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Posted 03-24-2018, 07:05 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
[M]

----The words on her tongue had never been a joke, she'd meant each and every one of them. One thing about Charlotte; she would always get even. Before she leaves the ridge she visits her son, Vahagn, waking him in the early hours when the sun hadn't touched the edges of the mountains yet. The sky is still dark, shifting to purple at the eastern edges and Charlotte places a soft kiss on the top of his head to wake him. "You have made me so proud, my son..." She tells him, her voice a hushed whisper before she takes a step back, "you would honor me by taking the rank of Heir, to continue what I have started here." She wouldn't let him ask questions, one more kiss, "your sister may fight you for it if she likes, tell her I said so." and as her whispers fade into the morning light, she disappears into the shadows.----

The ruins' was a place she was rather familiar with, a home away from home so to speak. She was comfortable here, among the stones and boulders of the pillars that had long ago crumbled because of the elements. She winds her way through the podiums and sprouting trees that bear no semblance of life, dust clings to the branches as if it had grown up from the very roots that made up the foundation for each living carcass. She had promised the woman a tomorrow, and today would be that day. Her howl lifts up over the peaks and across the valleys, her tone commanding, not to be argued with. As she finds the arena of choice- a flat, large area with only three boulders half the size of her forty-foot frame- she slips gracefully into her battle regalia and leaves 'Charlotte' behind. There is a switch to her eyes as if her personality lifts away and leaves only instinct and raw thirst in its' wake, she moves with a stalking grace across the dirt and cracks and takes a place where the sun will rise from behind her, to wait for her opponent.

Hackles lift across her narrow, yet muscular shoulders as she lowers herself into a defensive stance. Ears perked forwards, cupping the top of her skull as she lets her senses drift out further than the arena she stands in, she'd hear any wolf coming unless it was one of her trained rebels. Her tail lowers, stilling before tucking to the inside, right hind leg. Her chin lowers, forcing her neck into a large curve of muscle and scars, the fur around it thick and bushy like a miniature mane. Emerald eyes narrow and they scope the area for any potholes or obstacles, the arena layered in dust is a simple one but ready for what was to come. She plants her feet, curling her toes for friction and each leg in turn; lowers at the joint to anchor her balance. She is ready for anything, and in that instinctual animal ferocity; she is looking forward to it.

Juno VS Charlotte
DEATHMATCH
Move 00 of 04
Five days to respond
Elements ON
Dodge UNUSED
Health : Excellent | Trained recently
Ectomorph | 40" | 100lbs

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 03-24-2018, 07:12 PM |
Rebel
Famine
Rebel Gamma
Female, 5.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 80 lbs lbs
54 ep
© Sylvirr
The children brought to the Ridge. Of course she would be forced to leave them, for only she and Verona were healers and lord knew the Rebels--Roswell, who couldn't keep his nose out of danger for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES-- And Charlotte, whom was JUST AS BAD-- oft required her attentions. And so she ambles, taking long and crooked strides towards the dusty ruins where her pale coat is already painted with the ore of the red earth and she now forever smells of the ridge--of soot, dirt, smoke, and blood.

Blackened eyes peer out--waiting, watching. Who is it now that Charlotte calls to death--who will line her den this day? Thick and pungent is the scent that reeks from her--corpse. Decay. Rot. She is no stranger to death, she greets it like an old friend and like a pale vulture, she is never far from the range where fresh blood is spilled.

Famine is both spectating, and waiting to treat the wounds of the victor.










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Posted 03-24-2018, 09:39 PM |
Wind
Murmura
Wind Alpha
Female, 3.75
Endomorph
34 [a]. in, 121 [a]. lbs
129 ep
© Mkohy
CHURCH STEEPLE DOWN TO SATAN KARMA.
Soft thuds mark her entrance, eyes narrowed to slits, head inline with her back. Her steps are deep and lengthy, lazy with rage. She watches with a quiet hush, passing by the rebel mutt to face their queen. Her tongue is quick to wash her lips, thirst for blood a common strike. She does intervene, not directly, but Murmura makes certain she is in view of the dark woman. A woman days before she might have respected, better than the whores of magick. Seems she was wrong in her assessment and she rings out in a voice so strong, little volume is needed. "Are you going to make me suffer once more? Waiting to see if my daughter will fall to dust..? And here I thought you rebels might actually be different than us." A snort follows, gentle in the arena, but load enough for those present. "You fall into the hands of the gods as easily as the rest of us, if not more eager."A shake of her head is what ends her wordsd as she finally settles into a seat. A vendetta rising against her on all sides, peace a world she will never know. It doesn't matter that Juno is not like Mizuchi, Ajatar, Samael, or Caligula, not even that Margeaux and Arkady, she is still a child of Murmura, whether Juno knew it herself or not, she had sold herself to the goddess of death, pain, and suffering. Queen of lost souls and maverick blood. Indeed, Juno was her's, Electi-Amare, a new name for this new breed. SPEAK.
Voss Juno



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Posted 03-26-2018, 08:27 PM | This post was last modified: 03-26-2018, 08:43 PM by Lypso'ru
Divine
Lypso'ru
Divine Beta
Female, 5.00
Endomorph
32 in, 110 lbs
209 ep
© Lou


The call shakes her to her core, sure, the two had not been best friends or all that close, but the blood ties still existed. An aunt, a creature she both loved and feared. With Charlotte around, the divine beta felt safe in a world that had tried to have her skin. She hadn't been to the ruins' since the tournament, the smell, the feel of the dirt beneath her paws, it all reminded her of a day she'd rather forget. She arrives just after the last, a woman she knew not and yet apparently she knew Charlotte well enough to judge her. Winds' pendant sits idly by the wolfs throat and Lypso moves her way around the arena to sit out of the way, she knew some sort of sideline drama was bound to arise at the call. "What you just said made no sense," Lypso says softly, her sapphire eyes lifting to Murmura on the opposite side of the arena, "I'm sure she has a reason for calling the challenge, it has nothing to do with the Gods." And still she prays to Hotaru for Charlotte's well-being, she doesn't know who the woman is that would soon stand across from the rebel beast, and death in itself she didn't agree with, but fighting until the end... that was eternally the way of the rebels.
Murmura and Julie for time extension :D

Please tag me if I forget to reply within 3 days. <3



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Posted 03-26-2018, 08:49 PM |
Julie
OOC Account
Female, 29.00
----
--- in, --- lbs
0 ep
© Julie
STAFF NOTE: The adjusted deadline for Juno to respond is March 31st at 7:05pm.


contact julie
( liorelysia #5051) • ( liorelysia ) •
( liorelysia ) • ( liorelysia@gmail.com )



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Posted 03-26-2018, 10:41 PM |
Gorgon
Rebel Beta
Male, 5.25
Meso-fighter
30 in, 130 lbs
15 ep
© sorceror
He had nothing to say to anyone around him; he arrived and stood in the dust in silence. His scarred face was mostly blank, but his eyes were narrowed. A faint, hostile glint was buried somewhere in their mild depths. He stood without his customary attempt to look relaxed. He was neither on edge. He was just there, looking slightly hostile, and mostly unapproachable. And seething.
He hated the arena. He hated all these people. He was beginning to hate Doutaini in general - all the stupid affairs, the endless fights, and the morons who ran the place. Charlotte was hardly any better than any of the others. What was the point of all this? If she died, she'd end up leaving her stupid, beloved fake army to rot. If she survived, he supposed, some random idiot would die instead.
He'd seen enough dead people to not feel like it was worth it.
The whole thing was stupid.
It was possible that by the end of the day it wouldn't matter to him anymore, he supposed. What a relief.
The aging soldier gritted his teeth together and kept his mouth firmly shut.
waste of time.



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Posted 03-27-2018, 03:13 AM |
Rebel
Althea
Rebel Hunter
Female, 4.50
Meso-fighter
120 in, 33 lbs
0 ep
© Lou
She'd been following Charlotte, heard what she'd said to her younger brother before disappearing into the coming morning. She had stayed behind, glaring into the lightening sky as she racked her brain for reasons why her mother would have said such a thing. It's as she is wandering towards the borders, that she hears the deafening, whip-crack howl coming from the ruins'. "No!" Her heart stops for a moment before her legs give way into a sprint, it was as if her body was moving by itself, her brain had all but switched off completely. It was too soon to lose her mother, she was too young, too naive. She had spent too much time out of Doutaini, she didn't even consider herself a proper Rebel, and what now? If her mother died she would probably be an outcast! The pack could disown her. Suddenly, her pawprints send dust flying up around her and she is in the middle of the ruins', her heart hammering and her lungs burning for control, each breath heaves through her throat like razor blades. It doesn't take her long to find Charlotte, the queen of the ridge in prime, battle regalia, awaiting her prey. Gorgon and Famine are there, along with that Wind queen and her cousin, Lypso'ru. She eyes them all, her glance landing on Murmura with scathing ferocity for a moment too long, before she moves to join Gorgon by the sidelines of the arena.

"She'll be okay, right?" She whispers to him, her ears pressed sharply to her head. It hadn't been all that long ago that Charlotte had fought him for the Beta position in Rebel, even though her wounds were healed, Althea had no doubt that some of them would still hurt, and this fight, was about to be even more savage than she'd heard the one against him was. "What if she's not?" and it's more a question for herself, she takes a seat beside him, her body taught with rage and fear. Don't leave me mumma...

Gorgon



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Posted 03-27-2018, 07:55 AM | This post was last modified: 04-26-2018, 02:42 PM by Juno
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue
heavy were the burdens that the widow carried upon her spine. the loss of life bringing nothing but unadulterated and yearning hollowness to such a soul as lost as the one of darkness. A soft, delicate array of translucent strings of light would flutter about; offering a dance as they filtered around and through the towering trees. Falling upon the blossomed terrain to shine a pathway for all the dark souls that resided beneath. Wind had plenty of such things, most who come along the borders just damaged or broken fragments of what they use to be. All wishing for refugee and a place to serve as they called it home. The fae could see many of the wolves like that, as none were as dark as they tried to appear. It was a facade however, in the same there were some that just truly enjoyed malicious and criminal things. The woman had each of everything as she had recently accepted, a dark and good heart but lost as she was experiencing situations completely new to her. Peace - however, was a fickle lover to the woman of satin. Interuptted and stolen with every waking filter of light that would encase the webbed widows mind. the fat hadn't ben surprised to hear the commanding sentence of death rattle through the peaks of mountains. shaking the earth to it's very core and scavenging the lands for followers of hell. Birds took flight and small animals scurried into the shadows upon hearing the call of the predator. Pathetic... Lifting herself onto all four paws, the woman stretched out and yawned hugely- jaw widening to reveal rows of yellowed teeth before snapping shut once again as she shook her pelt.

traveling of all things was a devil of hell itself. seeking out those who yearned for the kissing embrace of night and day - yet, all it did was make her sick. alone though, were the commands of such a wench that requested - no, not requested. demanded her presence. the scene was a mystery, foraged walls held together by numbing pain and blood. smeared and mottled within he cracks as if death was the only thing holding up the infrastructure - and today another name would seem to be adding itself unto that list. annoyance, was clear within the burning emerald green pools of ivy encased by soft sockets of a sleepless death as the onyx woman scowled quietly at the rebel embassador. an unworthy wench, a bitch, another name waiting to enter the grave. intentions were all but clear to the towering spider as she snaked through the weaving walls of ruins - examining her opponent quickly and quietly before coming to face her center-stage. do you openly seek death? for a woman who claims to be wise - you are as foolish as a fly. peppered skin would roll quietly underneath thickened muscles as the hybrid carefully examined the opponent - a tricking smile playing at the corners of her lips as the devil taunted from the depths of hell. a sorrowful message of hatred pressing through thickened vinyl.

a beating sigh would press past onyx lips as Juno's nails flexed wildly across the coliseums flooring as she circled behind charlotte. what a pity for someone whom claims not to see the gods to seek them out so vividly. an audience would grow around the two in an array of flashing lights and fog each murmuring their own words of incondolence - Murmura being present of all. a godly woman of silk and sorrow perched carefully upon the pillars of death awaiting the fall of yet another soul in the world. whether it would be the gentle lips of the wind woman herself, or the firery embrace of hatred from rebel would be dependent upon the gods will and juno's way. regardless, she would prove her worth. thickened minuscules of fur would prickle wildly upon the curve of her spine as the hybrid maneuvered herself carefully upon the filtered grounds of light and dirt. neck careening back in a protective stance - lumps of fur and flesh clouding together in an array of armor as ivy green eyes would narrow. it'd been a while since juno had ever fought someone - she was rusty, yet still understood and knew how to strike like a python. and that she would do.

thighs would splay wildly upon the ground as stilt like legs spread carefully upon the dirt - an action so precisely practiced within her lifetime as the goddess of war pressed herself into the dirted grounds of coliseum. nostrils flared wildly as juno's senses would heighten - her elements were useless yet she could use her combat skills with fervor and to an advantage. she cared little of what this rebel wench meant to anyone within the ruins - even the child perched upon the sidelines shouting lions of protest and pleads. death would be upon the lands within this day. within a display of flashing lights and smoke - the blackened prima-donna would propell herself forwards. thickened claws digging into the lands grounds pushing her forwards with renewed fervor as she made way for her target. jowls splayed open wildly as the widow of sorrow would attempt to clasp upon her prize - the woman's brachiocephaliscus lips curling in an attempt to clasp tightly upon the muscle within the woman's hackles and pull anticlimactically. weight shifting carefully underneath her paws as broad shoulders would move in an an attempt to angle onto the scarred beast - attempting to dis balance the child of death. she would not give the wench the benefit of the doubt.



Juno vs. Charlotte
to the death | charlotte's head
move 1/4 && five days to respond
2.00 yrs | endomorph (35" & 122 lbs)
elementals on | dodge unused | excellent health (autumn)
experience: 0 wins | 0 losses | 0 draws

Muscle Reference

Summary: Juno answers Charlotte's call for death, circling the woman a few times within the arena taunting quietly for a bit while readying herself and defenses before darting from the side and attempting to snap onto her brachiocephaliscus - while also attempting to press her weight into Charolette's figure in an attempt to unbalance her.


if i don't reply within three days, please tag & harass me on discord. i get distracted very easily.




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Posted 03-27-2018, 09:20 AM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
[Image: eSn63Xc.png]


there is not a dull moment in rebel, hm? otto had ignored a lot here, but the call that even awoke his mother woke him as well. after she slunk out, otto followed in pursuit. it was charlotte's call, but why? is all the young rebel boy could muster. but, if mother was leaving, then so was he. maybe she would need his assistance in gathering herbs for whatever event was going on- not knowing that the event could end with their queen dead. he follows, unknowingly, through the ridge and to the ruins that aren't that far from where their den lay. otto does not speak as he catches up to his mother, seeing char in a position for a fight and some gathered. his orange eyes flicker between mother and the battlefield. thankfully, otto could still fit under famine if he pleased, he was barely heavier than she, so he could slink between her legs if he well needed to. but for now, he would sit by her side and watch silently, wait for the victor of this fight. ready to assist his mother in any way he could.


Famine: otto is spectating beside famine, ready to assist her in anyway.



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Posted 03-27-2018, 06:18 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
Early in the morning, she came to him. Vahagn woke with one eye open first, and produced a herculean yawn while she spoke of how proud she was of him. It seemed more like a dream than reality, but slowly he accepted he was awake. He sat up, looking over his mother’s calloused face and tracing the stories scrawled in scars across her muzzle like shaky calligraphy. She told him he was to be heir. Without an opportunity to ask why or what she meant by this, she left with only a final kiss and the trace of her scent in the shadows.

He would have to speak to Praelia soon.

Later, he followed his mother’s howl into the Ruins. It was the first time he’d come here since his own battle. The familiar stones, dust, scrapes and stains gave him pins and needles. He couldn’t tell if he was nervous or excited. It was a strange feeling; there was no emotion behind the tension shooting through his veins and squeezing his muscles. Just adrenaline.
He strode into the crowd along the sidelines, but he had eyes only for his mother. Charlotte stood in the middle of the arena, dressed in her fine dark cloak, battle-ready. Her opponent could only tease and taunt. It was mildly irritating, like the buzz of a gnat around the ears. It was not worth feeling insulted by what she had to say, when all she could do was speak nonsense.

Whatever reason Charlotte had to call this woman down from the mountain, Vahagn supported her decision. Trusted it made sense. And trusted that she would prevail. He was not worried.
-watching



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Posted 03-29-2018, 05:33 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
Others come to spectate, as was the nature in the ruins'. Her point of calling the young bitch here, was to ensure it would only be the two of them fighting, no onlookers could join in the ruins', else the Gods cast them out for their bad behavior. The Gods were nothing if floating demons to Charlotte, she despised them, rebelled in the very face of their legends and spat at the feet of their followers. Famine comes, ready to heal, to tut her tongue and cheek in the sweetest of judgemental ways. Others gathered, but as Murmura comes from the hills, a woman clinging to the hope of a goddess-like facade, Charlotte turns to smirk at her. The queen of the ridge was gone, in her place; only the raw insides of a decrepit animal. "Have you no faith in your daughter?" She spits, those emerald eyes alight as if a flame burns brightly behind them, her tongue slithers forwards to lash across front incisors, a devilish sneer crossing her dark and distorted features. She welcomes death, does not fear it, perhaps in her younger days she would have let the girl off with a warning, maybe, she'd even have given in to her requests and demands. But Charlotte, drawing closer and closer to the end of her days, was starting to come undone.

Finally, the young adult from the hills arrives. Juno. Her words lash out just the same as she'd done in the willows, it drones on and Charlotte almost grows bored, even though her jaws turn downwards and a smirk curls her lips over her fangs. Yellowed, the left side of her teeth have bits of flesh stuck between them, visible in the way her lip on that side has been shredded over the years. "I do not fear anything," there is a hiss before her tongue slides venomously over her front canines again, her eyes glued to every movement the wind wolf makes, each circle. Charlotte traces the lines of her young face, so perfect, she can't wait to tear it apart and reveal the bones beneath it. Hackles rise like a spiked armor across her narrow shoulders, along her back to eventually flare out through her tail. Ears pinned since she'd arrived, she stands still while the girl circles her like a shark. Comical, she'd have laughed if she had been paying attention, but the blood lust had taken over completely. Long legs crouch at the knees to bring her weight closer to the ground, anchoring her balance on four paws that splay digits for ultimate dust friction. Emerald orbs narrow, slits of acid as finally the girl propels herself forwards. The taste of her is only moments away.

Charlotte swivels, right hind leg stepping out as Juno comes for her, widening her lowered stance as she shifts her weight into her back legs. Her tail ducks beneath her, just as the wind menace reaches her, and suddenly; the fight has begun. Teeth smash into the intended muscle up the left side of her neck as Charlotte tucks her open jaws downwards, hiding her throat from advancing fangs. She pushes herself forwards as Juno hits her, a collision of fur and brutality ready to fight to the death, the woman is larger though and Charlotte finds herself sliding several feet back in the dust coated arena, throwing it into the air around them. She swings her head to the left instantly, aiming to sink her teeth into the lower, left side of Juno's neck where it met her shoulder, the fleshy part of skin that begins to drift down into a fatty chest. If removed, perhaps they'd be able to see her icy heart, and if Charlotte's attempt was successful; she'd tear at it with no remorse, no mercy, she wanted to reveal what was beneath the fur.

Juno VS Charlotte
DEATHMATCH
Move 01 of 04
Five days to respond
Elements ON
Dodge UNUSED
Health : Excellent | Trained recently
Ectomorph | 40" | 100lbs


injury report; bite marks/tears along the left side of her neck.
EP used; nil

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 03-29-2018, 11:47 PM |
Verona
Rebel Healer
Female, 3.50
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
82 ep
© tam
the arena calls her name again.

she can hear it scrambling beneath her skin, beckoning her to its bosom like a mother might her child, but she is no child of war. she is the result of the immediate aftermath: numb, broken hearts held together by the strings of their sinew and worn stitches. there is no grief staining the high cheekbones and soft lines of her silvered face and the only weariness she wears is in her eyes. they’re soft and tired in the way of shellshocked veterans. once, those irises were bejeweled; they were verdant emerald green set in a halo of gold. those sunlit forests are worn now; empty. dust trickles through the soft peppered hairs of her toes, staining the short hairs in a dull shade of off-white and dirtying her black nails. it’s early into autumn, but the air still tastes of late summer: arid and hot. the morning is young and the sun’s first rays aren’t quite as warm as they will be when the day grows older. it’ll be a hot. a terrible choice for a day to die. she grimaces at the thought, disturbed by how detached she has become in the face of death. there were no good days to die, only the best of the worst. when she approaches the growing crowd, her posture has relaxed enough that each step no longer lances upward through to her shoulder and her spine is less rigid. she has seen so many die by now that her heart has grown apathetic to it. without ryu, she is only a shell and shells cannot fear. the gourd she carries is slick with slit and pocked with the scars of her teeth, but the contents rattling about inside of it are relatively unharmed by the journey, of a bit wilted. the battle had already begun by the time she finds a seat, gourd at her side, eyes glassy and unseeing as they aimlessly followed the two figures in their match to find who could bleed the most. charlotte would come out the victor. the rebel alpha bore the scars of her prowess on her flesh. plus, the woman was far too stubborn to go out so young. the shadowy woman who fought opposite of the rebel was young. how she had earned charlotte’s ire, Verona couldn’t possibly know, but it would have to have been something terrible to end up here, scuffling in the dirt.

verona is spectating and waiting to heal the victor.




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Posted 03-30-2018, 07:23 AM |
Gorgon
Rebel Beta
Male, 5.25
Meso-fighter
30 in, 130 lbs
15 ep
© sorceror
Althea
He turned his dull eyes to the person who approached him. She seemed familiar; it took him a beat to place her. He scowled heavily.
This was Charlotte's daughter?
He didn't know what he would have expected, but this wasn't it. He turned his head to study the fight, twitched the remains of his left ear irritably, and swiveled back towards her.
what if she's not?
"Don't act like a child," he snapped, in a tone that sounded exactly like his father's. "You know perfectly well what might happen."
He was never in a mood to be sympathetic toward other adults. Also, he hadn't forgotten her insult in the graveyard, despite the period of time that had passed. He felt a strong surge of temper coming on - a more and more common reaction, lately - and stepped away from the woman, approaching a position somewhere closer to the two doctors than to her.
If Charlotte died, he reasoned, Althea would have nobody but her mother to blame for the loss. Rebel would have nobody but Charlotte to blame for the immediate unrest that would ensue. He studied the arena with dark, narrowed eyes, turning over possibilities in his head.
The fact was, without Charlotte, he had no particular reason to be in Rebel at all.
Still, he rather doubted she would be killed by some nobody.



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Posted 03-30-2018, 01:12 PM |
Rebel
Elsinor
Rebel Wolf
Female, 4.50
Mesomorph
33inch in, 105lbs lbs
109 ep
© Kim/KimShady
E L S I N O R



Back she had come from the fields when she heard the call rise up from the ruins. Pale, sharp eyes turned in that direction and narrowed thoughtfully. A deep sigh lifted her chest as she pondered the meaning of the call to death. Of course she knew the caller and thought it best to attend. There had been too much death lately, and her thoughts went straight to Althea. Sadly she shook her head as she moved towards the ruins. Foolish, so foolish. She arrived just after the fight had started and spotted her niece straight away. She was talking to the idiot she had met as she journeyed to the Gelid. She heard his words, and even though her hackles rose at the way he spoke to Althea, she couldn’t deny the truth. Althea was old enough to know the consequences. Though that did not change how she would feel about it. Nothing could.


Slowly she went to stand close to her niece and brushed her fur against the younger woman’s. "You have to trust your mother to know what she is doing. I’m sure there are reasons, but they are for her to know." All they could do was watch and hope that she would be victorious. Her pale eyes scanned those spectating and committed each and every face to her memory. Her gaze shifted to the male (Gorgon) and she gave him a cold, hard stare. She didn’t like him. And that was all there was to it.



"speak"


Althea Gorgon (She just gives Gorgon a 'look'. No interaction as such.



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Posted 03-31-2018, 03:02 PM | This post was last modified: 04-26-2018, 02:42 PM by Juno
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue
the time for conversation was over with the pounding thrums of the drums of war. adrenaline coursed through the woman's veins, pumping wildly at her heart and mind. any sense of rationality lost within the bating breaths of blood and death. collisions of teeth upon flesh brought upmost delight to Juno and her foraged mind. jowls clasping tightly upon her prize as the tore through meaty flesh - the delectable tastings of meat and blood flooding her senses. a split second to relish in the feeling of death granted to the wind wolf before pain would override those senses.

a loud snarl erupted from clasped jowls, pain searing through the ebbing veins of the woman's body. fueling her fire only more. if anything it only caused the woman's grip to tighten. a new found fervor for death being evident within her mind as her grip was relentless. sharpened incurs curved upwards into the seems of flesh, a hissing noise of almost complaint falling from the widows lips. an attempt to rid the woman of flesh and mortal ness evident within her mind as the blackened demon would attempt to careen her head backwards - restricted mainly by the cal hearing grip of teeth upon her neck. nonetheless, the woman would still try.

the whiskey scent of blood leaving her tongue within an instance if her attack were successful, jowls would splay wildly aiming to grasp upon the upper dorsal of the rebel child's right leg. an attempt to inflict piercing damage upon her - and create a sense of immobilization if her attacks were successful.


Juno vs. Charlotte
to the death | charlotte's head
move 2/4 && five days to respond
2.00 yrs | endomorph (35" & 122 lbs)
elementals on | dodge unused | excellent health (autumn)
experience: 0 wins | 0 losses | 0 draws

Muscle Reference

Injury Report: Bite marks and tears on the lower left side of her neck.

Summary: Takes damage from Charlotte's attack and attempts to pull a chunk of flesh from her brachiocephaliscus and then attempting to snap towards her right front leg.

OOC: This is shit. Not really digging Juno's muse lately.


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