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Posted 03-04-2018, 10:57 AM |
Frigg
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They had begun to cross the mire one painstakingly slow paw step at a time, but then the acquired wealth stumbled on his footing and her sharp dusk eyes swiveled to his paws. full grown shoots had sprung from the loam of the rancid muck, climbed up her charge's feet to implicate the reason behind the poor footing. smoke curled in on itself as her body adjusts, turned back towards the timber male that had 'checked' on them. Her eyes snapped to the man who'd intervened, dagger gaze upon the earthy face for a millisecond as they drop to the gem as the light dies at the thick of the man's throat. muzzle begins to wrinkle and curl in on itself as her gums raise above spear-head canines and the thick of a growl rumbles through her vocals in the guttural tongue of a barbarian mistress. a warning that spreads with the heat of a readied warrior who thrived on the chaos of battle.

tenzin spoke through the humming vibrations of her warning to newt, though not out of turn. she would have preferred the slave to keep his jowls from flapping, but sorcery appeared rampant in these hills called Doutaini and boggled the mind of those who were not strong enough willed to turn away from the wickedness of those strange powers. it is newt's invitation that puts the woman into action.

she had already turned to face the male, her head slung low between her shoulder blades as she had watched the gem at the thick of the brute's throat. a high banner waved as her tail rose from behind her haunches, and the growl rose into the tones of a snarl that raised her lips further and wrinkled the top of her alabaster washed lip. She had been behind Tenzin, so now she faced newt with her left shoulder parallel to the man's right shoulder. it took only a second for her paws to splay against the mud and slide as she pushed off her bent hind legs like powerful springs. her lithe body, lighter than the timber male, was also just a couple inches shorter, so that when she made impact with the male she would likely find heavy bruising.

as she sprung forward her head tilted to the left and reach at a downward angle as she sought to bury her fangs within the thick of his throat (the sternomastoideus muscle), clamping down with the most force she good usher from her wide jaws. as they close her tongue flipped to the top of her mouth to avoid injury and to gather as much of newt's flesh into her mouth that she could. her ears had flipped back to press into skull as her eyes had narrowed upon her target. across her backside the thick of hackles flared up with the rush of adrenaline that pounded through her veins and emanated through her skull. with her movements, the tail that had risen in dominance now swayed to provide better balance, and her paws splayed heavily into the thick of mud with a squelching sound as they first slid before finding purchase deeper into the thicker crust of soil.

Frigg vs. newt
To the death
Round 1 of 5*
Time limit 5 days*
elements are ?*

ectomorph, 36 in, 84 lbs
0 ep
0 spars
Tenzin Valtýr Catori Newt
postscript by Dee

summary: frigg rushes toward tenzin head-on but off to the right (from her position, off to the left from Tenzin's view point) and attempts to bite his throat.



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Posted 03-06-2018, 04:43 PM |
Newt
Banned
Male, 3.25
Endomorph
38 in, 123 lbs
34 ep
© Atlas
the glue









He speaks of death and life

His body stood firm within his stance, a gentle smile grazing his features as always as he eyed the brown male. Muscles rolled tightly underneath the alabaster confides of reaped skin, as ocean irises studied the gaze of the brute. His expressions falling from fear, to awe, and then back to fear once more. The cowardice within his stance giving off more than words ever could - for Newt didn't need to hear words to know that it was not his wish to leave with the two barbaric females. The offer still laid upon the table, within the lands of sorcery and witch craft, he wasn't looking to corrupt any one. No. Of course not, he couldn't do that. He would never do that. It wasn't like him. He was different, solace, quiet, kind, unlike those who reaped unruly punishments upon the dead ad innocent. The gestures that the young man made unto him, and the gift from Kaede filled his bones with such delight. Leeching any feeling of evil from him within the moment. Newt's head tips downwards into a nod as he speaks briskly in an address the the stranger, Mhm. it was more of a hum, not a big response or anything. For the acquirement of quaking fear would enter the area once more, causing a frown to fall upon the carnage and brittle lips.

Within a flash his life seemed to dissemble itself, the heavy sounds of a loud and snarling growl catching the caution of the brute causing hackles to raise wildly upon the back of his neck. It was unpredictable, the movements the demon made before him. Dashing within a flash of thunder, and rolling lightning across the plains as the woman's careened herself towards the innocent soul. His movements were quick and un-calculated, ligaments bending and twisting in uneven waves across the sooten grounds as clipped claws dug wildly into the dirt. Bloody fucking hell. His ankle throbbed with pain, an ear piercing shriek escaping his lips as he twisted the already damaged ligament in uneven ways to sustain himself, and turn from the womans impending attack upon his jewel. It happens so fast. One minute they're in the Kuro's, Tenzin quietly perched beneath the women and Newt hanging ahead. The next moment its a pure display of utter agony. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. That's a damn lie. His leg is still throbbing, his chest burns, his throat hurts, and now his leg is tingling, like bugs burrowing through his veins. Fuck.

The impact of teeth upon skin made Newt wail in agony as sharpened incisors pierced the delicate flesh of his trapezius pulling wildly at the skin. The seething feel of fresh blood trickled from his side as a loud snarl escaped his lips. He didn't want to fight. But that was the only way he would leave this place alive. A hoarse demand of Stop would fall from his lips as the man did his best to maneuver his body in such a way to protect from injuries. The fluffy scruff upon his neck would bunch in uneven rolls as he retracted it, doing his best to shield his neck and jewel from anymore impending attacks upon his body. His balance was off, his wounded and limp leg interfering with any sense of comfort and concentration that he had. Tears sprung within the corners of his eyes as the ligament twisted more. Loud and painful snorts would press through his nostrils as he tried to calm himself from the pain. Deep inhale. As long as you can. Hold for five, then let it out slow. Relax your shoulders. Let it all in, then let it out. Again. Keep going.

He didn't have much time, fuck it if his leg ended up broken or damaged again. He couldn't afford to die. Not while he had a life in the presence of him to protect. The Earthened creatures decision is brash and quick,a half-assed howl pressing through his chest and reverberating through the porpoise lands. His lungs were on fire, each and every breath as agonizing as the one before. Fuck. He hoped that Mars or someone had heard him. The air around him seemed to grow hotter as the brazen sun beat down wildly upon the lands, scorching the group,, and seemingly only adding more fuel to the flame of the squabble. Move damn it, move! A loud snarl would rip through Newt's throat as jowls widened in a animalistic display of self-defense, he didn't know what he was targeting, but hell he'd take anything that he could possibly grasp. Sharpened incisors would splay wildly in uneven glands, as the scout would attempt to grasp a hold of the woman. Mainly targeting her brachiocephalicus or lower trapezius. His skull turned in a quiet tilt in hopes of getting a more accurate grasp upon the fae, if his attack were successful. Newt's footing stumbled a bit, the toll, and agonizing pain upon his recently damaged / repaired leg catching up to him. The weight of two bodies causing the pain to worsen. His eyes squinted quietly, party from the pain of it all, and another part for pure protection as his ears folded silently. The more unsteady he grew the more he felt at a disadvantage, so the brute would do the only thing that he knew how to. Lean. The impending weight of the brute's over-thrown body would shift quietly beneath him, taking off only a slight sense of pain from his limp as the earthened scout pressed his brutish body into the smaller figure. Attempting to throw a majority of his weight onto her in order to cause a sense of dis-balance.

Mercy. His mind pleaded with fervor. Show yourself some mercy. It wasn't there though, even through the pure unadulterated pain, mercy for himself was inevident. For his only concern now was to save the man standing upon the sidelines from the witches death grip.



frigg vs. newt

for the freedom of tenzin

move 1 of 5* && 5 days to respond

elementals ON | 34 EP

dodge unused | good health (summer)

2.75 yrs | endomorph (38" , 123 lbs)

experience: 0 wins | 0 losses | 0 draws

* damage pending depending on outcome


Muscle Reference

Since Gaia is very close, Newt is attempting to call some of the Earth Wolves to cease the fight.

@[Mars] @[Akuma] @[Pidge] @[Catori] @[Frigg] @[Valtýr]



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Posted 03-06-2018, 04:45 PM |
Newt
Banned
Male, 3.25
Endomorph
38 in, 123 lbs
34 ep
© Atlas
tag is being salty, sorry for the double post

Mars - Pidge - Akuma - Tenzin Catori - Frigg - Valtýr



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Posted 03-06-2018, 05:21 PM |
Valtýr
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disgust unfurled in the twilit tide of her stare. their glare sharpened then as it was made clear their departure was clipped. stunted. an imposition. an intruder. what's more, he made himself clearly one cut from rags. a sound reverberated from him, and a dour laugh ripped from the viking. a scoff, an indignant crow at the ridiculousness of his poor choice. her head shook, and cemented the wretch's fate.

they rode the night, they were peeled from shadow and the film of oblivion. forged in the deepest of smiths, they were a force and the ill leviathan grace of her forebears fed the movements made next. her body steeled itself, limbs splayed and directed her attention towards the direction newt had arrived. if that was the way he'd come, rest assured this would be the way to his den, to the hive of cowardice in which he slept and ate. her weight lowered itself, poised to charge and intercept any who'd come their way, any who would dare interfere with the dance her sister had leapt to.

"kæru, kæfandi ríða" cowardly, petulant fuck. the curse ripped, loudly and brash as though this would be fodder to stoke her sister's wrath. she would not throw herself into the fray, this would be her sister's mark and not her own. instead, having realized he had summoned his friends to defend him, she turned towards tenzin. her eyes narrowed, and lips spread in their evil smile.

"time to earn your keep." timid as he was, Tenzin seemed to have the girth to assist in her task, "we stop any who come. none shall interfere."

valt awaits Newt's summoned crew with the intent to stop any interference.






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Posted 03-06-2018, 10:41 PM |
Earth
Pidge
Earth Hunter
Female, 3.25
Ectomorph
37 in, 94 lbs
49 ep
© Theri

Pidge hadn't been in the Kuro Pit for what seemed seasons. And yet, all of a sudden, she felt the sudden urge to be there. To do something. The travel didn't take that long- Slender legs seemed to carry her there in a heart beat. But she still couldn't tell what she was suppose to be looking for. New recruits? She turns her head to look around, but only finds the barren dried mud everywhere. And a few specks moving around in the distance. And then she hears it; a call for help. Back up. Protection.

She feels her legs move automatically. Was she even moving? The ground was merely a blur under her, though the specks were growing larger and clearer. A familiar scent hit her and she knows that one of her friends is in danger. The seven lettered word rings out in her hear loud and clear: Protect.

Pidgeon feels rage build up in her at the sight of some stranger attacking Newt. She wants to join it, but knows she was meant to stop the fight, not fuel it on. "STOP! BOTH OF YOU!" She feels her voice rattle in her throat- It's a demand, and if it was not met, she would see to it herself. She knew she could easily slide in between the two, as a slender and agile body granted her easy maneuverability among them. Her ears are pulled back in distress, though her tail stands high and dominant. "Your jaws might be used for tearing, but they can also be used for words."

speak think

@[Valtyr] and Newt



Pidgeon has cyclothymia (a disorder featuring constant and sever mood swings, depression, anxiety) and dissociative identity disorder (a disorder including constant voices in her head telling her to do homicidal acts of violence, a "different person" in her body). She is extremely eratic and might love you at one moment, and the next, want to bury your dead corpse. Interact cautiously, or at least, at your own risk.



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Posted 03-09-2018, 10:13 AM |
Frigg
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There was only one goal: kill Newt.

narrowed dusk irises cut out much of the side line play, and her focus remained on the target ahead. their bodies collide in close proximity and she feels her left shoulder bloom with deep bruising as she moves with as much force as is possible to muster in the short distance she'd sprinted. she had gone in hot, with the intentions of ripping the male's throat out, but somehow she'd overshot her intended target and her teeth carved into the side of the man's throat, at the base of the neck line, on the left side. paws splayed thickly against the ground, limbs bending as she planted herself as firmly as possible. frustration grew thick as her lips pulled up over her gum line and her tongue was pressed up inside her mouth to avoid choking on flesh. with an angry jerk of her jaws she would aim to rip flesh from the left side of newt's neck, tucking her head down and back as she pulled in that rough motion to find a new location to attack as her jaws slacked to release any meat she'd torn away and her tongue hurriedly pressed to expel any obstruction quicker. behind, her tail swayed as a rudder, helping to aid in her balance as she sought to shuffle backward in the mud.

'stop!' the man-child plead, but she would not show mercy. they were vikings, born to pillage and plunder, to render their foes dead or die a glorious death in battle. she would not relent.

she felt the strain in her muscles as she moved, and her chest felt the familiar burn of exercise as her lungs expanded with the sharp intake of air through her movements. they were not full breaths as she sought to end the fight quickly. it seemed that her opponent was much slower to react so that she had more seconds to find a new target. her hurried shuffle backwards had only been a couple paw steps so that she could re-locate her jaws, but at this time newt's head was coming in, and his body was leaning its weight in towards her.

she felt fangs puncture the side of her neck, even as her hackles were risen at full length the thicker, spinier hairs didn't span the side of her neck where newt found purchase, just above her right shoulder on the right side of her neck (brachiocephalicus muscle). her shoulders had been rolled forward to help create folds of fat around her neck, but the blade itself was not in the way of newt's grip. the skin he punctured was mostly fat, just touching muscle beneath the folds as she, too, turned her head to meet him. her lips only tried to raise further and her muzzle wrinkled as much as was possible from the pain that shot through the right side of her neck, tongue pressing wildly upwards in her mouth as her open jaws sough to grab voraciously behind newt's jawline. her ears were drawn tight against her skull, pressed tighter still as the pain sent electric shock through her body. she'd fought before, garnered injuries before, and wouldn't be deterred now.

she felt his right shoulder bite into her left in the already bruised muscle, though her shuffled steps backward helped to alleviate much more damage from such a move and her paws had been firmly planted and splayed and her shoulders shoved forward as she moved to strike out. such weight only helped her cause as she felt herself slide an inch or so against him, only perhaps causing her hold to catch further back along the neck; as her head tilted to the left nearly at the same moment newt's head came in, and as newt's head shot out toward her she would attempt to grab the muscle (brachiocephalicus) just behind his jaw, lower on the neck line line with as much force as she could muster to try to deter him from keeping a hold on her own neck. the weight that pushed her back sent a feeling of strain on her bent limbs, even as her paws had splayed and nails scraped against the thicker soil beneath the muck, and her tail had swayed to keep her balance from being compromised.

Frigg vs. newt
To the death
Round 2 of 5
Time limit 5 days
elements are on

ectomorph, 36 in, 84 lbs
0 ep
0 spars
Tenzin Valtýr Catori Newt
postscript by Dee

summary: frigg rushes toward tenzin head-on but off to the right (from her position, off to the left from Tenzin's view point) and attempts to bite his throat.



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Posted 03-09-2018, 01:40 PM |
Frigg
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ooc note: sorry for the missed closing tag on the italics and summary is not updated!!!

round 2 summary: newt gets a hold of the side of frigg's neck and she receives bruising from impact. frigg is trying to grab the side of newt's neck behind his right jaw.



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Posted 03-10-2018, 04:21 PM |
Doutaini Staff
Staff
N/A, 11.50
----
in, lbs
0 ep
© 
STAFF NOTE: Since the original roleplayer of Newt is no longer a member of the site, Newt has defaulted, rendering him unconscious for the remaining duration of the thread.



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Posted 03-12-2018, 12:48 PM |
Frigg
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As she expected teeth to flay her neck, eviscerate the flesh beneath, they seem to grind to a halt on the hold of the fatty tissue, tearing away a portion of skin as the wolf seemed to give up in his battle for life. Frigg is confused by the sudden change of events but she takes this moment to seize the day and as the wolf falls unconscious her jaws release the side of his neck, only to re-open as she takes a sharp breath and plummets her head down into the crevice of his throat, where she would snap with the full force of her primal jaws to end the soft man's life. carnal rage subsides as the life disperses from newt's body, her tail flags upward behind her in a display of feral dominance as wild dusk eyes peer out from her lowered skull. blood slicks her thin lips, her tongue flips out excess liquid as her jaws lay open for a second and her nostrils force ragged breaths through her airways. how unfortunate for a soft man to meet his demise.

from anger her ears remain slicked against her skull as her eyes narrow upon pidge, whom had shouted something deaf to her ears. within the smoke and gun metals of her face struck the dusk gaze as she turned her body at an angle toward pidge, shoulders rolling forward as her hackles remained risen along her backside. the soft glimmer of the gem around pidge's neck catching light only verified frigg's immediate distaste for this particular woman. "If das has anything else to say, spek now. Othervise ve take what's ours and leave." She was not one to speak overly much, as was told in the thick accent and the way impatience bubbled at the edges of her speech, thin lips curling around the edges of her teeth in a displayed warning before she would lurch forward to press on, to herd Tenzin away from the kuro pit and find their purpose in doutaini elsewhere.

though her guard would not drop, and she would keep her head slung between her shoulder blades in a particular manner as to protect her throat as she moved. with the female witch from the same group as the one she'd just killed faded to her backside. her tail remained a flag, a reminder that she was the winner here and would take her claimed prize now.

"Come," she spoke in a clipped demand as she began to once again leave the muddied crater behind.

-Attempting exit with Tenzin and Valt-

Frigg vs. newt
To the death
Round 3 of 5*
Time limit 5 days*
elements are ?*

ectomorph, 36 in, 84 lbs
0 ep
0 spars

Tenzin Valtýr Catori Pidge
postscript by Dee




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Posted 03-13-2018, 10:41 AM | This post was last modified: 03-22-2018, 10:38 PM by Mars
Earth
Mars
Earth Alpha
Male, 4.00
Meso-runner
34 in, 118 lbs
513 ep
© ev
the man's ears perk at the sound of distant fighting from the kuro pits. the aging man laid across the soft grass that separated him from earth and the pits, basking within the heat of summer. a middle ground. the man had barely adjusted to losing his eyes merely two days ago. but, he had figured some things out. using more of his paws than he had before, feeling small vibrations through them and using his ears- well one good one, to listen to the breeze of the trees that would indicate when he was about to run into a tree. but as of now, he was basking in the sun, he had merely heard the yelp of one of his own. but, nonetheless, he had. the man jumped up- like a young bronco out of the gates for the very first time, forgetting his own blindness as he knocked himself in a low hanging branch. a soft grunt leaves his lips before he splayed his paws out, feeling the ground. a deep breath leaves his lips as he stumbled out from the earth that he knew and into the kuro pits of where he stayed for the longest of times before briar had called him home to earth, since then there had been some trips to and from the pits to gather recruits, but recently there had not been too many. depression had cloaked the earthen alpha. after the fall of theodosia and her children leaving earth, there had not been much to live for.

but, he would not ponder over such matters. one of his own was in trouble, he could tell, his hackles prickled at the back of his neck as he moved into the pits, at a slight jog. as much as he wanted to run- stretch those meso-runner limbs out, he had to focus, not be so hasty anymore. he could not afford it, after the run in with those vikings. the true witches who had taken his eyes for more than just a trophy. mars' heart clenched at that. how stupid could he be? not everyone takes kindness for anything but a weakness. just like his mother and father. like he had been when he first came, though more laid back about it. his thoughts wondered more than they had ever. without eyes, he had became more of a thinker, not a speaker. his ears flattened to his head as he headed to the quarrel. the smell of blood, a pup, earth, and... the vikings. a snarl leaves his lips. he does not know what is happening but he can only imagine. what has happened here, hm? his mind runs wild with every possible event that is splayed across the grounds. he can smell his scout here, newt. newt... newt? answer me. he gives a second before his ears twist, hearing the breathing of the vikings leader, frigg.

his ears pin down to his head, nose wrinkling as his lips lifting. his teeth snap shut that suppresses a growl, a primal one from deep within. 'it is time to awaken, god of war..' his head is turned in the smell of blood before it swings back to where he sensed that frigg was. his head lowered, what have you done to my family, hm? haven't you already had your taste of the witches, those eyes you have? his ears twist, staying perked, he had already lost one and the other was to assure his senses around him. his legs widened as his head stayed in place, weight lowering back to his hind legs as he snapped his jaws once again, saliva building like the rage in him was. mars knew the difference in between the two. he had seen her before, before he passed out in the forest, before he had his eyes taken from him. she might have been taller than he, but he had the advantage with his eight. he had always been used to others being taller than he, that never intimidated him- not anymore. he could hear the subtle breathing of newt, knowing that he was still alive, just passed out. after this fight, he would drag the man home. he would carry him, if he had to. his toes splay, claws digging into the ground, ready to kick up dirt when he did attack or was pushed back. you will not hurt him any further. if you lay a goddamned tooth any further to him- i will make you suffer unbelievably, frigg. if you had just left doutaini alone and not have tried to claim it for your little crew. let me say, even if i die here, there have been many groups like yours before and they have gone, just like yours will. we shall see if you fall now or later. he can smell another earth being here, but he is too enraged to even find who it is. his lip curls up again, head still ducked as he spoke. he had fought a long time ago outside of doutaini, so he was not new to this. and with the voices inside growing stronger with loud voices, he was only feeling more confident. besides, with everyone he loved dying, what else did he have to fight for?

mars vs. Frigg OR her minions.
to the death.
round zero out of five.
time limit is five days.
elements are GO [513ep]
dodge avalible
good health (summer)
MESO-RUNNER / 34IN / 118 LBS
zero wins / zero losses / zero draws.


summary: mars exits the ends of the gaia into the kuro pits heading north. comes across a scene that is engulfed with the scent of blood and the vikings that took his eyes only a couple of days ago. challenges the woman for the love of his family, he will not let them hurt anyone anymore- any elemental wolves since they think they are "witches". mars' hackles are raised, legs widened, toes splayed, weight down on his lower back side, lips curled up, and head placed down so frigg cannot go for his jugular. he is a good ten feet from frigg as he "looks" directly at her. weather is sunny due to mars' basking in the sun before he runs to the pits.

searching to find myself but all i see is you,
i can hardly stand myself so, what am i to you?




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Posted 03-13-2018, 12:40 PM |
Rebel
Badr
Rebel Wolf
Female, 3.75
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
130 ep
© riv
STAFF NOTE: This thread is currently on hold pending staff discussion! Thank you.



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Posted 03-20-2018, 08:36 AM |
Doutaini Staff
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N/A, 11.50
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in, lbs
0 ep
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STAFF NOTE: This thread is still on hold. Mars has three days from the date of this post to edit his post to reflect the events of the “Going to Mars” thread. After his edits, the thread will resume. Thank you!



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Posted 03-23-2018, 05:59 AM |
Doutaini Staff
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STAFF NOTE: This thread may now continue. Tenzin Frigg Valtýr Catori Pidge Mars



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Posted 03-23-2018, 09:39 AM |
Frigg
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She is unperturbed by another coming upon them, although when her dusk tinged eyes meet the face of the wolf they'd found in the forest, her lips curl near automatically, her head still tucked between her shoulder blades and her hackles rising further as they had begun to lay down. the witch that VALTÝR had slayed stood before them in flesh. the same one she'd taken the eyeballs from as trophies, strung around her neck with a thin cord of vine that had been hard to snap from its home; presently, the eyeballs were pretty much dried husks by now.

with the amount of talking mars did she'd had ample time to face him, they were head-on at this point. she is not worried about the words in which he speaks, but he is an obstacle in her path from leaving the kuro pit. '...those eyes you have?', she is already in action as these words hit the air, her ears streamlined to her skull as she makes an arc to mars's left from her speed as her paws pump her forward and her lungs expand and retract in her chest to keep a rhythm of oxygen passing through her bloodstream. all other words that drop from the eyeless witch's tongue are ignored, nothing but seeming gibberish as her limbs pump to carry her quickly across the distance between she and mars. every step her paws sunk, pulling out of the mud with a small, yet audible pop, if mars were listening at this point and not speaking.

she crosses the feet between them, eating up the distance as her paws splay with every contact with the ground and her jaws fly open, an un-sounded snarl wrinkling the top of her muzzle as her lips rise above her gum line. as she arcs to his left she moves to come in at an acute angle (fourty-five degrees or so) to his head - from his left side - when the proximity is closer she lowers her head between her shoulders and tilts her head to the left to attempt to grab the left cheek of mars (masseter muscle), where she would attempt to sink her teeth as far as she could into the meat there, teeth seeking to flay and render open the supple flesh of mars's face. 'we shall see if you fall now or late.' the sound of his voice pounds against her eardrums as she seeks to flay him open, but of course she already knows there is death beyond living. valhalla opened for those who died an honorable death among battle - for those who displayed their glory. paws splayed against the mire's slick floor, down to the more sturdy base, and her nails bit for traction while her tail guided her for better balance from behind. her shoulders shoved forward, fat rolls formed, as she made to eviscerate the side of his face. lips were still raised, her tongue pressed up against the roof of her mouth, and her muzzle was wrinkled by the lift of her lips to gather as much of the facial flesh as she could muster to tear open his face, exposing whatever lay underneath.

she would not be kind to the eyeless witch.



Frigg vs. mars
To the death
Round 1 of 5
Time limit 5 days
elements are on

ectomorph, 36 in, 84 lbs
0 ep
0 spars
Tenzin Valtýr Catori Pidge Mars
postscript by Dee

summary: Frigg already killed Newt in her prior post, first paragraph where the death match between Frigg and Newt ended. As Mars speaks, Frigg moves to come in an arc on Mar's left side and bite/tear his left cheek, hoping to cause severe facial damage.



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Posted 03-23-2018, 09:46 AM |
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Talk, talk, talk – goading, fanatical words. She did not smile, nor greet him with the unfurled wrath that had begun to fill her. She watched, as her eyes had been awaiting the approach of the fallen one’s defenders. The single figure of pidge harangued the Viking, a taunting reminder of leaving a finality to their crimes neglected. The witch from earth, however, had been hers to have sorted. There he stood before, and she was perpendicular to his right having been prepared for the arrival of such impositions. She’d made a mistake and was not keen on making a second time. So, as he throttled her reflection with his vibrant words she swooped upon him. Her legs carried with great haste, pulled towards his hindquarters as her sister separately made her own move for rebuttal. Newt had been felled by Frigg, and if valt the dusk bringer could not see the witch burn in the first crossing of their paths, she would take from him something precious. Heinous smile split her muzzle, a widened gape of teeth readily wielded with great art – her stride was long and brought her across the distance in a single lope. The frontal end was held low, and her hindquarters high – the plush of her tail was instinctively brought low between her limbs, and the angle of her neck served to help the rolls of flesh guard the vitals beneath her chin. A bite would reach, her aim was for the unguarded tender morsels of flesh that some would say made him a king.

VALT & Frigg vs Mars
to burn the witch: death
move 1 of 5
35in & 80 lbs | summer, decent health
1 win of 1 spar in dout.

not waiting for him to finish speaking, and as a means to divide his attention, valtyr is attempting to castrate mars.





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