had done so only moments before. Only this time, Taurig would never be the same. Canines would struggle for a moment, however a sudden giveaway of release would climb his snout as teeth would slip into the blue?s vital senses; lower canines falling so effortlessly into the youth?s left socket, as uppers would follow suit into the right. It was an eerie feeling, as they seemed to rest so comfortably in place, as if the Ghoul was gifted jaws purely for the reasons of revenge, purely for the sake of proving his authority. He would remain there, slowing, as his mind would cloud with a deranged satisfaction; constricting the muscles of his jaws as he would attempt to remain within his success regardless of Taurig?s actions. Blood, and so much of it, streaming from the skull of the betrayer and returning to it?s rightful resting place, it?s rightful creator; the new vicar of The Armada?s, Isardis. A King, a superior. He would withdraw, unsure as to whether the eyes actually came away or not, but regardless the boy was a tragic image of perfected failure. Would he perish through the loss of his blood? Or would he learn to linger uselessly amidst a world he would never truly see again? The boys balance would sway as his mind seemed to grow light, his limbs buckling with the realisation of his failures as Isardis would push forwards with the strength of his chest, slamming into him in an effort to force him to the ground. He had done this for Argent, and for the safety of his empire; Taurig would suffer as he had forced his father to, and if he was wise and respected the safety of his people, he would never interfere with the family again. A nauseating realisation of Taurig?s helplessness would push the man forwards, seeking to stand by the hinds of the boy as right forepaw would push into the flank, and relentlessly, with jaws of blood-stained promise, Isardis would reach for the scrotum and mercilessly destroy any hope of future litters. Taurig had come crashing to his reality, and as he lay at the paws of his defeater, Isardis would slink mindlessly to his throat; left forepaw pressing down against his gullet as his snout would push beneath the boys chin, feeling the faded pulse of his jugular as his nostrils would seethe with hatred, ?Where is my Queen?? shaking, tremoring he would request, eyes glimmering with a deathly sense of helpless emotion, ?What have you done to my Queen?? but it seemed helpless, useless as the man would fall from reality. Weakly, exhausted, Isardis would take a blind glance at the wolves who had gathered; a pup, and a girl- so similar to Eulari, alongside Abelinda and unfamiliars. But his mind was far too exhausted, his body depleted of by the emotions of his victory; a vague sense of loss would fill him, not only for Argent, but for Taurig, as the boys unwillingness to serve would remain to pain him until the day of his death. Cherry eyes would trail the earth as he made no efforts to go around the boys body, but to simply walk right over the top of it; paws missing his torso by inches as he would stride with an apparent careless disrespect. And he would return to his Kingdom, to heal, and to find his adore. -- exit isardis

How could he have expected to be able to live peacefully beside a man he didn't know a single thing about? The ghost had been a complete stranger to the cobalt brute when he had come to gather him from his mother's pack. And because of his big heart the man had allowed himself to join the pale creature that claimed to be his sire. But what a wrong choice he had made. Had he denied Isardis, he would've been home safe and sound and continued on training as the warrior that he was supposed to grow up to be. He wouldn't have suffered the horrible fate that he was being forced to face today. But some would say that he brought this upon himself by having abandoned the bastard in the first place. But how could Taurig live with someone when he didn't agree with their morals? The way that the pale ghost treated others, like they were simply treasures and prizes to be won and sported around was not the way the cobalt Re had been raised. But clearly the albino bastard didn't care about anything that didn't have anything to do with him. And it was because of his narcissistic and self-ish nature that the man was now suffering. The bite to the cherry man's throat was successful, though it landed slightly to the left of his throat, more towards his shoulder. But the victory was short-lived. It was in these precious seconds as his jaws would snap down over the ghost's flesh that would be the few seconds that changed the rest of his life. He could see it coming; Isardis' jaws were coming into closer over his face. Over his eyes. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. The Ice King's upper and lower canines would sink into both eyes simultaneously, piercing the tender eyeballs. One moment he was looking up at the vivid figure of the wolf who sired him, and the next; nothing. Absolutely nothing. The vibrant world around him was suddenly plunged into darkness. Dark crimson blood would begin to spill from his ruined eyes, ebony jaws releasing the bastard's flesh as his head shot back, a wordless roar escaping from agape jaws. The pain was unlike anything that he had ever experienced in his life or anything that he would ever experience again. It was all over for him. The pain was white hot as it spread across his skull, the organ in his chest stammering to catch up with his frenzied body. The energy would begin to leak from his limbs, massive frame swaying and the pale ghost would take advantage of his weakness to shove him against the ground. Taurig would go down without a fight, limbs collapsing beneath him, skull hitting the ground hard. The pain, combined with the shove would be too much for the fallen Re and he would allow himself to sink into the darkness that had enveloped him, essentially passing out. His body would go limp in the next moment, no longer able to feel anything. And it was a good thing too or else he would've been forced to endure the pain of having his future literally ripped from his body. But unconsciousness saved him from such pain, his thighs simply slapping against one another as the man released them. Had he been awake he would've felt Isardis' left paw press against his throat as he demanded to know where Argent was and he would've laughed. Outright laughed in the bastard's face because he had taken his Queen from him. Impregnated her with his children. And the brute would never be the wiser. And without an answer the angel of death would depart, carelessly passing over his bloodied mass as he retreated back to his ice Kingdom. Taurig would remain on the ground, completely unconscious. His life would be different from this day forward. Whether good or bad that was still yet to be seen, but he would no longer be the same. How would he explain to his children, Cataleya's, Argent's and Maija's that he was blind because the man that sired him took his sight from him? He would never be able to see his children ever again; never see what they looked like. But Isardis would pay. One day. Maybe not in the near future, but one day that Ice Kingdom would come crashing down and the now blind Re could only hope that an icy shard hit its mark and rip the angel's wings clear off. "Speech"

Ozz had witnessed it all and it was devastating to her heart. Despite all the pain the scars she held over her body nothing could compare tithe pain selling at he throat from witnessing such a kind man lose such precious things. A small gasp escaped her vocals as Kai stood to the side of her spewing profanities at isar even if he did know no one but Ozz could hear him. The woman struggled pulling herself in a bolting fit if rage towards her alpha. He was badly hurt and bleeding she would need to treat the man fast and with help. Her jaws snapped around as she found so webs luckily nearby to try and stop the bleeding she needed help to carry him to a safe location and find the right herbs .

She was distraught the usually shy and timid woman had snapped into a mode where she needed to help him. Regardless if her own thoughts I the scar rating in her side from this very man he heart had jumped at the sight of him and his father fighting as thy had. Ozz turned to the tortuga a and her vocals spewed for them to help her she was not strong enough to carry the giant man to safety his blood would be safe for now with her quick run in treatment. Though her demon hissing as she went made the woman not sheds tear frantically taking grasp of the situation from her short experience as a queen. Her paws pressed against the man delicately wrapping him under her as she made an ate mot to lift him waiting to be helped by the others. She was determined to save him after all he had done he did not deserve that white devils form of punishment.

ooc: This is before Ozz comes in to try and help Taurig. Maija had been curled up in Taurig's form, cobalt blue over gold, until that morning. She had been safe and secure in the presence of the man who made her happy, something she was still getting used to. It was a nice change and the love that was slowly seeping from her heart through the icy cracks made her feel warm inside. With the warmth that came from Taurig's form physically, she was content. The world of happiness that was in his den was broken into by the morning chill. Maija, still asleep, was aware of what the Ice King wanted from Taurig, and she was saddened by the idea of potentially losing him. Despite the part of her that wanted to possessively take her Re and lock him underground to keep him safe, she quieted her mind and dealt with the possible consequences of being with the banished son of Isardis. So, when he left her sleeping alone in the den that morning, he didn't leave a woman who was ignorant of the fight that would take place. When Maija awoke, her form had lost the warmth Taurig's had provided. Winter chills swept around her through the opening of the den and she didn't hesitate to be wrapped in them. Her leaf green eyes, still blurred from sleep, were rubbed before she rose to all four paws. Strong legs stretched and carried her form towards the entrance, nose quivering at the scents that came with the winter winds. Her pack mates were around, possibly sleeping or out for an early morning hunt, but they were far from her mind. Her heart began to thump faster as she heard the snarls, barks, and growls that radiated from the fight outside of the borders. She made to turn into the den again, when a loud roar hit the air and struck a cord in her heart: Taurig. The golden female didn't hesitate then. Her legs started off at a rocky pace, but she sped up and kept the same rhythm and speed as she raced down the mountain's side to reach the ground. Once she touched the even land, Maija's body worked harder than ever. She knew something was wrong and she didn't want to waste any time finding out what happened to Taurig. Eyes began to harden as she got closer to the fighting grounds, nose being hit by the blood and anguish that radiated from the two wolves that had previously fought. What she saw after racing through the trees made her heart completely break. Taurig was passed out on the ground, blood seeping from almost every part of his body. As the crimson pool spread underneath the massive brute, Maija raced to his side just as Isardis was leaving. Her green eyes zoned in on the white wolf as he left and a loud growl rumbled from her lips. Teeth were bared and ears flattened as the anger for Taurig's father ran through her veins. Her fur stood on end as she openly snarled at the air, thoughts of possible neck veins popping and muscles crying out for air struggling in her jaws raced through her mind. How could such a highly acclaimed King be a childish bastard when he didn't even think things through? She heard a soft breathing next to her and her eyes broke away from the retreating coward's form. Maija's head turned toward Taurig, clearly knocked out but alive all the same. Her green opts roved over his form, taking in the scars that would potentially be there after healing. It was when she saw the blood around his loins and then the eyes that were no longer there that she couldn't help but break down. Tears slipped from her green opts as she lowered her head to his, licking away the blood that stretched from his sockets. The tears fell into his fur as she buried her nose into his neck, silent sobs racking her lithe, golden frame. Raising her head, she padded around him and lowered herself beside his head, cradling it with her front paws beneath it. Her regal head lowered around his neck, tears still falling from her closed eyes to his cobalt fur. Ears remained flat on her head as she shook her cranium, softly saying, "Daca AS putea, as ţineţi să vă fure ?naltă şi durere ... TE iubesc ..." (If I could, I would hold you high and steal your pain...I love you...) into his fur. Slowly, she looked up to see if anyone else would approach them. The remaining Glaciem wolves that had been there to watch the fight made her harden again. Anger seeped through her veins as she rose from the ground, tenderly lowering Taurig's head before she growled and her tail flicked from the aggravation that flared in her eyes. "Get out." She snarled, tones radiating the anger and hate that flowed from her beating heart. "You don't deserve to be on these lands. Follow your King and LEAVE." Her eyes roved over his followers, anger seething from the golden form. She heard the approach of another -- Ozz -- who immediately began to try to patch up Taurig. Maija moved away from the Glaciem lookers and turned her attention to what the female was doing. As Ozz was struggling to get Taurig up and out of harm's way, she also had called for the rest of Tortuga to arrive. Maija's howl chorused the fading one of Ozz, vocals not even straining to call for her pack. Their King was in trouble and now...now the Queen needed their help. Tortuga was her pack and family -- it was time to see how they worked together. Speech,

OOC: This is gonna be before Ozz and Maija since Sibelle is standing right there

Tension held her rooted to her spot, toes flexing as her claws dug into the earth nervously. Emerald pools watched the titans clash, watched as blood spilled. This was her father. Attacking his own blood. Russet audits remained flattened against her skull, her eyes wide with worry. Worry for the well being of her brother. It felt like an eternity as the battle raged on. More wolves had begun to gather around, coming to walk the battle take place. Falk had not shown. Where was he? Surely he had hear the cry for blood? The battled continued endlessly, the young Queen began to feel panic rising in her chest. She watched as her fathers jaws gripped her brothers face. A silent gasp parted her jaws as she watched Taurig fall. It was a minute change, but she watched, horrified, as ivory jaws clenched, blinding her dear brother. Her brothers behemoth frame slammed against the earth, unresponsive, long limbs took a step forward. Her fathers next movement signed his death warrant. The ivory ghost moved towards the cobalt Kings flanks, bloodied jaws ripped away her brothers future children, ripped away the possibility of a family. A muffled cry fell from her jaws. Her father released her fallen brother, stepping away to demand answers. Creamy lips curled back in a snarl, eyes narrowed dangerously. She stepped forward, her movements bold but confident. Venom dripped her lips, hate spewed from her pores. "You will pay, father." She spit her words at him like a curse, a vicious sound bubbled in her throat as she stood protectively over her brother, her chin tucked defensively against her throat. As soon as the ghostly bastard left, her would turn to her brother. Fear beginning to course through her veins. A low whine rolled of her tongue, her crown dropping to gently touch her brothers neck, wanting nothing more than for him to wake. Her tongue would softly wipe away the blood from his face, the blood that cascaded down his face. Hatred made her heart pound in her chest. She would avenge her brother. She would rip every from her father. Shoulders would droop, unshed tears glittering her eyes. "Oh Taurig." She would push her nose into his neck once more, his name spoken softly, only for his ears. It would take long for others to approach her fallen brother. Briefly a vicious protective snarl would rip free from her jaws, her hackles rising to the occasion. She knew neither of these woman or what their purpose was coming so near. Nostrils quivered, taking in the familiar scent of Tortuga. "Are you healers?" She barked out her words, demanding an answer before she would step aside, allowing them to approach, but she would not move more than a foot from the fallen King. She watched warily as a woman approached, speaking in strange tones to her brother. Narrowed eyes watched her carefully, she could smell her brother on this woman. She would hold back her aggression, allowing this woman to come near, she obviously meant something to her brother. Next to approach was another unfamiliar woman, one she hoped would answer her question. The woman moved silently, attempting in vain to get her brother up. With one last look at the Glaciem wolves she would move her large bodice to her brothers side, helping to move him some place safe. In the back of her mind she registered the call for help coming from one of the woman. Briefly she wondered where in the hell Falk was. But her sole focus was her brother and making sure he was safe. "Thank you for helping my brother." She would usher soft words to the women quickly, speaking only for their ears before others would approach, if the young Queen so allowed them to do so. Talk like this

Gitan had been sleeping; admittedly he should have been out patrolling, but his body was still weary from the fighting he had been through and there was still much heavy on his mind. He pulled himself groggily from his dream, blinking blearily, he stretched. A yawn forced mandible down, and it gave a pop. Stepping lightly from his den he stretched again, reveling in the sun upon his pelt even if it was the weaker winter sun. Happily oblivious to the fighting at the boarder he was surprised to hear a call, and not just a call one from two of Tortuga?s current members. A sense of urgency was carried within those calls and he laid his ears back. Pushing himself into a run he approached the site on the border where the fighting had taken place only moment before. When his eyes fell upon the fallen form of his alpha. There was blood everywhere and he had to swallow the lump in his throat. He then saw the form of Ozz, and Maja and a wolf he did not recognize around the fallen Re. Ozz seemed to be struggling to lift the king. Rushing forwards he man went to aid her, shoulders tilted down he would try to lift the man upon his back. The weight of the cobalt man would shift upwards with his joined efforts. He would not speak a word to the two woman, too much still in shock. Speech,

Tidus

The young male had been sleeping soundly, the darkness around him enveloping. Since he had returned from the war, he had remained in his den for the majority of his time. Not coming out in the sight of others if at all because of his ruined eye. He felt ashamed, useless. The usually young bouncy and vibrant man was now a shell of his former self. It seemed not even his newfound mate could pull him from the darkness he had dug himself into. At last he tilted his head forward to stare out into light at the entrance to his den. His good left eye staring at the brightness whilst the other would forever stare into darkness. Sighing heavily, he turned his head suddenly realizing that Ozz was not there. Worried, he glanced towards the outside world again, a whine rising in his throat. He was not keen on going out there, to face the others with his failure. He had distracted the demon enough for his cobalt brother to escape unscathed with one of the bastards own, but at a price when the bastards bitch took his eye. Hesitantly, he rose on stiff legs. His appearance unkempt and scrawny as he lacked appetite for days. He simply couldn't bring himself to eat, he had been in a hermits shell it seemed, hidden away from the world in the depths of his den. Slowly he stepped out into the light, the weak sun warm on the fur that was exposed to its light. Glancing around, he could see no one, but the mingled scent of fear, anger, despair, and blood filled the air. With furrowed brows, he pulled forward into the clearing, the rest of his body pulling out of the darkness of the den he had never left since returning. It felt strange being out here again, and although he was scared he knew that he could not live out his days in the darkness. It was then that a massive cry; no. More the one, many voices filled the air near the borders. Raising his head up, nostrils quivering he could scent the traces of Glaciem upon Tortugan lands. Hackles instinctively rising, teeth bared in a snarl and his muscles tensed as his one eye cast about wildly, he raced forward towards the cries. The tang of blood was thick in the air, and upon arriving Tidus could see many gathered. Glaciem stood nearby, the white bastard turning away from Tortugan borders and heading back to his ice prison. Oceanic blue gaze would fall to the ground. Falling upon the cobalt form of his self proclaimed brother. His eyes widened, the amount of blood and the state his unconscious king was in enraged him. So it seemed the pink and white bastard had come to take what he wanted. Was his pride never satisfied? He saw others coming to form around his Re. And swiftly Tidus would move forward and approach his king. He saw Gitan's intentions, and so Tidus would arrive on the opposite side and slide his foreleg underneath to lift him atop his back. He would feel his shoulder touching Gitan's, and so Tidus would glance ahead and stare at the form of the bastard who had done this. Was he so insecure in his abilities that he felt the need to take out all who he felt was a threat to his kingdom? Obviously. Tidus figured that if he was that insecure, then he was obviously not strong enough to hold his kingdom down and from being taken away. "Such a pathetic excuse for a king...cowardly insecure mongrel...taking away his son's life because he feels threatened...he'll get what's coming to him. His kingdom will fall apart, and then he'll be left cast out like the street cur he is." He said loud enough for those close enough to hear. He kept an icy glare upon the ice bastard, and then he would cast a soft glance at Taurig. "We'll get you home safe and sound...hang in there...brother." Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think