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<i>Primal drive</i>, it licked with <i>flaming</i> desire within the breast, <i>burning</i> to the core to ignite instinct and <i>birth right</i>. Stalwart pillars sewn and <i>strung</i> out from virile breast moved in fluid unison, <i>striking</i> outwards as massive espadrilles <i>thundered</i> against the bosom of the earth in the rhythm of war drums; <i>refined war stallion</i>. Nostrils flared rapidly as oxygen was <i>torn</i> from the atmosphere and whirled within the chest to feed delicate lungs, breast rising and falling with each bounding stride. Twisted and <i>intertwined</i> canopies above <i>quivered</i> and shook with restlessness, titan guardians of the woodland reaching towards the heavens and <i>whizzing</i> by as the gentleman thundered through the forest. <p>
 
Slippers danced with eloquent mannerisms, lithe and <i>ethereal</i> as the cherubic fabrication broke from the woodland crevices and into an open clearing. High strung like a fabulous dressage stallion did the man high step, feet pounding against the earth as the buttocks swung sideways, pivoting and seeming to jog in place as the heart <i>thrummed</i> and coursed adrenaline through every vein which cut through the monarchial flesh. Once more the beast’s nostrils flared, snorting faintly as the duplex tails <i>whipped</i> behind the buttocks like some serpentine <i>monsters</i> of Hade’s. Affable man had tasted the biting resurgence of his birth right, passed from generation to generation; the existence of a lowly vagabond had become but a <i>bitter</i> taste upon the tongue that had caused his spirits to rise in a champion’s <i>inferno</i>. Thew rippled across the mammoth stag’s neckline as the skull dipped upwards to the twilight canvas, bubblegum lips parting as a wondrous sound escaped from jowls; deep and husky howl which reached to the heaven’s and echoed across the landscape, <i>challenging</i>, <i>claiming</i>. Perhaps the house of Van Orrick would thrive once more…

 
 
 
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@Erzsébet
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The presence of another infiltrating his forest had blood boiling, lips unfurling with wicked intent. A low growl rumbled in his throat, hackles bristling down his broad back. He approached, paws thundering beneath his weight. He would not conceal his approach, even as the shadows flailed wildly at his paws. Silver orbs narrowed to slits, poison gathering in his jaws, froth oozing like a rabid animal. No one would have his forest. Even his witch would not maintain control of it forever.
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The alabaster stag stood proudly, too proudly within the shadows of the trees. He pranced about like a restless doe. Lips curled up in a sneer. These lands are taken. His voice was a deep rumble as he sought to come to a halt before the man. He towered over the pale creature, he was undaunted by the antlers that adorned his skull. His temper flared, the urge to rip flesh from bone overwhelming. Defenses settled into place. He could get rid of this one before anyone even knew he was here.
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Ooc / challenges are all welcome so here is ody XD
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Windswept <i>fables</i> softly <i>whispered</i> of clandestine souls, divulging the oncoming approach of another. Nostrils detected the macabre cologne of that drifted heavily upon the atmosphere, <i>clinging</i> with fast approach; such was the approach detected far before the distinct <i>thrumming</i> of heavy feet upon the earth. Auricles flicked and rotated, erect and alert as pearly slippers daintily moved in eloquent and decisive movements to sidestep the man to his right, cranium shifting to stare <i>unseeing</i> into the direction of the newcomer. Aroma of pine needles and <i>crisp</i> earth intertwined with the cologne of the volatile beast as well as the pomegranate blossoms and white musk of his own ivory tendrils. Harshness befell lips, <i>assaulting</i> the seraphic gentleman. <p>

Bubblegum lips gently curled, <i>wrinkling</i> the snout as auricles laid against the skull and a thick <i>rumble</i> escaped from jowls as pearly bayonets were exposed beneath supple lips. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Taken they are.”</font> Thrummed the stag as duplex tails <i>whipped</i> behind thy frame in annoyance, nares flaring to inhale the newcomer’s scent. <font color=#ffb6c1>”I call upon the owner of these lands sir…”</font> Singular audit flicked forth upon the dome as shoulders flexed, slippers bringing the alabaster war stallion forward a few paces; fuchsia pools unwavering and <i>aflame</i>, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Not that of servants.”</font>


 
 
 
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Woman would move in silence, though unlike when she had been a mere vessel here she carries herself differently. Head was high, tail drifting behind her like a cape. The metal bands around upper throat and tail marking her for what she was to anyone who knew her ranks. This was her home, this was her forest. There was only one she would ever bow to and for now he seemed content to allow her to take charge. The vivacious cult leader's jaw would hang low as always, sonar pings bringing her images and stories of the world around her. Around her the world seemed to hush, birds would cease their song at her passage, nature would barely whisper as it touched her. She was content to drift, moving like a wraith throughout her home. That is until a particular call reached her. Ears would curve to the sound though no emotion would drift through her eyes or body. There was none there to be felt and with no one else around there was no reason to fake it.

Slowly she would move, curling her body around to alter her path and move her towards the call, the challenger. Nay the trespasser... Though there was nothing there to allow her to claim to hate the male she did know that it was her duty to Ody to make sure this land stayed in their paws. It seemed he was already there to make that claim. Harsh words were spat from his lips, brought back by the male who was challenging. She knew his scent... <i>'I am she. He is no servant, he is my escort. Mice should never threaten men...'</i> Telepathic thoughts were sent to the pair, though black eyes would glitter dangerously to the male, lips coiling into a sadistic sneer as she drifted to stand beside Odysseus. For a moment she would allow her pings to bring her back news of the male, telling her of his antlers, of his build... <i>'You've come to the wrong lands little mouse. Even if you win I would <u>burn</u> this whole forest before surrendering it to you. Even if you win I would poison any animals that would ever step into these lands, taint your water supply... So my sweet little mouse... Consider your options and your next words <u>carefully</u>....'</i> She was giving him an out, he could pick up and pack up and she would pretend this never happened. She was doing his a favour. She didn't plan on loosing, but even if she won this injustice would not be soon forgotten...

<i>'Because we are many and you are one.'</i> She would say, words easy as if she was offering a simple greeting to him. But already defended were sliding into place as easily as if she was breathing. Ears would pin to her skull, eyes narrowing as lips were pulled back in a snarl to gather more loose flesh around the useless orbs. Neck would arch, chin tipping down to protect her throat, shoulders rolling forward to do the same. Back would arch, stomach tucking to gather her core strength. Paws would splay, cantering her balance with ease even as joints loosened to lower her centre of gravity and protect against any incoming shock. Massive tail would continue to drift behind her easily, damn appendage was too long to be of use for anything. Claws would slowly knead the dirt ready to provide extra traction if needed. She would hold no punches. <i>'On the off chance he wins...'</i> Message would only be sent to Odysseus. He knew. This was their home.

ERZSEBET VS ISRAFEL FOR QUERNUS
ROUND 0 of 3
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Fabrications of lyrical hymns sparked within the confines of the cerebrum followed by a <i>potent</i> perfume; <i>mouse</i>? Bubblegum lips which had been pulled into the formation of a snarl twitched and curled on the sides to form a dastardly <i>sneer</i>. No mouse was he. Prideful of a creature he was not, but he was no <i>mouse</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”So be it slave taker.”</font> Growled the man as auricles flicked to and fro rapidly as adrenaline seeped into every fiber of his being. Muscles twitched beneath flesh in apprehension as the audits erected themselves towards the scent of the woman, <i>listening</i> as she readied herself for battle, <i>and so shall it be.</i>. <p>

Shoulders flexed and <i>hunched</i> backwards a tad as the beast began to defend; both tails tucked behind his frame as ears pinned to the skull to perfect a war helmet, frame lowering to the earth to protect the underbelly and muscles clenched with tension to gather strength and spirit, skull tucking inwards in defense of the tender throat, as muscle rippled on the backside jumping forward with the slight arching of the spine to cast a shield of muscle upon the back. Lithe and slender limbs slid outwards a tad to center his gravity as claws dug into the crisp soil for grip. Muscles tensed beneath flesh as knees bent and hackles raised, lips curled to protect the tender flesh and expose the daggers within. It was silence which encased the area momentarily as he listened, scenting with flares nostrils, paws faintly treading as he familiarized himself with the tension and grip he would receive with the specific pressure and bending of tendon and muscle within the paws. The buttocks had leaned back a bit as he gathered strength in his abdomen, back paws sunk into the earth below as he leapt with a snarl. <p>

With a few bounds and thundering claps upon the soil he could sense her but feet from him; gathering momentum he leapt mid stride in the opposite direction feet away and spun on his paws rapidly so that his head was aligned to the middle section of the woman. His assault continued as he raced toward her, scenting and <i>feeling</i> the earth as he went, and inches away he pivoted on heels to <i>slide</i> sideways at the woman –tucking his head downwards as he slid- hoping that the left portion of his thick and hardy buttocks would smash against her right shoulder, wishing his momentum and hardy 180 pounds would knock her off balance. Swiftly he would lurch towards the underbelly of the woman and <i>jerk</i> his mighty antlered skull upwards as to <i>tear</i> tender belly flesh as jaws were to snap viciously at the right hind leg.



 
 
 
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Pale lips of the trespasser curled to expose ivory daggers, but such fangs were no match for his unnaturally long fangs that danced in the sunlight. He would confirm that indeed the lands were taken, though words only served to annoy the ebony beast. <i>Servant</i>. His temper flared as he took a step towards the fool. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I will rip your fucking tongue from your mouth."</b></font> He snarled vicious words, defenses falling into place as he was ready to launch himself at the male and do just that.
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But the familiar voice of his witch put a damper on his plans. She came to side, correcting the man, naming him her escort. Yet it was not enough to sooth his rage, he demanded blood payment. A choice was given, something he was not kind enough to do. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Just kill him and be done with it."</b></font> He spoke, not bothering to mask his words. Rage burned molten silver, his behemoth frame ready for battle. Her voice infiltrated his mind, words he knew that only he would hear. He would nod. No one would be taking his forest.
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The pale man struck with little warning, launching himself forward in a wide circle to try and bodyslam his witch. The ebony escort would move away, circling to position himself behind the man for now. Keen eyes watched every moment, waiting for him to submit to the witch so that he could have his turn. Like a shadow he paced back and forth, restless and impatience brewing. Jaws unhinged, fangs dancing in the light, growls bubbling in his throat. He would make sure this fool regretted the day he entered this forest.

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It was the cry of war that brought her to the scene. She lingered near the forest, waiting for the ebony witch to return, to call on her and give her direction. It seemed she had returned. The chocolate hued woman approached with caution, her bodice low to the ground, a picture of perfect submission. Angry words were exchanged before the snarls of war. Ears pulled back against her skull as eyes widened in alarm. The alabaster man from the forest was here, fighting the witch how had claimed her. A frightening brute lurked nearby, pacing like a caged animal waiting to strike. Panic flared in her chest and spread through her veins like acid. She did not want to see the man harmed. But why was he even here? She watched with wide eyes, watched as bodies clashed and fangs flashed. Tension radiated from her petite figure.

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@Israfel
How long had it been since she had last battled? Ody had spoken of wishing to spar her, of his desire to help her learn to defend herself but if she was being completely honest... What was the point? Her magic kept her fairly well defended but she supposed that now was the time to truly put it all to the test. The man would agree to her terms, calling her a slave taker and slowly a brow would quirk in silent question. What exactly did he mean by that? She had three apprentices and two escorts... None she would actually call 'slaves'. But she had no time to truly ponder it. Sonar would slip away, she had other uses for her mouth and slowly his aura would begin to encase him, the vivid colours swirling wildly around the beast as he moved. It wasn't as accurate as her sonar but it allowed her to 'watch' what he was doing. He would bound forward and almost lazily she would rock her weight backwards, ready to meet his assault.

All of a sudden he was sliding, moving to her left and as he attempted to pivot the woman would slam down her front right paw and attempt to slide her hips back behind her so that he chest was facing his rump. The massive man's hips would crash into her chest, knocking the air from her lungs and causing her a moment of pause. Only a moment though, her body catching and absorbing most of the impact as a moderate bruise blossomed across her chest. There was no time to waste, with right paw firmly on the ground left forelimb would snake forward, looking to grasp the man around his mid hind left thigh. Teeth would flash, the tools looking to sneak below his tails and snap at his anus directly with the sole intent of ripping his intestines out. Head would tip to her right as she sought out her prize. Body would lean forward, looking to push weight into his left hip even as her fore limb would attempt to pull his hind leg out from under him.

Antlers would flash, simply catching her hip though they would tear a strip of flesh from her left thigh, a moderate wound that blood would happily begin to trickle from. Slowly it would snake it's way down her thigh before dripping to the ground but there it would stop. It would begin to quiver and shape before coming to levitate in small droplets in the air. She would form the blood into needles with her good manipulation before she would use her telepathy to fling the little needles at his face, looking to blind or at least distract. Ears would remain pinned to her skull, eyes narrowing as lips were pulled back into a savage grin, collecting loose flesh around her own eyes. Neck would arch, chin tipping down to protect her throat, shoulders rolling forward to do the same. Back would arch, stomach tucking to gather her core strength. Paws would splay, cantering her balance with ease even as joints loosened to lower her centre of gravity and distribute her weight amongst the remaining three paws still on the ground. Massive tail would continue to drift behind though now it arched more to the right to keep it out of his grasp. Claws would slowly knead the dirt ready to provide extra traction if needed.

ERZSEBET VS ISRAFEL FOR QUERNUS
ROUND 1 of 3

ooc;; sorry for the crap, had to get it out before i went away Smile
@Israfel
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With the subtle <i>wheeze</i> of breath being knocked from the Devil Woman, was it her own assault had began. With adrenaline rushing through veins and his intent of listening and <i>feeling</i> the very air that moved around him was it her attack was made evident. Her left forelimb snaked about his hind left thigh and fiercely he reacted, shifting his balance by splaying his other three limbs and <i>rocking</i> his hips violently to the right and jerking his left leg up mid way to protect the underbelly while trying to balance himself; muscles bunching and rolling to craft a shield as the skull retracted and slightly turned to the right to tuck down in protection, neck lowering. Her teeth met the back portion of his left thigh, tearing open the flesh and inches from tearing into one of his tails, scarlet stream beginning there upon his flesh as his abdominal and leg muscles clenched and flexed, claws digging into the earth as the right forelimb and right rear limb allowed minor sliding so that he was pushed yet not toppled over. Fierce were the sting of the needles as they slid through the muscular shield on top of the neck, blood beading there. <p>

As he gained his footing the stag pivoted himself around to the right even more, ripping his left hind limb away from the woman so that he stood facing her right shoulder. Swiftly he recounted his defenses in a matter of moments. With skull still tucked and ears still plastered against the head was it the beast lowered his head a bit more even, so that antlers faced outwards as a twisted barrier. Shoulders flexed and rolled as he fixated his position, <i>popping</i> the needles from the rolling muscle in his neck with a <i>searing pain</i>. Twin tails tightened against the underbelly of the beast as knees bent and hackles rose once more, lips still pulled back to protect the tender lip flesh. Yet this time his approach became slightly different; limbs splayed outwards to establish balance as his frame lowered inches from the earth as the abdominal muscles clenched and gathered strength within, claws digging into the earth to gather momentum; felinal in a way. <p>


Once more the stag sprung forth, keeping low to the earth as he went and skull tucked against the throat. He charged her at her right shoulder, antlers facing her. He aimed towards the crevice of where her right shoulder sloped into the underbelly, the opening there….. He snaked upwards slightly then, leaning back on haunches momentarily as he pivoted to the right once more inches from her, making sure to flex his shoulders in protection and cant the skull in the direction of her own jaws, swinging his massive hips to the right, hoping to once more collide with her own dastardly hips. Snout and skull screwed a bit to the left side as jaws sought out the beating resonance of the tender flesh beneath her underarm, antlers directed towards her face. Limbs would splay slightly to gain balance as his large hips would <i>savagely</i> swing to the left and swiftly swing right, towards the woman’s own frame in an attempt to corrupt her balance, or perhaps <i> distract</i>. Once more, jaws would swiftly seek out the elbow joint to <i>snap</i> between teeth…





 
 
 
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Erzsebet had been planning to rule over Quernus with her followers in tact. Though, before they could officially settle down and claim the lands for themselves, it would seem they would be challenged. How exciting! Persephone would tilt her cranium left to right, looking upon her leader to see if she had any sort of face expression to show her frustration. For the first time, the green nymph would not visibly show her amusement in the matter as it could lead to losing there home and well, she didn't really want that to happen. Long limbs would carry her towards the disturbance, not taking long to locate the stranger. He was placid white, with large antlers. He stood tall and mighty while an infuriated Ody would come to greet him. Pers believed this wouldn't end very well. The nymph would remain quiet and lurk on the borders, eagerly awaiting the confrontation. What Persephone found even more interesting was the fact there was yet another blind wolf, oh yes! a battle of the blinds. Pers was on edge, wishing to leap into action, it had been to long. It would be the stranger to strike first upon Erzs and it seemed she was ready. Though she was blind, she had a range of magic to aid her. Pers would watch closely, wide eyed looking to see how had the advantage and the most chance of winning. If Erzs lost, the green dame believed Ody would intervene and make things even messier.

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