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EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
Posted 06-27-2017, 07:56 PM |
Cosimo
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THERE'S A ROOM WHERE THE LIGHT WON'T FIND YOU

he's never cared for travel: for dehydration and sleeping under the stars and walking and walking and walking. but he's even less incline to like it, now, with a little dove in tow, quiet and practically quaking at his hip. a lasso lay gentle around her throat, loose enough that the knot sits at the point of her breast, nestling in the hollow there. it's an odd sight, cosimo carrying that loose leash and the elegant, milk-white galatea following meekly behind. it's little more than a formality, a tradition that the prince grudgingly accepts they should continue. she was sold to him but, gods, he was not to be her master. he doesn't think he could stand the little bird, with her trembling limbs and downturned lips; her pale, sad eyes and the way her wild fur seems to swallow her whole when she sinks into herself. and she does it often. women, he thinks, are simply not for me. she is nothing like orestes, however, nothing even like mother. too gentle, too breakable: and far, far too demure.

she stood by, motionless and sick, while he brother set the terms of her sale. she watched, jaw slack, while he took his sack of goods and left her in the ( unknowingly capable, kind ) jaws of a bemused cosimo.

now, he thinks, he wishes he would have kept the brother. when he says as much, galatea only gives him a sour look and dares to tell him to keep her brother's name from his tongue. it elicits a chuckle from the monochrome dalmasca as he purrs and croons to the darling girl, soothing the hurt and smoothing over any insult. she's safe with him, he promises - and when they reach the promised land ( gods, but it makes him gag just to say the words ), they'll sort this mess out.

he only wants to hand her to father and seek relief in the bottom of some ale, some pretty boys, and a bed of doutaini's finest flowers.

because by the time he finds the willows, his paws are as sore as his soul. his fur is dirty and his toes are thick with mud. the winter's freeze has done lessened and with the warmer weather comes mud. cosimo looks less gray, now, and more brown - and he's furious for it, luminous eyes stormy and promising to hurt the first creature who comments on his less-than-beautiful appearance.

galatea lingers behind him, long head slung low with that rope tethering her to his side, even as he lets the lead trail lazily from his lower jaw alone. "fret not, sweetling, we're here. have heart." and while he's been insufferably sarcastic much of the trip, it's a genuine sentiment - and she offers a smile of gratitude, small and almost fearful at the edges.

while she finds a seat, weary and ready for the nightmare to end ( even as it's only beginning ), cosimo tips his jaw to one side and lets a crooning, begging song lift from his lips. please, o gods, let daddy dearest be nearby!

"!"

Bhaltair Orestes Anaxagoras










Posted 06-28-2017, 12:06 PM |
Orestes
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Mature Language.

Endomorph. 34 inches. 125 pounds. Excellent Health.


"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!", it was a cry from the trees as she rushed forward not even trying to take another look and make sure it was her sibling. His cry met her ears as rage boiled through her. Her head is kept low, parallel to her sharp shoulders as her body remains in a line as she bolts—as much as it could anyways. There is immense growling as her muzzle remain wrinkled and dipped downward slightly, hackles bristling in her rage. She was fury and he would crumple beneath the mighty mountain! Jaws are agape just so as her paws come together on the ground three feet away from him—if he hadn't moved—to send her leaping directly for Cosimo's face, she aimed for his muzzle, where it began to slope upwards on her forehead. Much as she had Anaxagoras, she cared not to spare their good looks. They would be marked for their treachery! The bitch near him is irrelevant, disregarded even if she somehow got mixed up in the fray. She would be devoured too! Her tail is raised behind her in clear dominance as she flew forward. Her head would tilt to her left slightly to obtain such a grasp if she had been successful. Her paws go numb with the force of her immense weight and the cold floor of the willows decorated in snow. When she would land her feet would be kept splayed, legs bent slightly to hunker her larger weight to the ground and she would try to force his head downwards in the dirt in dominance as she landed. You will pay for your sins against the Legion!

Orestes VS Cosimo
to maim/mark/dominance
move 01

I am sorry, she's such a butthead x.x also left time limit off but you can add one? lol Left the scenery vague cause yeah :l
""










Posted 06-29-2017, 10:24 PM |
Cosimo
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THERE'S A ROOM WHERE THE LIGHT WON'T FIND YOU

there's the rapid sound of footsteps on snow - he can't tell if it's orestes snarling or the ice underfoot crunching, in the end - and a banshee's call as his sister comes tearing from the trees. for a moment, an expression of endearment flits across his face and he cocks a hip to one side, jerking galatea forward and closer with a motion of his head that tightens the lasso and beckons her. the long-legged girl stumbles nearer, brows furrowing, as cosimo steps backwards and twists away, shoving into her at the last moment so she is the one in front, thrust at orestes like an offering. "now, now, sister-dear!" he cries out, raising his voice above the din. with the quick push-and-dodge, it would be galatea that gains the brunt of orestes attack lest she avert her attempt*.

he flops to the ground, then, simply going boneless a half-step away from the white creature who can only look on with horror and uncertainty as orestes flies her way and her would-be savior hits the ground, already groaning and whining as he wriggles around in the snow ( tucking his tail and haunches to try to protect his balls as well as tucking his muzzle to his throat, twisting his body so he's not quite so fully open to her mercy. ).

he'd like to explain ( read: charm his way out of it. he's very charming, orestes, you know. ).

"!"

* Orestes short, small reply bc i dunno if she'll go at galatea or turn and attack cosimo, so leavin' this vague and open. ;) if she's still goin' at galatea, either reply or PM me and i can throw up a response on her account with damage and such!










Posted 06-30-2017, 07:23 PM |
Panik
Spirit
Female, 5.75
Endomorph
35 in, 110 lbs
290 ep
© tig
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
"the stars incline us, they do not bind us."

there is no formal indication of her approach, only the warm scent of sea and meadow, and the gentle rasp of leathery feet across worm earth and frosted grass. this is her domain, beneath this very tree -- this scene stands as the backdrop for too many childhood memories to recall.

'dalmascans.' a gutteral bark, one wolfish brow peaked. 'never a moment of peace about your kind.' for the moment, she can only observe their custom -- the cowering man and that bullheaded woman. ( sister. ) and cowering, moon-pale, calf-eyed; an innocent caught in the fray, and for a moment, she considers leaving her there. an aeon exists within her breath, sighed long and low as she stretches reluctantly with those lank steps. and then, with the corded strength of her hinderlimbs gathering, the woman would lunge forwards, intending to capture that pallid flesh among her jaws and retreat with hostage in tow. no matter the tangle, she would aim for the nape where less damage might be wrought -- orestes was chaotic in attack, and, by this luck, perhaps the stranger would escape unscathed yet. there is hope that the dalmascan woman would be too enthralled within her violent delights to take offence at such a thing, but she would attempt to draw defences as best as she may on such a short occasion: hackles arrange in a thick tangle, ears slanted to her skull, eyes narrowed, tail swept for balence and her stance held low and wide. it is this stature of semi-crouch that may also assist her, power gathered in a backwards scuttle that would aid in dragging along a second body.










Posted 06-30-2017, 10:48 PM |
Orestes
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Mature Language.

Endomorph. 34 inches. 125 pounds. Excellent Health.


Cosimo, of course, immediately aims to weasel his way out of it and Orestes Dalmasca was having none of it. He would not be the only siblings to return to a flurry of fangs and claws. They will be marked for their treachery! That had been the promise she had made to the gods and to the legion. Their legion. Galatea is shoved towards Orestes as a meat shield, and though the woman didn't care to maim her, she also didn't care that she would be destroyed too. Orestes is a not as maneuverable as her brother Anaxagoras. She cannot turn on a dime to try and avoid Galatea if she wanted to, it would be a waste. So Orestes jaws snap on nothingness even as she aimed to nab the bitch in tow of her brother. There is madness boiling. His eyes catch her and now her intentions shift. Her feet had already come together as she had expected to stop and hold something firm. Quickly Orestes turns to her left?* and cries in a gruff snarl. Perhaps Cosimo would hear it and be riled, but Orestes didn't give two shits if he joined in or not. He did not know the rage Orestes felt for this queen. "For the legion!", it is short and a whisper, a prayer sent to the gods as she moved. Panik would finally pay for her sins against the legion. Her invasiveness of their family was the final straw. They were legion and she was not. This did not concern her!

She lunges to her left, hind legs extending to send her flying towards Panik's right side**. Jaws are agape, parted wide as Orestes aims to devour Panik's sternomastoideus, a little further back as she knew Panik was backpeddling and she wished her aim to be true. She aimed to gather as much of the loose folds of flesh there, what little might have existed in her position*** and hold tight as she would push forward in attempts to fell her to the side, even in her widened stance, hoping for the element of surprise. She is no longer conscious of sparing a windpipe or jugular. She aimed to vanquish the bitch finally. Her chest would be aimed to slam against her, hind legs extended slightly to press against the Divine bitch, bent just so to anchor her. In such a position, Orestes' throat is protected, lowered as best it could be and bundled with fur and flesh. Her attack would keep Panik away from her own throat hopefully.

Her hackles are bristled in madness as she moved to change tactics quickly, hoping to catch the queen somewhat off guard. Her tail flies out behind her, raised in dominance. Galatea is ignored, whether she somehow ended up in their tussle—she hoped the bitch was smart enough to break free and move. Golden eyes are narrowed and focused on her prey, ears forever melted into her skull now. Life or death. If she somehow perished (doubtful) she knew her brethren would avenge her. Her stance is widened as usual, an unmovable mountain even as the cold bit her paw pads. No longer did the cold make her ache as anger made her hot, hot, hot. Believe it or not, but Orestes had never been this furious before.

Orestes VS Panik
to kill.
move 01
four days to respond ( would like to keep this moving as it's a major fight. )

2 victories. 2 draws. 1 defeat.

""


*Panik's direction not mentioned, assuming Panik couldn't be directly behind her as Cosimo had shoved Galatea in front of him.
** again assuming since no direction is specified.
*** head lowering not specified, assumed it's raised slightly because of her aim on Galatea.

MUSCLES

( if any of this is wonky, PM me x.x )

Cosimo










Posted 07-01-2017, 01:32 PM |
Panik
Spirit
Female, 5.75
Endomorph
35 in, 110 lbs
290 ep
© tig

'i am your father's queen' -- for Orestes has never held stock in pack nor the name of their shared goddess. so you will claim ties to neither. with that thought, orestes' neckless resolves to nought but evaporated stardust. in speaking, she would release her charge ( if indeed, the stranger had been rescued ). advantage is taken of this sudden lightening of weight to shepherd aside the potential obstacle of galatea, her backwards creep suddenly righted to a propped stance upon wide-set legs, form held low and ready upon the stored power of those bent limbs. those bristled hairs twitch with tightening sinew, lips naturally withdrawing from her nacreous canines and features wrinkled to a gargoyle intensity about narrow, blazing eyes. the ears atop the woman's skull tighten to her pate, curved backwards like the horns of a devil.

she would turn slightly towards the charging woman, low stance maintained as her hindlimbs step to her left to place her at a more obtuse angle to her opponent. in this movement, her tail sways in both dominance and to aid her balance. they are both endomorphs, but at a lower speed, she is far more manoeuvrable than the stampeding dalmascan.

it is because of this shift that, instead of the sternomastoideus, orestes' grip would find itself across the apex of the fatty seam between the forwards trapezius and the upper deltiod brachioradialis ( over the spine of the scapula ), upon her right side. there, the skin is elastic and loose, furnished with a layer of lipid materials unattached to the thin muscle bunched across her shoulders. pain stings among those pinching points, small punctures opening as flesh wields beneath her opponent's teeth. blood oozes slowly from these wounds in bubbling drops, stiring her from cool concentration as adrenaline begins to flow. she tightens her shoulders, shifts free more of the giving flesh of her scruff to avoid a limited range of motion, and further lift the hair about her hackles.

in reaction to the press forwards of the other woman's shoulders, her weight sinks towards her hind end, quarters hunkered low over hocks to avoid the dalmascan's attempt to topple her. beneath her feet, the earth is cold ( biting ), but the loosely packed earth of the willows is a fine grip for her spread toes and searching talons.

the woman is obviously not playing any games. she presses her shoulder close to orestes, butting her chest against the woman with the same sudden momentum that would whip her head to the right. she aims to seize upon the woman's left masseter and molaris and part skin and muscle from skull, rend open the facial and maxillary arteries. her head turns in action in such a way as to cover her own throat. she hopes that attaining such a hold would deter her opponent from seeking a more dangerous grip.

to death
move i of iii & iii days to respond
elements active (290) & dodge intact
endo; 110 & 35; excellent
11v 0d 1l
muscles and bones ref'd from the biology page. arteries ref'd from here.










Posted 07-01-2017, 02:11 PM |
Storm
Bhaltair
Storm Wolf
Male, 5.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
587 ep
© Sabrina
⇡ ⇣ ⇡ ⇣ ⇡ ⇣ ⇡

What should've been a joyful reunion had quickly devolved into madness, the very same that had bred and birthed the Legion, and Bhaltair could only delight in whetting his bloodlust on it once more. The commander had torn through the forest in search of his second son, stomach knotted at the very idea that Cosimo had returned to them at last! Accustomed to Orestes' tendencies, Bhaltair equipped himself with defenses long before he reached the Willows - thick black hackles stood erect from his crown to his hindquarters, limbs spread evenly for weight distribution, ears back and eyes narrowed. His only hope had been to precede his violent heiress, but alas, his arrival afforded him only the chaos of her fury and fangs - but a split-second analysis of the fray lit his blood to boiling. The idolatrous bitch, Panik, and his daughter, wrapped up in a deadly dance; rage sprang free of his heart, loosed a latch on a cage long-locked, and as Orestes' necklace shattered, so, too, did the amulet on the breast of Panik: YOU ARE NO QUEEN OF MINE! With his head lowered and lips writhing, Bhaltair lunged for the godless woman's free left side as she snapped her head to the right. He threw his weight forward, jaws stretching wide while bloodlust and frenzied ferocity swam in those narrowed eyes; he sought the curve of her throat, just behind her chin (pictured here), as it seemed so neatly angled toward him while she twisted away to try and plant her teeth in his daughter's face. If successful, he meant to clamp down his teeth against those many carotid arteries that lay nestled within, against the windpipe and jugular; he meant to sever any ties she had to this mortal realm and dispose of the bitch once and for all. Throughout the maneuver, the commander crouched toward the ground, intent on utilizing an upward snap to both secure the grasp he sought and to protect his own throat from a similar fate, with hindquarters lowered to the ground, forelegs spread and toes splayed, to further anchor the monster as he quarreled. They would do away with this threat to the Legion without an ounce of mercy to be spared on her treasonous soul.

THE LEGION vs. PANIK
to the death
move one of ?
four days to reply










Posted 07-01-2017, 02:52 PM |
Panik
Spirit
Female, 5.75
Endomorph
35 in, 110 lbs
290 ep
© tig
( hey y'all, so due to confusion and me being forgetful, panik is assumed to be heavily pregnant. if you wish for me to rewrite my first post to account for this, i'll happily do so! however, this will not affect her previous actions or the way in which she attacks in terms of her choosing differently <3 )










Posted 07-01-2017, 02:55 PM |
Storm
Bhaltair
Storm Wolf
Male, 5.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
587 ep
© Sabrina
ooc, no need to edit, Tig! It wouldn't affect how Orestes responded, according to Penn, and so it wouldn't affect Bhaltair, either. Feel free to keep going~!










Posted 07-01-2017, 03:39 PM |
Anaxagoras
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O, DEATH.

It is a brother's call which lures the man from his polar abode; he descents with urgency, sending snow fluttering all around him in his frenzied descent. Though ambiguity colors his expression, Anaxagoras wears a dark shadow of doubt. Could it be? The voice which pulls him so is all too familiar, no matter the ages it's been since the charismatic voice of Cosimo has snagged his ears. Without agility to reinforce his ectomorphic gait, he manages to arrive not before, but in tandem with his fellow kin. Those burning eyes sweep briefly over their returning kin and his charge - an unfamiliar woman - to make sense of the scene. His heated glare finds Panik's back, while she is tangled in a dance of death with his sister, as his father charges, wild-eyed and snarling, at Divine's queen. His eyes narrow angrily as the necklace around Orestes' throat shatters, and it is then that his stuttered pace picks up. The dark king throws himself into a full sprint, barreling toward the trio with controlled focus. He'd streak past Cosimo in the process -- reuniting would have to wait until the gossamer woman had been felled. Whatever her transgression, he trusts in the instincts of his family -- together, they would move as one, regimented and designed to destroy. Hackles flare down his spine as talons tear up the earth beneath his thundering paws, while his tail flares out behind him for balance. Narrowed eyes hone in on the junction of her right back limb, just above the elbow; with his ears flung back against his crown, Anaxagoras wrenches his teeth apart beneath wrinkled lips and slings his jaws low over his throat for protection. his slender body follows suit, hunkering toward the ground in the final moments of his assault as he aims to latch hungering fangs around the joint, just above the angled bend of her hind limb. With all the fury and might of a protective elder brother, he seeks to sink his teeth into the meat of her limb and dig his heels into the ground, so he might yank backwards and thrash with all his might to upset her balance and provide them with a clear advantage to strike her down.



the legion vs. panik
to the death
move one of three
four victories, two draws in doutaini
dodge available
three days to reply












Posted 07-01-2017, 04:20 PM |
Doutaini Staff
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N/A, 10.50
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ep
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STAFF NOTE: This thread is on hold pending a discussion. Thank you for your patience <3










Posted 07-01-2017, 06:07 PM |
Doutaini Staff
Staff
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STAFF NOTE: This thread is now open and ready to continue! Thank you for your patience.










Posted 07-01-2017, 06:54 PM |
Song
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The call for Bhaltair meets his ears in the usual fashion, and Song's own audit twitches in recognition of the sound. Still weary from his slumber he rolls onto his side, groaning in exhaustion. The call was for Bhaltair, yes, but it was coming from the Willows. Since his promotion to Divine Beta, Song had not been recruiting quite as often as he thought that he should, and so the tri-colored man rose to his paws, shaking the sleep from his fur before making his way to the Willows.

The closer that he got to his destination, the more worried he became as the sounds of fighting and bloodshed drowned out the sounds of nature that usually filled the Willows. He could smell that familiar iron tang mixed with the scent of his own packmates, and he rushed into a sprint.

When he came upon the clearing beneath the Willows of the Gods themselves, he found his own black-ridged king in tight combat with the sub-alpha - his daughter Orestes already locked into battle on her other side. His hackles rose dangerously, a growl rumbling deep within his throat. it felt all too familiar, and though he knew not what Panik had done to deserve the wrath of the Dalmascans, Song's loyalty would always lie with Bhaltair.

Spying the form of an additional Dalmascan with a prisoner in tow would cause Song to stop. What a strange sight they were - two unsorted wolves among a writhing mass of Divines. Song quickly stole around the ball of bloodied wolves to address the strange male, fury glowing like hot emerald fire in his eyes.

"You are obviously of his blood, though I see no sign of allegiance in your gaze....why do you hold this wolf captive? Does she need a haven? i will take her to Divine if she seeks shelter. You may come too, though I warn you that you will be both under strict guard until Bhaltair's return." He didn't know a thing about these two wolves. He didn't know if he could trust them in his homeland, but the poor female looked scared out of her wits and the male didn't seem to care for any but his own hide. He would personally watch over them until his alpha decided their fate. If they somehow started this, they still deserved a trial. A call for Lypso'ru and the others of Divine would fill the air before making his next move. There were two of them, and one of him. He may need assistance transporting Divine's two new omegas.

Then he would stoop and aim to pick up the rope between his teeth. "Come now." He would command as he would tug the ro[e to pull the woman alongside him.

Cosimo Galatea Kaleddin Lunafer Zinna Makenna Venus Asher Desdemona Vodka

Song arrives and sees the fight
Song sees Cosimo and Galatea and demands that they come with him to Divine to decide their fate as omegas.










Posted 07-01-2017, 08:40 PM |
Orestes
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Mature Language.

Endomorph. 34 inches. 125 pounds. Excellent Health.


Panik screams and Orestes is blind to everything as she shoots forward with only one goal. Even as Panik, in her flitting title and apparent pregnancy, shattered the necklace that tied Orestes to Divine. It only fueled Orestes and she chortles inwardly, as if Orestes Dalmasca needed assistance from Hotaru to vanquish her queen. Panik had never deserved the title in the first place. She feels amused, relieved, angered, and more. She is a mix of emotions she buries deep beneath her surface. Hotaru.... Perhaps it was blasphemous to send prayer to the god, whether it was for forgiveness or strength, but Orestes loved the gods nonetheless. It is a strange sensation to feel the magic burst at your chest, as Haya's had before. It doesn't faze her, she can react fully later. Her drive was a sacrifice.

Jaws snap hard on Panik's shoulder, fur and flesh molding into her mighty jaws as Orestes is met. She is breathless in their collision and fury, but mostly from her overwhelming emotions. Even as she pushes and Panik moves to strike, Orestes quickly abandons her grasp to turn and move her face directly to her right and into Panik's swipe. Orestes aims to swing her hindquarters more to her left, in opposition to Panik. It is sudden—the jarring as Panik's jaws puncture her right zygomaticus. Though it isn't as severe as Panik wished it to be. Her face is opened to the biting wind and it only riles the beast more, blood seeping down the right side of her, growing sticky and frozen as her jaws ached. She fears for a moment for her eye, even narrowed they risked being burst. Flesh was flayed and a part of her was removed with Panik's jaws. She would not obtain a hold there as Orestes forced her skull to her right to rip Panik's grasp from her. Not without sacrifice of course. Her fangs would drag down the side of her face, ripping and flaying flesh as they went. There is immense agony that flares through her jaws. The side of her face is ignited in pain as Winter stung and bit. Her hackles furrowed as she kept her ears melted to her skull. Blood, lots of blood. She cannot tell how bad the damage was, but she didn't give two shits. Through her narrowed gaze she catches her commander's fury and she feel invigorated. So suddenly she snapped, aiming to take advantage of the closeness as Panik's jaws left her face in her turn to the right, she'd simultaneously part her jaws wide to clamp shut. I care not for beauty, bitch.

She'd aim to snap abruptly, jaws parted wide in a wrinkled snarl to bury her fangs into Panik's muzzle, canines digging for her facial artery if she were successful. Orestes would aim to come crushing down on Panik's jaws, to crush the fragile mandible and to silence the bitch. To smother her. She hoped with such a close proximity and a quick snap she would be successful. Then Orestes would simply hold her for now while the Legion devoured her and Orestes could feel the breath leave her—hopefully. She wished to keep Panik steady so that Bhaltair had a better position to devour her throat. Her stance is widened still, bent at the joints as she was anchored forever to the floor. Her limbs would move to keep her on Panik, relentless and unforgiving. Her head was kept as low as possible, vital in this endeavor. Everyone else is ignored, Orestes was focused on one thing alone.


The Legion VS Panik
to kill.
move 02/03
three days to respond

2 victories. 2 draws. 1 defeat.

""


MUSCLES










Posted 07-01-2017, 10:19 PM |
Venus
Rogue Wolf
Female, 3.75
Ectomorph
39 in, 91 lbs
35 ep
© cat
There were too many calls. To many scents of her pack that lead from home and toward the edge of Doutaini. She could not contain her curiosity as she had followed. As she had lurked like a shadow after the corrupted queen. Venus knew she did not deserve her rank back, yet. But that did not mean given some time that she would not go gunning for it once again. She had to re-implant herself within the pack. Form her connections and prove her worth all over again. She would. Just as she chased on to the scene.

She came in right after the call from Song, perhaps a minute or so after. But she is there none the less. Eyes are already taking in the situation laid out. A fight to the death draws her attention away from what Song was occupied with. Eyes glued to the bodies that faught. Panik. She spotted her with great ease and in a flash her own teeth bared. Ears pinned and she could not help the itching urge to help. Oh she wanted to be the death of her. They had stole her chance. A growl of irritation pulls her head back to Song.

Fine. Stalking forward she joins at his side. Flesh pressing to flesh if he allows such a thing from a wayward mother. But she is read to aid or take down.










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