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Posted 03-31-2018, 08:47 PM | This post was last modified: 03-31-2018, 08:49 PM by Murmura
Wind
Murmura
Wind Alpha
Female, 3.75
Endomorph
34 [a]. in, 121 [a]. lbs
129 ep
© Mkohy
CHURCH STEEPLE DOWN TO SATAN KARMA.
Her eyes did not wander from Charlotte, narrowed and cold. Words flit from around the arena, a particular one she adresses, gaze holding still as she sits in wrath and anguish. "There are many things you do not know about this life. Rebel say they deny gods yet they act as petty as those who follow them. What about that makes no sense? Or are you just vacuous?" She hushes herself, though it does not last long, the curl and twist of Charlotte's lips brings forth new words, new sharp blades, sharpened obsidian. "Do not feel an ache whenever your children face danger? And here I thought I knew the worst of worst when coming to horrid mothers." She licks her lips as Juno arrives, faith had nothing to do with the coming outcome and words meant nothing. Murmura would watch, whether Juno won or not, she would watch jsut like she did everyone else, and perhaps lose another of her soul, another piece of her wavering sanity. It seemed, out of all the people gathered in the arena, she and Juno were the only two who knew sorrow, pain, death, and so many more tortures on their tongues. "I lsot my wife. I lost my husband, and I continue to lose so much more." And grow stronger from it. Silent words, barely a whisper they were, but not hidden behind closed walls, not lost in dusty old books, open and free to all ears, free to wonder and suck souls dry. Head held high, her focus left Charlotte, a woman she may have had respect for once in the past but seemed to lose now. Not only had she took in the woman* who had killed bother of her spouses, but she herself wished to kill one of Murmura's blood. No different at all, but who was she to complain?.
I'm assuming since ryu's spar and asc's took place in the same place in the ruins at the same time mura would have knowledge of this even though she wasn't in the thread itself. if not just ignore this piece, she'd still be pissed either way.



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Posted 04-02-2018, 02:21 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

Ah, this wasn't quite what he was expecting. The Commander took the poor wind wolf's idiocy rather personally, it seemed. Despite his comment at the Willows, Kyniaos didn't think death was really a necessary consequence for her actions. At the time, he would've bet the girl was going to get herself killed in some other, but equally foolish scenario; the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior, as they say. But if the Commander was this insulted, he supposed Juno wouldn't get a second chance to mind her mouth.

Kynaios leaped onto a fallen pillar on the sidelines, a little behind and to the right of Murmura. The fight was already in full swing. To her credit, at least Juno was there and making a go of it, as unlikely as her victory seemed. She was prepared to put her money where her mouth was. He wasn't sure if that made her more or less of a bonehead for picking fights with someone like Charlotte.

With a whiff of amusement and a curl to his mouth, he briefly entertained the thought of what would happen if she won.

The black and silver scout sank into a groove on the pillar, dropping into a crescent-shape and kicking out his hind legs to make himself more comfortable. His ears flipped up toward the fight. He was all rather cavalier about the whole affair; deceptively off-guard. But in truth, he kept a careful eye on the faces of the crowd and the combatants in the center. Kept himself prepared to spring to his feet. There was a reason he chose a higher vantage point slightly behind the crowds...
-watching



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Posted 04-02-2018, 03:59 PM |
Rebel ( Admin )
Lyra
Rebel Wolf
Female, 4.00
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
264 ep
© Ly

the war cry from the ruins catches her by surprise; some familiar note in the voice that jars her heart, makes the rhythm stutter in her veins. it takes a moment to place among her memories. she does not know the rebel commander well, only as a face that had been in the backdrop of doutaini since lyra had first arrived, but she heeds the call with uncharacteristic urgency.

(with longing, its presence a shadow on her quicksilver eyes, addiction hollowing the irises. she will always relish the first breath of ruins-dust on her paws. the way the sunlight here blooms ever-bloody on the horizon.)

the fighting has begun by the time she arrives, so she snakes her way through the crowd to a more distant seat, ignoring the squabbling that has broken out on the sidelines. her gaze lingers but a moment on the wind queen, curious as to what dispute had brought the packs into conflict. she'd sworn an oath to take no more lives from haruko: she wonders, now, if that moment of mercy would prove an everlasting thorn in her side. her attention wanes from the grey woman and she takes a seat beside kynaios's pillar. though her expression is both distant and grim, her eyes track the fight keenly, eager to see the rebel alpha take her pound of flesh.




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Posted 04-02-2018, 07:06 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
The commotion on the sidelines fades from her mind, hidden voices from her snapped shut ears, if she hadn't been so focused on Juno she might have questioned the wind queen; what are you to me? But alas, her narrowed, emerald eyes are locked only to her opponent. Fangs protruding from rolled lips, they sink into their intended target on the young wind woman, flesh that peels into her mouth, blood that pools against her tongue, it hits every sense in the rebel commanders body. The relief is short lived though, as Juno shreds at her neck muscle. Blood flows from the wound, the wind slicing at her like a million tiny daggers, she can feel the burn in her temples. Just as quickly Juno pulls away, tearing a chunk of flesh as she goes and Charlotte feels her dive. Agility and speed aid her movements and momentum as she throws her front end upwards, aiming to slam Juno in the face with her right front leg, bones that are heavier and thicker with age hard enough to cause damage to the wind wraiths jaw. Teeth slice along the top of her right paw, whether Juno grabs it or not, and as Charlotte lets go of the flesh between her teeth; she throws her front end downwards again, agape jaws snarling like an angry lion; aimed right for the top of Juno's muzzle.

Her hackles flare like wings set alight with shadow, she is a bullet of speed and precision as her attacks all roll over perfectly. If successful, she'd slam her jaws shut with enough force to break the bones in Juno's snout, cave in the infrastructure that allows her to breathe, allows her to live. Blood pools below her splayed paws, but still dust is thrown upwards as Charlotte's left paw slams into the dirt again, the mixture of scarlet liquid and earth begins to seep into her toes. Her tail tucks below her abdomen, she still hoped for more children one of these days, if she didn't die today.

Juno VS Charlotte
DEATHMATCH
Move 02 of 04
Five days to respond
Elements ON 519ep
Dodge UNUSED
Health : Excellent | Trained recently
Ectomorph | 40" | 100lbs


injury report; bite marks/tears along the left side of her neck.
EP used; agility and speed ; 150EP

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 04-03-2018, 12:07 PM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
[Image: eSn63Xc.png]


otto leans further into his mother, ears folding at the sounds of the fight and the woman who seemed to be the mother of the other girl in the fight. his eyes peer up at famine, wondering if she was scared as well or if it was just the poor pup. his eyes flickered to the battle field, seeing blood on the grounds and then his eyes flicker to the wind queen. his heart ached for her, he could not imagine losing a daughter. he knew what it was like to lose a mother. there is a small ache in his heart to go and comfort the woman, but she would probably flick the rebel away. she did not seem to found of them. his eyes flickered back to famine, seeing kyn enter behind, but his eyes stayed focused on his mother as a single question left his lips, mother, is the commander a bad wolf? he whispered to her, the blood staining his memories of the ruins. the yells of murmura and the growls in the ruins seemed to sway every point of his thinking.

otto is still spectating.


Famine



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Posted 04-03-2018, 07:01 PM |
Rebel
Praelia
Rebel Scion
Female, 2.00
Meso-runner
14 in, 34 lbs
30 ep
© Fluttershy






THOSE RAVENOUS BASTARDS
always get what they're after!

to kill or be killed state of mind! anything to stay alive Perhaps she needed to spend more time with her family and more time outside of the Ridge to enjoy life, but she just felt compelled to stay in the safety of the tall cliff faces despite what she had seen there. But when she heard her mother calling out in the ruins, she immediately left and as swiftly and fast as possible she ran. What was going on now, she didn't know, but she needed to see. Her eyes fell on quite the gathering, mostly seeing others from her pack, a few stragglers standing by, but her eyes immediately sought out her brother. When she found him, she silently ran up, standing beside him and her eyes burning downwards into the pit, her mother hard at work battling this other female with all of her might. She said no words. She just stood, watching, learning, waiting, and hoping her trust in her mother would allow the victory.

Praelia is spectating

Vahagn



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Posted 04-03-2018, 07:10 PM |
Rebel
Famine
Rebel Gamma
Female, 5.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 80 lbs lbs
54 ep
© Sylvirr
"No such thing as good or bad." she replies, her voice nary a whisper--for Otto's ears only. "Good can do bad things. Bad can do good things. It absolves nobody of their actions, it is just another action." Murmura would be incorrect in thinking she is the only one who knows loss, for Famine's tear-stained face is a testament to the tears she shed--and sheds daily, nightly, weekly, monthly, yearly-- for her losses. But she blames nobody for them, nor does curse those who allow it. "You must accept that this world is full of pain. Whether you mean to cause it, or mean to remedy it. Neither option makes you good, or bad. Fight for your self-respect, and if it makes you bad, then so be it."
With this final phrase, she lifts her coal-black eyes back to the battle, watching as the first blood is drawn and already, the ruins again begin to appease their hunger for flesh.










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Posted 04-04-2018, 05:38 PM |
Naphtali
Rebel Pup
Male, 0.75
Endomorph
29 in, 78 lbs
0 ep
© joel
"wendigo boy."

As he moved, his body was a promise. Wendigo. Starving for the chunk of world's flesh. Joints and cogs and tissue coexisting with his form. The system of red-stones made a complex pathway, but the challenge was a welcome exercise to his muscle. It was a temple, it was law, he made the effort to keep its brain flexible. All bridges of the person must be satiated, even for something as perishable as meat. He, was lean to purpose in that state. Expanding upon limits that made him feel small. Its esteem, however poised, ached in the inches of his anatomy. Soft lines meant deep pains, he appreciated it. Define. As other things seemed all the more tangible. To suffer is to pray. Every nerve ending ablaze. It had been the closest sensation to life he could devise, beyond his affinity of chaos. A desire cast into his belly. He is not a victim. He is convinced it saved him the trouble. He resented, that was the error. Wisdom was infinite, and in that spotless from blame or disgust, he still has much to learn from his leader. Passion was not a tool, it was an emblem upon his back; he wore it everywhere, no matter how placid the surface. It could be the snare, too, if he gave himself the room. He eludes ignorance or judgement, they are barriers he would rather pass then be victim to. What gardens he'd tend with this fresh knowledge. Thorny and red. "Do you hate him?" The boy whispered, his face close to his mother's flank as he occupied her side. They are the same fabric and spirit; outsiders. Prolific. Undeterred. Did he mean Vahagn? Father? He wanted to grasp the situation, finally. He has spent more than enough time brooding. As he gazed into the arena, strangers capitalizing on violence and spectators for sport; he wondered. He dreamed. Was this the language of the living? It spoke to him. It speaks to him.



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Posted 04-04-2018, 10:24 PM | This post was last modified: 04-26-2018, 02:43 PM by Juno
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue
flesh would leave the bodies of mortals in grinding halts. the feel of blood launching the backs of thirsted throats as the widow grinned vicariously upon her success. her victory is short lived, for the grinding feel of bone against teeth and flesh collides within the woman upper half. snapping jaws shut in a precarious display of pain. for a brief moment, she could swear that she felts her entire being go numb at the feeling. blood oozing from the tops of lips, and torn muscle. nostrils flared wildly like a ravenous hog, the bating breaths of war coursing through her veins as emerald eyes focus upon her attacker. a loud snarl pressing past parted lips, head jerking back slightly - just in time for the woman to catch non-lethal particles of her face. the collision of teeth against her cheek would cause an anguished howl to press through her lips. flesh peeling from the corners of her jaws, leaving streams of blood to coat the coliseum floor within it's wake.

light filtered through the terrains, blinding eyes ever so slightly within the heated sensation of warmth from sun - or, was it warmth from adrenaline? Juno couldn't tell. nonetheless, she proceed forwards. body twisting in uneven waves as jaws splayed wildly upon the womans being. sharpened incisors snapping wildly towards Charlotte's sternomastoideus in a wilding attempt to grasp upon the fragile flesh and draw life from the body in the slightest. death would great one of the two with open arms upon this day.


Juno vs. Charlotte
to the death | charlotte's head
move 3/4 && 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

Reference to Juno's Attempted Attack: Link

Reference to Charlotte's Landed Attack: Link - Link

Injury Report: Bite marks and tears on the lower left side of her neck. Major tears, and missing flesh & muscle on the right side of her face.

Summary: Takes damage from Charlotte's attack, but not in the intended place. Flesh is shed from the right side of her face, leaving major wounds and bleeding. Attempts to strike Charlotte's sternomastoideus and get a firm grip upon her.


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Posted 04-05-2018, 03:57 PM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
[Image: eSn63Xc.png]


otto heard his mother speak and his eyes gazed back to murmura. a soft sigh left his lips before he nodded, eyes flickering back to the battlefield. his body settled back against his mother, not leaning his weight all into her, but still relying on her as he watched the fight. he hoped the commander survived, he hoped that juno did as well, otto remembered that the commander wanted him to come to her at a year's age. there was an unsettling feeling in his stomach at the mere thought of it.

otto is still spectating.




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Posted 04-07-2018, 07:42 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
The slices are deep, like little cavities full of lava, they zig-zag across her right front paw, almost completely severing one of her toes. At first, the pain had been instantaneous as dirt and blood and germs from all the wolves who had fought here before her, had filtered in through the grooves Juno had left in her flesh, and each particle seared at her like a white-hot branding iron. Now though, it seemed as though her whole right paw was missing, almost completely numb from the extent of the pain, the only reason she knew it was there was the pins and needles that spread up her leg as a reminder. There was no time to regret bad decisions though, her jaws snap shut around the wind devils' left cheek and Charlotte tears at it mercilessly, prying free a delicious chunk of flesh that she spits across the arena, perhaps it would land at Murmura's feet, perhaps not, she couldn't see anything but Juno. The wind womans' head snaps up and she lunges for Charlotte neck, just as Charlotte whips her head back to her left for more.

The collision of teeth and flesh is enticing, it irks her on, fills her up in ways only this could. Like her fight with Gorgon, with those before him; she felt more alive in this moment than she ever did. Right paw forgotten, Juno sinks fangs into the same holes she'd made before, widening each opening into tears along the muscle in the ridge commanders neck. Her hackles spike as a wild and feral snarl rips its' way up her throat, coiled hind legs spring her forwards, jaws a ridge of rolled lips and jagged jaws; she aims for the killing blow; around the unprotected throat of Juno. She sting and burn from the earlier wounds once again being penetrated clouds her vision, still she narrows those eyes as she surges forwards like a tidal-wave made of fur and blood and fury. She is a demon of the night, and as her neck slings forwards, her jaw dropped to protect her own throat; she strikes like a cobra. Bottom jaw falling open, she aims to collect the fleshy underneath of Juno's throat and if successful, would meet those gnashing teeth with those of her top jaw- all in all rendering the wind womans' throat fleshless and inevitably; causing her death - or so she hopes. Her ears pinned, if her attempt had been successful she'd peel away the flesh from Juno's left jawbone, to the middle of her jugular, a rebels bite enough to snap a bone, let alone skin and arteries, she heaves her weight into the woman with everything she has. She'd die for less than this.

Juno VS Charlotte
DEATHMATCH
Move 03 of 04
Five days to respond
Elements ON 519ep
Dodge UNUSED
Health : Excellent | Trained recently
Ectomorph | 40" | 100lbs


injury report; bite marks/tears along the left side of her neck (doubled by the second hit), slices on front right paw, deep. Beginning to fatigue, exertion.
summary; Juno's bite on Charlotte's neck is successful and lands pretty much the same place as last time. Charlotte spots the opening in Juno's defenses, and goes for the death blow, attempting to bite into her jugular.
EP used; agility and speed ; 150EP

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 04-09-2018, 04:34 PM | This post was last modified: 04-10-2018, 05:36 AM by Zinna
Divine
Zinna
Divine Healer
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 92 lbs
122 ep
© Amber
Lithe paws carried the small wolfess through the plains, her light frame cutting the air in two. That howl, the feral call ringing across the land, demanding. It sent shivers down her spine and turned her blood to Ice. Charlotte. Unfortunately, she knew exactly for what, for who the scarred woman asked. And that's what brought Zinna running.
The marigold, chervil and dandelion brushed her cheeks, pulled back from the wind as she sped through the Serene, past the Jynsin and finally, to the Ruins. She slowed down, huffing. The scene she arrived to was just as awful as she expected. The gound was smeared with wine-red liquid ooze, claws scattered the dust and beastly snarls filled the athmosphere thick and tense. For a few long moments she watched from the outskirts. Amber eyes, dulled with worry, were set firmly on the duo of dark-furred women, the scarred Queen and the sleek Juno (though she still didn't know the name of the latter). Savage. Ruthless. Once, Zinna had fought in the festival of champions, finding the rush of adrenaline pleasing. But through the years she had snapped out of that illusion, and what she was seeing now made her realize how she hated and loathed all the violence, loathed it down to her core.
As she joined the crowd she could see multiple wolves had brought medicine. She studied the other faces, recognizing few. She stopped beside Lypso'ru, shoulders brushing as she came to the white angel that was her packmate. Zinna didn't speak, mostly because her mouth was full with the herbs, and instead tried to catch the blue eye with her own, despair flooding her gaze. Why are all problems being solved with violence? And after that moment of mute conversation, her gaze would scout the crowd. She saw Verona, Kynaios, Murmura was here... The latter looked more upset than the rest. Amber visors returned to the combatters. It hurt her, the knowledge that one was to die today. It made her eyes water. It would probably be the wind wolfess, the one who'd leave the world of mortals.

Zinna is spectating


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Posted 04-10-2018, 08:00 PM | This post was last modified: 04-26-2018, 02:43 PM by Juno
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue
raven jaws would collect the tithing of blood once more. the liquids seeping into an eager and empty maw as perfectly sharpened teeth sink within the wounds of time. falling almost perfectly into the slits once more. like a snakes venom injecting into it's victim. she feels victorious, as if she's won the battle already. adrenaline coursing, yet starting to fade as the fogginess of white and black filter through the corneas of ones eyes. emerald hues blur, a new found fear instilled within the woman as her teeth pull wildy upon the flesh. she wants to move. she cant. she's locked. stuck in a position. she's tired, oh so very tired. her muscles scream and shout, pounding against their brittle confides in a thundering roar of stop it. she urges them to be quiet.

dust and dirt swarm against the floor, pecked by the ever going movements of the two women. kicking into the air and settling into the sauntering confides of a home of flesh in blood. the biting feel of pain presses into the fleshy feel of wounds. squirming deep within the cracks and crevices of softened flesh. blood seems to pool around her. the never ceasing flow falling swiftly from her face in baths of streams. crimson coast her maw, a few droplets traveling into her nose making the woman snort loudly. it looks like a horror scene. something only one would see in a movie. the raven queen is drenched in blood. wooziness and fatigue filling her joints.

Juno loses track of time, reality slipping from her hands in an obstructed view. as if she's just watching from the outside in. her mind seems to do a panorama of the arena - the scene before them. ears filled with nothing but white noise, and everything for once is going in slow motion. It seems that in her last moment of life she snaps back to reality, jaws letting go of their hinging clasp upon Charlotte's neck. As emerald eyes widen in fear mixed with determination. She stumbles. Falling downwards upon the ground, neck careening backwards into a protective stance as a snarl rips past her lips. She'd actually tried to kill her. One more second and she would've been gone. naught and bone collide with the floor in a loud crack of bone upon hardened brick. a howl of pain threatens to slip past her maw - she keeps it shut. unwilling to let the woman get the upper hand again. juno squirms for a moment, demented body grunting in an effort to push upwards swiftly. now. she has to do this now. she'd die otherwise. and so, without a further thought. she strikes. death crazed eyes zoned upon the one and only thing that matters to her. charlotte's windpipe. jaws splay wildly, like a viper, her pace quickened despite the pain as she strikes like a cobra, neck tucked carefully, eyes slitted, and ears pressed backwards - attempting to grasp upon her prize. if the woman were to go down. she would fall again with her.

she can feel her conscious fading - but she pleads, begs, wills herself to keep going. stay alive and stay awake. if she died, she wished to greet death with open eyes. unlike a coward.


Juno vs. Charlotte
to the death | charlotte's head
move 4/4 && five days to respond
2.00 yrs | endomorph (35" & 122 lbs)
elementals on | dodge used | 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. Major tears, and missing flesh & muscle on the right side of her face. Starting to lose her consciousness because of severe blood loss, and is feeling the wilding affects of fatigue and the ebbing pain from the sand and dust on the coliseum floors beating into her wounds. cracked right shoulder.

Summary: Growing weak and weary from the ever sauntering loss of blood - Juno releases Charlotte's sternomastoideus. Unaware of the attacks she is inflicting upon her protected throat until quiet possible the last moment. Juno stumbles backwards, tucking her neck tightly as she collides with coliseum floors - before pushing herself upwards onto her right (slightly undamaged) shoulder. She scrambles for a quiet moment before lunging herself forwards, jaws splayed open and aiming to grasp a hold of Charlotte's jugular / windpipe in a similar attack to the one she had attempted before Juno stumbled away. Her muscles remain contorted, neck pulled tightly back to avoid anymore biting pain or risky attacks as she strikes at Charlotte.

ooc: this is shit - sorry.


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Posted 04-14-2018, 03:40 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
From dust, to blood, to the shrieks of violence and pain; the arena is trapped in slow motion as the end draws near for one of them. Jaws so hungry for death snap shut over air, the sound reverberates across the ruins', making her disappointment audible. There is a tremendous growl that slithers up her throat as front paws plant squarely infront of the fallen wind woman, Juno had recoiled in time to avoid her death, but it only gave her a couple more seconds of life. Hackles coated in dust particles, in blood that mats in her fur. The wounds along her neck had begun their battle pounding, pulling at her temples along with the fatigue that threatens every muscle in her body. She rocks backwards as Juno wiggles in the blood soaked arena, pressing her weight into angled and spread hind legs, her claws making indents in the copper mud below. Savaged ears lay flat as she pushes her height to its' maximum with long front legs, just as Juno comes for her.

There is an undeniable strength behind a rebels' bite, enough to break bone, enough to injure beyond repair. As Juno lurches forwards like a snake, Charlotte steps out to her right once again with her hind leg, angling herself so they are no longer head to head. Taller now, the girls jaws would no doubt latch on to Charlotte's chest, but with her speed and enormous Strength; Charlotte retaliates instantly. Splayed jaws covering Juno's initial target, whip forwards viciously, their destination clear; Juno's upper jaw. She shoves forwards with those coiled hind legs, her right front paw and leg thrown up to drape across the wind womans' shoulders if she doesn't move where she'd push down to try and topple her once and for all. Teeth yellowed from decay, would slam shut if successful, across Juno's snout, with all the power the rebel commander had. Vicious, merciless, she'd aim to snap the muzzle straight off her opponents face, break the bones and leave only carnage in its' wake.

Juno VS Charlotte
DEATHMATCH
Move 0 of 04
Five days to respond
Elements ON 519ep
Dodge UNUSED
Health : Excellent | Trained recently
Ectomorph | 40" | 100lbs


injury report; bite marks/tears along the left side of her neck (doubled by the second hit), slices on front right paw, deep. Beginning to fatigue, exertion.
add; I haven't intentionally used a dodge here but let me know if it would be considered as one please judge <3
EP used; agility and speed ; 150EP
strength ; 150EP

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 04-14-2018, 03:43 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
tagging some judges? Vaitan Ruellia Lyra Dracarys Mercury <3

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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