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Posted 01-14-2018, 11:51 AM |
Enigma ( Admin )
Lyra
Enigma Wolf
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
259 ep
© Ly

she returns the next day. after encountering the unguarded borders of the hill upon her last visit, she'd been somewhat surprised that her call had been answered at all; it seemed a new leader had taken control of the mountain. but the opponent did not matter. the hill would not be rebuilt. she intended to watch its peak languish for as long as her blood still flowed.

and she was not a woman easily refused.

if he would see his mountain rebuilt, his queen would have to champion it. lyra returns to the same desolate spot, its muddy terrain unchanged from the day before, and assumes a warrior's position. legs squared and weight spread over them, muscles loose and ready to spring, toes seeking purchase in the mud. her head bowed low between her shoulderblades and hackles bristling. another soundless snarl on her open jaws, lips pulled back to expose ivory teeth. her eyes are narrowed and ears pinned back, tail between her legs and fanned over stomach. battle-ready. and this time, there would be a battle. she has no stomach for cowardice.

lyra vs. Theodosia
death match
move oo of o5
five (?) days to respond

full dodge: unused
elements: on (?)
health: good (spring)
stats: meso-runner | 30" | 105 lbs. | 240 EP
experience: 5W, 1L


follow-up to this thread (not a spin-off)



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Posted 01-14-2018, 12:12 PM |
Rebel
Roswell
Rebel Sub-Alpha
Male, 3.25
Endomorph
37 in, 140 lbs
175 ep
© Apax

you have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment
i see them fighting. let your mother win

an eye above-(watcher, watcher, your peak!) there is promise of bloodshed and change in the air, the muddied frenzy of the ruins from a spring rain kept things quiet. no dust scattered the air, stone and clay darkened with tear of the gods as if to mock challenges and destruction. his body moves with an eagerness, a desperation to watch even if his skin crawled. pain was a drug, a seducing thing and what better way to throw your throat into the the jaws of the willing? careful steps take him down the ridge, hind legs bringing havoc to the recent mud slide that had drawn down with recent rains. bringing his underside of filth, of clay and raw display. speed enhances his arrival, drawn to the idea of unknown names and he catches the gem first. petty things, disposable and unneeded. his jaw hangs low, even with his spine as he approaches with curious eyes. (desperate, lingering, they are paranormal to the pale sphinx. he is a bear amidst a winter fox) may the already dead lose it's a murmur, a callout as he finds a shift of stone to settle upon. a slab, where his hackles came to rise and he found himself climbing in eager steps. familiar, to the loose stone that spread beneath his toes as he takes a seat.


roswell is spectating



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Posted 01-14-2018, 12:20 PM |
Divine (Site Helper)
Rascal
Divine Warrior
Male, 3.25
Endomorph
37 in, 135 lbs
65 ep
© sorceror
He had a faintly unhappy feeling in his stomach; he was no stranger to violence, but he would never claim to love it. Enjoy it, maybe. Fighting was his job. Killing things wasn't; he was no more willing to murder someone else than he was to harm one of the gulls he spent his afternoons observing. So, when he spotted the gathering on the sand, it was with a shiver of trepidation. And excitement. He stifled the second emotion immediately.
He had no particular idea what this fight might be over, or who was involved. Someone who he didn't see and a woman wearing that purple gem. The last person he'd met who owned one like it was Ruellia who was, astonishingly, not a friend of his. He probably shouldn't get involved. Still, the black knight couldn't really persuade himself to look away or walk off and go home. He'd come here hoping to find someone to duel, not to watch a fight.
But he sat down anyway, a faintly queasy look on his handsome features, and watched the proceedings with an air of weary indifference. Whatever happened happened, he supposed, and maybe his presence would be useful. To him, or the rest of Divine. He didn't plan to actually speak to anyone else. It would keep him from being caught up in whatever was going on.



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Posted 01-14-2018, 12:41 PM |
Earth
Margeaux
Earth Pup
Female, 0.50
Endomorph
3-5 in, 1-3-0 lbs
0 ep
© Mkohy
O.O Mature



we are golden. we are godless
one day everyone you know will just cease to exist
in the midst of all the meaningless mess
i embrace it cause fuck it, this is all we get, right?

Of course, being the little shit she was, Margeaux had snuck out of the gaia. A child her age really shouldn't but she did and she took a pretty far walk (in her opinion) to blood tainted ruins. What she wasn't expecting was to stumble upon a pale woman and two men. The men didn't seem to be the ones the woman was looking to fight. The one that the woman was looking to fight, well, it was someone Margeaux held very dear to heart. Her mother. It took Margeaux's mind awhile to process what exactly Lyra meant to do but when she did she was furious, and very outspoken. "What is wrong with you!" She screamed barrelling forward, to stand at an angle to the woman, not in her way but definitely present as she puffed out her chest, eyes seething. Her mother? "Why do you want to hurt my mother? What kind of mosnter are you? You dirty bitch!" Margeaux didn't really understand the insult, but she knew it was an insult and at that very moment, she didn't care about much else besides her fit. Her motehr had left the gaia, yes, it had made Margeaux sad, but whatever her reason was Marg would defend it... As offensively as possible for her age. "You can't hurt my mother! I don't care who you are or hwat you want but she is my mother! She's worth more than all of you here! How sick are you?" Her little hackles rose, though they did little to intimidate they offered some protection which was unneeded. Margeaux was loud not dumb, though some might say because she was so loud she was dumb but she couldn't care less about the opinion of others as she sucked in her cheeks and held her breath in a very intimidating posture (wink wink) before letting out a prayer. She didn't care for the gods much, she knew of them lightly, but they seemed more of a nuisance to ehr than anything else, but she did it anyway. She prayed for her mothers safety and win, albiet rather cynically.



"- - -." .
Arkady



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Posted 01-14-2018, 01:39 PM |
Earth
Arkady
Earth Pup
Male, 0.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 127 lbs
6 ep
© Sphinx








r e f l e c t i o n eyes flutter, wide and watery. that scent is here. familiarity, muffled. oh.
having followed his sister, sick of the jungle and wishing for fresh air, the doll of porcelain had awaited her turned back before shuffling after her, remaining a fair distance behind her at all times for reasons which he himself was not even sure on. and over rough ground had they come, sand catching in the soft pads of his paws used to yielding grasses, and after a while of empty-faced travel they had come across a scene. a scene hung with the scent of something which twanged at instincts within him, a metallic scent.
and also, there was mother, and strangers.

he is too far back at first to hear margeaux's words when he sees her rushing upon it all, though her shrill tones reach him. his stiff gait quickens slightly, face blank and eyes staring, thin lips tight in a line.
sister screams. fury, fury, it is common in her throat and on her tongue, he knows this, and yet here it is not petty, and petulance is only in the futility of her manoeuvre. fiery form quite ablaze, a weak comet upon the adults, burning at their ankles. all so pointless, he thinks. and up comes arkady.
to sister's side he crosses, rigid gait slowing as he comes closer, and, a little way behind her still, he murmurs, "margeaux," and watches her. if she wishes to see sympathy in him, his gaze can be taken as sad, perhaps - though the greater bulk of emotion in his eyes are mores reflections of her own. "margeaux."

he knows not even what has become of mother. gone once was she into the night, and neath the king had they been dropped. the doll had coiled into the undergrowth, languished in silent calm in the temple. scarce had he wondered of mother since her departure. to hear of her now is to him like hearing of a distant relative, a family friend, an aunt whose name you just about remember, despite her not having been gone long at all, really. yet time stretches itself long before those whose eyes cannot yet see to full extents. and now he thinks about it, thinks of mother, as numbly he watches his sister.



Margeaux

"quoth he,"




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Posted 01-14-2018, 02:11 PM |
Wind
Murmura
Wind Alpha
Female, 2.75
Endomorph
34 [a] in, 121 [a] lbs
124 ep
© Mkohy
She dismissed the first time call, but the second, oh, the second. It beckoned like a siren's song, but instead of enticing love it drove hate deep into the deepest depths of Murmura's heart. Theodosia. HER THEODOSIA? Who felt they had the right to take life of the one she loved? Was it Ruellia? Vaitain? All the hateful souls in doutaini were a suspect, but she came, and eyes sought, found her target. Her alliegance had no question, the volatile lividity radiating off her body would be enough to tell that this woman had no right, not yet. Bright, sun like eyes burned into the woman, pale like Murmura herself, but not pure, no, not at all. Her seat would be found by the raving child and her brother, eyes still locked, her eyes pooled and thrashed like wild waves on the sea, trembling in tempest. She seethed.

She made no movement with her body settled behind her children ( they were just as much her's as they were Theo's )and kept silent. Though, her hate would break when ( if ) Theodosia would come, eyes looking upon her beloved timber with conviction burning deeper than hellfire. "You cannot die, Theo, my love. Not until you lay beside me each night... Not until we stand side by side forever... Not until you say yes."

"sickness is my birthright."
Theodosia



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Posted 01-14-2018, 02:47 PM |
Dhalion
Rogue
Male, 2.00
Endomorph
34 in, 135 lbs
0 ep
© puffball


Resolute, a mountain standing as tall as the one she cursed, Lyra has issued for another call, one to paint the streets with blood and flesh. Dhalion has once again meandered from the Hill, his home, to see the drama unfold. Theodosia (a sour tongued woman) had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with Lyra and her mission to even the playing field with Haruko. The new Wind ruler had no idea of the past the serpentine woman held, that she had in fact ruled Haruko's palace long before she had accidentally stepped into its throne, and that was a mistake. How could she rule Xyntanza without knowing its history? The tragedy that had befallen the mountain seemed endless, and Dhalion could only attend the death match and pray that Haruko might show himself -- guide those who were loyal, mend the wounds he'd inflicted upon the souls that had once cherished him and catered to his will. The children that arrive are not lost to him, the girl (spirited as he mother, and perhaps even more so) boldly takes the stage to confront Lyra. How could she possibly understand the full extent of what was happening? He sympathizes, as it is not her mother's fault she was given a crown tainted by blood. Once more, he spectates the misery that his home (that his father) has caused the lives gathered there that day.

"the wind runner."
Dhalion is spectating



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Posted 01-14-2018, 04:17 PM |
Aaron
Rogue
Male, 5.50
Endomorph
38 in, 128 lbs
72 ep
© tig


we'll face life together. but the circles spun so swiftly, whisking her away from his hands. he feels something detach within his chest; the stem of his self unrooting, the muscles of his figure shaking with that fragile sensation of heartbreak. rivers seeping from eyes so blue to drown in, his tumbling tongue calling out mournful notes, a clarion call to hail his angels, his demons, his gods. a song to rouse the slumbering, to tempt the weary, to tame the wild.

please.

to Ruellia, queen of his heart, and Catori, dagger at his side, he spins his plea. they compose his strongest facets-- peerless. his sister, a white lion in her own right, vitriolic as she was tender.

and ruellia? a star in a dark universe. the warmth of a distant sun on a cool cheek. cruelly beautiful, ingeniously lovely.

he feels a supernova stirring within his chest, something hot and uncontrollable, felling him as he takes one last step towards that arena. he sways, shoulder pressed into a half-standing wall, toes splayed in the dust, his whole life scattered to the floor.

and finally, with the last shred of purpose in his heart, he strings together a prayer. it has been many years since he has spoken to his god; it felt a lifetime since he was beneath the safety of that ever-blue sky. please. doubt, as always, stings deep within his plea. his mother, long dead, loved akako more than life-- and he has inherited her capability for blind love. please, god. protect her. give her the grace that you lent aegon.

ignite.



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Posted 01-14-2018, 04:41 PM |
Theodosia
Spirit
Female, 2.75
Endomorph
36" in, 132 lbs
204 ep
© Violetta

another call rings for her head. this time, however, the convict is prepared for trail. prepared for death. but to hell if her throne is being taken down with her. theo would solidify her legacy with the extra wind necklace dangling proudly from her lower jaw. wind would be rebuilt, even if it wasn't from her own sweat and blood. it'd be fine. if lyra wanted to take a chunk of flesh, then let her.

ears are automatically pinned, cerulean eyes narrowed into concentrated slits that easily washed over the crowd. searching for a suitable soul to take a temporary crown. her heavy frame slithers forth, still hyper-aware of the battle-ready tramp standing on the side of the arena. theo comes to a stop beside murmura, dropping the wind necklace at her paws. calm. her tones are rough, but utterly proud. even during her darkest hour. theodosia lets her voice become a hushed whisper, my queen of equal worth*. vivid blues flicker to marg and ark, so close. so young, and yet they've grown. they've grown and theo missed it all. hackles bristle in suspicion, making sure to turn her head just enough to watch lyra. she doesn't trust the other she-wolf not to lunge while her back is turned. take it. with that she pulls away, making sure to only waste a few precious seconds talking to murmura. roughly six if not interrupted.

she finally backs away to face lyra head-on, leaving 15 feet between them to aid reaction time. toes spread on the muddy terrain for traction. frame lowering slightly as skin braced itself for bruises and the imprint of teeth. her skull ducks and jaws open wide, both to protect the delicate flesh of her throat. legs widen for balance, elbows bending cautiously to center herself. theodosia had no intention of falling in the thick, but slippery mud. muscles relax, becoming loosened and less inclined to tears. like thin sheets of armor, the she-wolf handles them with care. her heart pulses with anxiety.

in the end, theodosia is still mortal. mortals die. gods didn't. so where the hell is haruko? she was well aware of lyra's quick-trigger like body, and the speed that was hidden underneath a plain coat. her eyes remain narrowed, while ears hide in tangled fur. theo's hackles continue to bristle, shoulders rolled to calm the pounding she could hear in her ears, too loud to ignore in the end. all of this was rapid, heated breath rattling in her ribcage. the world around them faded silently, preparing for the sensation of ripping flesh and spilled blood. fight me as a wolf, no elements involved. lips finally peel; a blatant fuck you smile. the stage was set for death's interference.

Theodosia vs @[Lyra]
to the death | lyra's head
2.50 yrs | Endomorph (36" & 132 lbs)
elementals off
dodge unused | fair health (spring)
0/4 m && 5 days
1 W | 1 D | 4 L


* theodosia is offering @[Murmura] sub-alpha with equal standing.




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Posted 01-14-2018, 04:42 PM |
Theodosia
Spirit
Female, 2.75
Endomorph
36" in, 132 lbs
204 ep
© Violetta
Lyra Murmura




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Posted 01-14-2018, 04:46 PM |
Wind
Murmura
Wind Alpha
Female, 2.75
Endomorph
34 [a] in, 121 [a] lbs
124 ep
© Mkohy
Theo's arrival is quick, coming up to her Murmura is lost in her gaze, drowning. She allows herself to be commanded, eyes softening as her head falls down to take the necklace and loop it around herself. No hesitation. Not a moment. She looks to Theo, hoping to catch her eye before life is sped on. She is there, breathing, standing, together they would be. A nessecity to life the timber had become. Silent eyes watched as the queen, her lvoer, took position and so Murmura followed, eyes hardened she lifted her paw to her chest, her ever lost position finding home as she set sturdy. Murmura would do what was needed.

"sickness is my birthright."
bad quick post just to accept position.



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Posted 01-14-2018, 06:34 PM |
Mizuchi
Rogue Wolf
Female, 2.00
Endomorph
34 in, 115 lbs
25 ep
© Aubers
These calls burned within her and it was with purpose that she made her way back to the ruins. She'd had so little time actually with Enigma's gem about her throat that she had not gotten to know all of its members yet. What she did know was this woman was challenging her momtheo to death and wearing Kurai's gem. She called for them as she made her way to the ruins. For Ruellia and Mercury . If this lass wanted to go seeking death Mizu would be damned if she did it using Kurai's powers. She came; moving to press herself against her mothers side a moment before speaking. "Brother, Sister, come sit with me." There was something different and she noticed it at the same time as the request for Arkady and Margeaux to sit by her was made. Necklaces. Ice? No. It lacked the palest hints of blue that Ice held... Wind then. Interesting. It must have happened shortly after her joining Enigma. Despite being in Enigma with the woman here to fight her full support was for Theo and her blood family. Theo just had to survive, she had to.



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Posted 01-14-2018, 10:59 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.00
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
399 ep
© Lou
Out of interest she appears, ears quirked in a way that had her sitting between, not on either side. Neither woman meant much to her, strangers of the elemental packs. Her tail curls by her waist as haunches fold beneath her, stomach lowered to press to the dirt as front paws fold one over the other. The chatter means nothing to her, only that Murmura had taken queen of the hill alongside her lover. If she should live to tell about it after this day. Roswell stands among the crowd and Charlotte offers him a solemn nod, though she doesn't expect much in return. She was here for the show, and perhaps, if her services were needed.

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 01-15-2018, 08:55 AM |
Enigma ( Admin )
Lyra
Enigma Wolf
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
259 ep
© Ly

shadows begin to filter in beneath the overcast sky. faces, largely unfamiliar, bearing diverse gems and loyalties; all as indistinguishable to her as smoke in a mirror. the static hum of voices tuned off the airwaves. her pale gaze roves among them all, searching and hungry, and locks upon Dhalion. sees the worry in his eyes. and a phantom hand presses, then, on her heart: you are tearing them apart. once she'd been sworn to protect him. now, her curse fell more immediately on his head than their once-shared god's.

but fate pulls her forward with the inevitability of physics. her tongue slips out to whet black lips, and she whispers, to dhalion alone, her compromise: "a life for a life." if she proved victorious today, she would not seek out any more of haruko's kings. let the death of one weigh forever on his immortal soul. they alone among the crowd knew something of the workings of his divine heart: she knows the god will feel this, whether it is she or theodosia who falls. (her desiccated heart hopes the guilt will haunt him.)

at last her opponent graces the stage. deigning, this time, to do battle. "as wolves," lyra concedes, with a traitorous flutter of longing for haruko's gifts; she feels naked without the wind at her fingers. only fitting, then, that she fights without the gods' magic. as a weapon of her own making. flesh made cold steel, lethal mercury in her eyes; a creature destined for hell. unlike theodosia, she had nothing, no one, to lose. gears tick in the cavern of her chest, serpentine cunning in her gaze. at last shed of her humanity.

her head remains bowed between her shoulders, hackles bristling as silver armor down her spine, auburn-spattered like the foreshadowing of blood. she dashes forward, speed measured at the outset; sacrificing her full burst of speed so that she might better afford herself reaction time should theodosia move. it's a head-on assault, a snarl hissing from between her open jaws, peeled lips slavering for a target. five feet from theodosia she charges, speed picking up to a meso-runner's full capacity1 (though somewhat hampered by the mud), to better create an illusion of collision. but at the last second her body drops. she all but hugs the ground, utilizing the extra stability from her low posture to control her movements, tail flicking out for balance and weight spreading even over her paws as soon as her charge ends. she'll again spread her toes, seeking purchase in the muddy earth.

as she stops, her jaws snap forward, attempting to use her momentum to propel herself into theodosia's right leg. she aims for the lower range of the woman's radius/ulna region (middle of the limb, slightly closer to the ground).2 her head is angled down, though at a gentle gradient, given her bent limbs; body still angled head-on, unless, again, theodosia had moved. she holds her tongue flat as she tries to seize the limb between her teeth. she attempts to keep her muscles limber, prepared for all eventualities. her ears are pinned flat, eyes slit and vision accordingly restricted.





1 Per the Biology page: "Untrained Running Speed: 35 mph, fast take off."
2 Using this reference from the Biology page.


lyra vs. Theodosia
death match
move oo of o5
five days to respond

full dodge: unused
elements: off
health: good (spring)
stats: meso-runner | 30" | 105 lbs. | 240 EP
experience: 5W, 1L



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Posted 01-15-2018, 08:56 AM | This post was last modified: 01-15-2018, 08:56 AM by Lyra
Enigma ( Admin )
Lyra
Enigma Wolf
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
259 ep
© Ly
** movecount should read 1/4



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