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Posted 09-09-2017, 09:58 PM |
Genesis
Rogue
Female, 2.00
Mesomorph
31" in, 115 lbs
ooo ep
© Vio
A hum rumbled in her chest, claws clicking against dusty stone as she examined their surroundings. Narrowed sapphire orbs look further on, at the pillars, the dried blood. The clear sacrifice that marked the beginning of her life here on Doutaini. Perhaps she would prevail, perhaps she'd end up as the laughing stock. But through it all Ginny knew that this was the right choice, she might swear she regretted it later on, but even knowing her fate Genesis would still come. Maybe just for the sights, the sounds, the constant knowledge that there were mythical beings to be seen and heard. Canines poked out the edge of her lip, the cutting edge of her tooth was revealed. Genesis was raised around the hyper religious, with no last name given to her. Last names were only given to the worthy, those who've lived a total of three years. Most didn't survive that long in her clan, there were predators all around them. Big cats, mountain lions, and the water supply were riddled with leeches. She survived off of pure wits and knowing when to just bow her head. This battle arena wasn't much unlike her own back home, so... Plain, yet with years upon years of dead wolves that have littered its ground. "Good for those seeking conquest."

""


Devil May Cry



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Posted 09-12-2017, 06:15 PM |
Devil May Cry
Rogue
Female, 3.50
Endomorph
32 in, 130 lbs
29 ep
© crow.


      The land of blood and tears. A place of ruin of life, of dreams, of one's very soul lest they take care. It is no wonder that the beast of violence is drawn to this place. No wonder that it suits the thing almost as a second skin. Here, life made sense. One fought for what they wanted. One received their dues by their strength and sweat and skill. We gladiate. The beast stood, center-ring, eyes closed, and breathed. The atmosphere seeped into the very fibers of its being, soothing its savage nature. Anywhere else there were rules, so many rules, that made little sense. Smile. Say please and thank you. Polite, polite, polite! The beast writhed beneath this insanity, its body coiling and uncoiling and coiling again at every bend of unspoken regulation. Yet, here, there existed a particular brand of calm. A creature in its very element.
      The presence of another being was no interruption. In this rare state of peace there were few things that could truly interrupt. Eyes flashed open, lightning flashing in electric gaze, settling focus on the female standing to the arena-side. Lips parted in a fanged grin. "There is conquest to be had, here." Skull turned, dipping between forelimbs in a position that could be offense, could be defense, could be weariness were it not for the gleam of tooth. "One does not live in the world of my past without conquering." A invitation to dance in the subtle forward-roll of shoulder.



notes. short, but there lol dunno if you'd be interested in a spar, but dmc is always ready for one. especially against sexy babes ;D
words. 249
tags. Genesis



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Posted 09-12-2017, 09:03 PM |
Genesis
Rogue
Female, 2.00
Mesomorph
31" in, 115 lbs
ooo ep
© Vio
It was a hot day, all moisture sucked from the earth, and generally air around them. Summer would soon turn to Fall, but for now the sun rays continued to hit full force until their time came to hide behind thick clouds. The panting woman was lost in thought, a burning red heat beneath her skin. She hadn't seen the other rogue, the gemless often lurked beyond her view. In the shadows, where nobody could judge them. It was only her hidden kindness that prevented the she-wolf from naming them cowards. Genesis knew no true fear, only the thud of her heart, the adrenaline that ran molten cold.

Just like now!

"Do you make it happen to eavesdrop? Stranger danger and all that?" Ears flicker backwards, arctic blues meeting cool electric. The hair along her spine almost rises in irritation, instead, lips quirk into a chilled grin. Genesis felt the warmth beneath her pads with recognition, her place amongst the battle stones always felt assured. Eyes silently narrow, while hackles would rise hesitantly as if the sun were nipping them. Unsure, but focused. DMC's casual aggression wouldn't be brushed aside easily. There was a decent five to six feet between them, but her muzzle continues to wrinkle quietly, canines showing beneath the thin folds of her lips. "So... You're an insecure ghost I assume? Stuck in the past and stuffed with loneliness, like those tragedy romance tales?" Ginny barked out amusedly, even as her hind legs curled, weight centering backward in preparation to lunge forward. Despite that her defenses were half-assed, lazy, possibly an attempted insult at the danger DMC could cause. The woman's tail flicked towards Devil, come at me bitch.

""


Devil May Cry, not a real fight post yet so I didn't add stats.



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Posted 09-13-2017, 06:45 AM |
Devil May Cry
Rogue
Female, 3.50
Endomorph
32 in, 130 lbs
29 ep
© crow.


      "Oh, my." The latter syllable was drawn out, the fanged grin spreading with humor and amusement at its sharp edges. This girl was a feisty one, wasn't she? "You will pardon me for offending your oh so delicate sensibilities." A dark chortle accompanied the sting of word. If merely speaking was enough to ruffle this one's feathers, then a bit of baiting would certainly lead to some fun. But, oh, how hard to prod the thing? Skull dipped low before the chest, ears pressing forward hard in intent focus. An act of aggression? Fangs already exposed, muzzle wrinkled in that half-humorous way that had become so commonplace these days.
      "Insecure ghost, I've never been called. It has a ring to it." The title did well to piss the beast off, but she held it at bay with flame and pitchfork. "Yet I am quite certain that one such as yourself can do so much better." Now she lifted her skull slightly, still wary of making vulnerable her throat, lifting a forepaw as though prepared for an onslaught. "Lay it on me, babe." She leaned back onto her rear slightly, serving to coil tendon and give the impression of opening herself to more of the vicious verbal abuse.
      Today was simply a peaceful day. The violent air of this place had laid stain against her soul. Old blood and new soothed the incessant desire to fight, to harm. Perhaps her patience would wear thin with this girl before her, but that would not be yet. Not so soon. Not when there was a chance at something other than a savage clash of fang on fang. Was it wrong of her to want something else?



notes. welp. i expected her to jump right into a fight buuuuut she did this instead xD
words. 283
tags. Genesis



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Posted 09-13-2017, 05:04 PM |
Genesis
Rogue
Female, 2.00
Mesomorph
31" in, 115 lbs
ooo ep
© Vio
"Have some tact." Genesis snarled, drawing out the syllables quietly with a poisoned tone. This woman had to be playing games, and that wasn't okay, no one played games with the Spades. Plus no stable person attacked practical strangers first, (but let's all conveniently ignore the fact that this is an arena.) Arctic blue eyes run across the length of Devil's frame, hackles bristling even as her heart beat evened out. Perhaps this wouldn't end in a brutal bloodbath. Perhaps she wouldn't need to mar her teeth. Brunette strands flatten once more, but black lips remained peeled and poised for her to snap when needed. Ginny's tail curls beneath her rigid figure. Still, she refrains from lunging out at DMC, irritated at her lack of initative. It was always easier to think quickly and attack simultaneously. Easier to let the brutal logic take over her polite side. Ears angle backwards, letting a snarl build before dying out. If her newfound companion was practiced in the art of manipulation then this would pleasure. "You aren't here if you're a ghost, you're harmless, weak, unworthy of anyone's time. Little of threat, right?" Her muzzle pulls into a grin, jaws beginning to stretch out, for a nasty insult or maiming power. Ginny's eyes narrow with ill tempered intent. Your move.

""


Devil May Cry



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Posted 09-16-2017, 03:30 PM |
Devil May Cry
Rogue
Female, 3.50
Endomorph
32 in, 130 lbs
29 ep
© crow.


      Oh, but there is little fun to be had of the taciturn, save a few violent delights. Blood did run so much darker red when it came from internal cavities. Still, she stood, quiet, and kept the beast behind its bars even as the female continued to rake her cup across them with a metal clang. Today would be a lesson in exercising control, she decided. Control of the beast even when it seemed that there would be no more enjoyable option but to loose the cuffs and watch the shit hit the fan. So she altered the position of its cage, allowing it a front row view to the show. The bars, however, were reinforced.
      She flinched at the accusation of being unworthy. Oh, yes. This female had found a button. That electric gaze turned to storm-clouds, lightning flashing on the horizon--the beast peered through and seethed. The cage structure flexed beneath the strength of the beast's rage, manifesting in the physical world with a full-lift of hackle. But she was in control, here, offended as she was and as much as she agreed with the beast. They'd endured too much in their short life to ever be called unworthy. When she spoke, her voice was low and dangerous. "You know nothing of worth."
      Then her posture relaxed, her body losing some its tension. Unprepared, she would never be, but she could--and would--learn to relax every now and again. Especially when confront with such infuriating company. Much more calm, a humored grin returned to her face. "I applaud your ability to find the knife and swing it. I wonder how well your ability to twist it is." She turned her head aside, peering now at the female with only her right eye--the scar beneath it a glaring sign of adored violence and learned lesson. Ears slicked back, the corner of her mouth quirking up. She invited more of what this female had to say about her. Invited her to not just rake the bars of the beast's cage, but to dangle meat just beyond its reach. So that she could remind the thing of violence and battle, that it was a tool, useful for survival, but it was not its own being.



notes. awyis. lay it on thick ;D
words. 373
tags. Genesis



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