Every moment of this tension, Crepusculum wanted so badly just to rip out her throat and be done with her. She was done with waiting. The multicolored fae flexed her muscles once beneath her pelt, letting them ripple as she got dangerously close to Dakota. "I will never give up!" she snarled in her face, a challenge in the air. It felt as if something important was coming, every moment she stood there. Once she decided to charge, something very interesting would happen. She didn't care; she didn't know. Blindly, she was going into battle, without her insight or training.
Suddenly, she stepped back and made herself determined that she would kill Dakota, and it would be in that very day. "We shall go to Bimbasaar, correct?" she hissed. "Or will you lose in your own lands?" she questioned, understanding that Dakota would lose either way. As soon as the challenge was said in world, Crepusculum felt slightly dizzy as all the memories rushed back to her mind. Every piece of training she had encountered over the years came back to her. A smile of knowing came upon her features. "Iris," she said, remembering the name of her sister, of the power she had bestowed upon her.
A dark laugh echoed from Dakota's mouth as the other female got dangerously close to her face. No fear was in her body. She was trained specifically not to feel fear. Her father's words all rushed back to her in an instant. It did not matter who made the first move; what mattered was the reaction. A smirk settled on to her features. "Why travel?" was all she asked, stepping even closer to the female, challenging her, no, daring her to make the first move. Of course, Dakota knew that Crepusculum would not. She was too stupid of a bitch to make the first move and stand behind her words. Dakota was not the one who had challenged, therefore she had nothing to prove. It was the opposite fae that had everything in the world to prove.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 18, 2010 10:25:27 GMT 8
Crepusculum smirked as looked to Dakota directly. The other would not know what she was doing at first, and maybe she would not find out what she was doing at all. Her muscles would not help her as much as her intellect would in this battle. She felt the energy that her sister had given to her surge through her veins, nearly ready to come from her. It would be strong, for she had given her the power of one thing only - lightning. Summoning it was not easy, and it had been an art that Crepusculum had mastered in her younger years. Iris was a fully elemental, but Crep only had that one thing in her soul, in her power.
It came stronger than ever, like a shock to the world. Using it to hit her opponent would be all too easy, and there would be a chance of avoidance. Instead, it struck a tree behind the fae. It began to fall slowly at first but then quicker and quicker. It was not an attack but a diversion. Not would she dare to use her energy yet, not so early in the fight. Crepusculum dug her claws into the earth once again, snarling at Dakota. She acted as if nothing was happening, trying to make the stupid bitch think the same. She was not rash, and there was not a chance to be in this battle.
Her golden eyes flashed with rage and anger, with hope too. Soon, she would take over and the world would be hers to use as she wished. Gematria and Fell would be allowed in the lands, only if they accepted her superiority and grace. The others, they would leave. That bastard with his queen would never be back anyways, so the only real banishment would be that of Dakota's. Crepusculum let a victorious look already crease her lips.
Her eyes locked on Crepusculum's as the female looked to her. Dakota's gaze did not break or even waver as lightning struck a tree behind her. Not a single muscle flinched. Her stare remained empty and emotionless, her body relaxed. For a second, Dakota wondered if the lightning had come from the other female. It was possible, but there were no grounds to base that on as of yet, especially considering the dark clouds that were forming overhead. The leader snorted, laughing at the foolish female again. Intimidation would get her no where at this point. Dakota was planning on keeping her and her friends' land. And this foolish bitch was not going to do anything about it.
Sighing, Dakota yawned slowly and licked her lips, growing bored with the other female's failure to make a move. She kept her eyes trained on the crazy female and stepped a bit to the left, leaving Crepusculum on her right side, her blind side. Perhaps this opportunity would provoke the female to attack. Dakota had no idea why she had put herself in such a vulnerable position but seemed as though something was urging her to do it, as if it was urging her to lose.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 18, 2010 11:07:08 GMT 8
Crepusculum smirked to herself finally, tired to keeping her blank stare. The tree was lowering itself, and soon, if she did not move, it would crash upon her. The battle would be over even before it had began, and the stupid fae had not even realized it. Maybe she didn't even realize that the first attempt at the ebony fae's death had already been completed. The supposed queen was yawning. It was if she didn't know that her life was in danger as the tree was about to fall upon her small form, crushing her.
Running at another the first time was the most unintelligent thing she could have possibly done. It was time to sit and listen to the earth once more. It was time to listen to her training as an offender from the North. Now that her memory returned, she remembered all the attacks she had led on the south. They had become extinct almost, because of her clan. They would become anxious, eventually and make the first blow. With two experienced fighters...that could be interesting. Brains always won though. Having power helped that along.
For the moment, Crepusculum wasn't going anywhere towards Dakota, for the sake of herself. The tree was going to come down any moment, and she was hoping that the ebony one would be injured by its falling. She chuckled beneath her breath, not making a sound. The lightning was in her summoning still, like her little sister had taught her. Iris was not here to help her now. This battle was her own, for once.
ooc ;; bahahahaha i guess i didn't realize the tree was going to fall on her. let's see if i can fix this...
Dakota's left ear flicked in the direction behind her, hearing the crackling and swirling of leaves as a tree began to fall. She could hear the extremely gradual increase of volume as the tree fell closer and closer. Dakota rolled her eyes and stepped forward lazily. The tree would crash down just behind her, making it seem as if she would be crushed but only the gentle green leaves would tickle her coat. A smirk settled on her features. The tree just happened to fall in her direction, huh? And Crepusculum just happened to move away from her when the tree was struck. It was all just coincidence, of course. Inside, Dakota was laughing, but she did not let on to her new-found knowledge on the exterior.
She stepped closer to Crepusculum and chuckled. "For one who talks a lot about themselves, you sure seem shy to prove yourself," the challenge, the accusation, was clearly in her tone. She stepped closer to the female so that she was merely less than a foot away and sat down, her rump barely touching the ground though she remained perfectly relaxed, her eyes trained on the opposite fae. A little bit of frustration was boiling through her and some anger but she kept it in check, concentrating on her father's words that echoed in her head.
Crepusculum found herself a little distracted for a moment by the tree but soon turned her gaze back to the victim as it creaked a final time. At that time, she saw the ebony one step forward and snarled in anger. If it had only been a few more seconds, just a moment more, she would have been crushed by the falling tree. Games were a trait of yesterday, a day of the past. Her glowering golden eyes shot to the tree leaves as they fell upon her. No injury had she sustained. Not one. "You will die," she said, under her breath, moving only a step closer. The ebony pillars moved gracefully until she was moving at an extended gate toward the fae, her harks perked erectly.
Suddenly, she plowed into full force, ramming herself at Dakota. It would look at first like she was going to knock her off balance, but there was a more deadly approach to her weak looking attack. Sharpened, jagged, ivories were laying under her lips, waiting for the moment to attack. As she was nearly about to ram her gigantic form into her, she swerved her crown to hopefully pierce the fae's jugular. It could be quite close, far off, or not at all. It was a planned attack, not blind, as her warning had been.
Crepusculum bit down sharply as she ran past the former lead, turning on her hind quarters to face her. Panting she was not. The fight had just begun, and there would be nothing but misery to the pathetic loser. The memories of the offensive days were within Crep, wanting to show more than anything. The fight could go on for hours, with someone as dedicated as Dakota. Whether it was a lengthy fight or a short one, the result would remain the same.
Could it be possible that Dakota knew? No words could the multicolored fae utter, for her concentration was impenetrable. Her soul would not be broken, even if defeat did come to her. Self assurance was one of the keys to winning. There was no other way. All the bodily and physical abnormalities helped her along, urged her to win. It was all in the mind-set. Without a victorious thought already planted in the mind of the challenger, nothing could be accomplished but failing. Even in the darkest of days, the one with the most cunning would take victory - they would take it well.
Anticipating attack as the female uttered her threat, Dakota massaged the ground with her claws, getting a feel for the earth that they stood upon. Her empty eyes were now full of life, trained on the larger fae that was readying for her first move. Dakota wanted to laugh but she held it in, waiting to see what the other would do. In attacks like these, where the other was running to knock the other over, size really did matter.
She spotted her opportunity and lowered herself flat to the ground. Crepusculum's legs caught Dakota's side and the ebony female rolled on to her side, exhaling slowly to keep her concentration. She tucked her chin to her chest to protect her throat in an instant as she saw the larger female's motion to bite on to her. A snarl ripped from Dakota's muzzle once Crep was on the ground on the other side of her. Dakota's side was slightly bruised from the impact and it hurt to take deep breaths but she concentrated on her breathing and the other female only.
Once she was standing tall again, her hackles were raised and her eyes were flaming with rage. She leapt forward, covering the distance in the blink of an eye, and it appeared as if she was going to openly leap at Crepusculum's neck, for her mouth was open and her teeth were aimed for the jugular. But, at the very last possible second, Dakota flipped midair on to her back and slid underneath the female, between her front legs, scratching and clawing at the female's underbelly, her teeth flashing in hopes to land a fair bite to the sensitive area of the wolf. Her slide stopped on the back end of Crep and she was on her feet in an instant, turning to face her challenger with a silent snarl settled on her features.
The fae of darkness felt flesh under her claws, the bruising happening almost under her own control instead of the control of the body. Nothing would make her get lost in the adrenaline rush. In enthusiasm, the true kings and queens lost. Crepusculum felt the earth move under her, sensing it's every thought, its every motion. She was engaged, purely active with her mind and heart. Too unfortunate it was, though, that the female tucked her crown to her chest just as she was about to strike the artery. The floppy pelt that was upon Crep's neck was ruffled and spiked on end, almost as it it was the end of all time - the last final battle. There would be more though, in other ways that defeating something as weak as a simple rabbit.
Crepusculum heard her exhale slowly, seeming to regain herself enough to carry on with her fighting, all in vain. The bounding of claws against dirt was heard as the ebony one bounded at her. At first, it looked like Dakota was going for her neck. Nothing would sway her standing position though; she stood like a rock. At the last moment, the true queen was sure that the old one would do something unexpected. It wasn't known what in particular it was, so Crep stayed alert, as always.
Finally, she saw a dip in Dakota's stride as she lowered herself to the dusty earth. Crep snarled, looking at her with her darkened eyes, keeping her in sight. Stinging surrounded her soft furred chest as she looked down to the claws and ivories of the female, scratching her pitifully, hoping to do some small amount of damage. Crepusculum jumped back, twisting her form to slide around behind Dakota. It hurt, just a little to move quickly, but she would not perish, not yet, at least.
Moving as quickly as she could, she charged at the female's back, jumping up to hopefully come on top of her. Crepusculum used her jagged ivories to nip at her throat and neck, hoping to pierce the flesh. Nimbly, she twisted herself again, hoping to snag the previous queen's front pillars with her ebony ones. If Dakota tripped and fell, it would be a potentially fatal move. It would be the winning one. Then, she would take over with the only one she would allow to be her kind. Dakota would leave, although the alternate option for the ebony female would have been more pleasing to the multicolored fae.
Dakota had anticipated Crepusculum coming at her from behind once Dakota had come up from underneath the female. A snarl emitted itself in a deadly tone from her vocals as she felt the female try to pin her to the ground. Dakota rolled quickly, Crepusculum's teeth catching her in the shoulder. Adrenaline pumped strongly through her veins and she did not feel the teeth slice through her skin. It was bleeding a bit, yes, but Dakota paid no mind, concentrating on what her next move should be. Her size was a deciding factor on most of her actions and she had to think for a split second what would do the most damage.
There was little that she could think of, for Crep was indeed stronger than she, as well as large, and for a moment Dakota almost excepted defeat. Her head lowered and her ears drooped and she knew that Crepusculum would perceive this as her giving in. After a moment, a surge of power seemed to coarse through her blood. Her head raised slowly and her eyes slowly faded to black. Her lips curled back in to a silent snarl and she lunged, quicker than the blink of an eye, at the multi-colored challenger. Her teeth aimed for the female's jugular, her claws poised and ready to cling to any feature of the wolf that she could get hold of. If she missed her neck, she would end up on her shoulder. Such rage was surging through her body that the force of her bite would be excruciating, almost to the point of felling the other wolf.
No void was in the true ruler as she fought, but it came back when she ceased. Crimson was the hue of victory, the hue that told her that the battle had been given to her for the winning. There was nothing less than truth in her mind; there was nothing more but lies. They had been each attempting deception of each other. Although the ebony wolf was weak and frail, her mind seemed to be quite determined to win. There was more of a chance of hell freezing over than for Dakota to win this fight. That, was the total truth.
"R-ready to give in," Crepusculum panted, watching the female for all the signs. The fae laughed wildly, keeping her determined eyes on the female. From the earlier confidence of the ebony one, Crep guessed that the fight was not, in fact, over. Instead, this was another ploy to try to get her off guard. That wasn't ever going to happen. Digging her claws in the ground, she let her muscles retract and move with her breathing body. No part of her body that was vulnerable was visible; her tongue was tucked away, and her long pillars stood in front of her dense chest.
Even more, she chuckled as she saw the first drops of crimson raise dust on the ground as they splattered to their final destination. "Did you think you would win?" she murmured, seeing a change in the eyes of the challenged. Standing upright, Crepusculum positioned herself to fight anything that came her way, and it did. Dakota came whirling at her, nearly flinging herself at Crep. It would have normally caught her off guard, but she expected it this time.
Although Crepusculum had moved quickly enough to protect her jugular, the bitch had pierced some skin on her lower neck. Crimson stained the ivory fur on her neck, making her even more angry. Now, her perfectly kept pelt was ruffled, and blood was trickling down her neck. Feeling the heat of the battle, Crep backed up, hoping to hit Dakota with her fast moving massive form. It would hopefully knock her down. After she shoved herself at the ebony one, she would finish her off.
Crep lunged at the inside of Dakota's elbow, aiming for her ribs. They were savory on deer, but maybe, she would find out how delectable wolf meat was. The fae bit at the vulnerable area quite a few times, not knowing what she had bitten, how hard, or anything else. She was aiming blindly to try to puncture something vital for survival. Crepusculum was unfeeling to the blood that ran down her in the single area. Emotion was something that only the weak fell to.
It was like a dance and Dakota felt as if she was watching her from the outside. The taste of blood entered her mouth as she bit down on the part of the female's neck. It was disgusting and she spit it to the ground. Once Crepusculum lunged, Dakota danced her hind end quickly in a circle, keeping just out of reach of the crazed female's snapping jaws. Though fur was pulled and it was mildly uncomfortable, she was able to keep just out of reach.
While Crep was going for her ribs, Dakota saw the opportunity. They were in a parallel position, where Dakota was facing Crep's rear and Crep was facing her's trying to get a bite in. Dakota snaked her neck quickly, her teeth flashing for the back of the larger female's neck. As she moved to grab the neck, Crepusculum's teeth finally made slight contact with her skin. Dakota did not flinch, for it did not hurt, but she did notice it. Soon enough she would be bleeding again but that was not on her mind. Her mind was concentrating on moving quickly while Crep had a hold on her ribs to grab the female's neck.
Crepusculum felt the female under her mouth, as she nipped. Good reflexes she thought, tasting the disgusting taste of saliva mixed with hair. Finally, she hit something tender and could tell it, even though Dakota had nothing to show it. Anyone would want to draw back from the uncomfortable biting sensation. Crep continued her biting but kept a watchful eye on Dakota, in case she tried something interesting. In her own mind, she could feel it coming. It was driving her to craze thinking about it.
Finally, the lunge came. Crepusculum moved a little, but it only aimed the location of the attack lower. At that moment, she lunged up at the female's mouth and soft tissue below her mouth. It was the beginning of her throat, the most vulnerable part of the body. By doing this, her shoulder was struck full force with the ivories, and she saw more blood trickling from her shoulder. The fae acted like nothing happened though, staying calm for a moment before waiting to see how much damage she had caused. It was all blurry for a moment before she sent adrenaline pumping through her veins again.
The fae ran full force, which was very fast, seeing as she had not been damaged too badly yet. Her shoulder ached a little, but she would not let on about it. Crepusculum meant this time to slam Dakota to the ground. Instead of running at her head on, she twisted in the end to try to snag Dakota's back legs with her razor sharp claws. Without legs, how can you possibly win?
Dakota felt her teeth dig in to Crepusculum's shoulder and she almost smirked, though she did not allow her mind to be distracted. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw ivories flashing for her sensitive throat and she immediately tucked her chin, allowing Crep to bite her muzzle. Seeing as there is no muscle on the muzzle, only mostly skin, it was not as painful as she would have expected. Dakota released Crep's shoulder only to watch closely as the female took off at a run at her. The smaller ebony female remained braced for any change in her attacker's attack.
And then it came. Crepusculum twisted at the last moment and reached to swipe her back legs. Dakota nearly yelped in frustration but her quickly hopped over Crepusculum, landing on the other side of the female, panting slightly. She was getting rather warm, though she was not tiring in the least. Adrenaline pumped heavily through her veins. A slow trickle of blood was running down her snout from where Crep had grabbed her muzzle.
While Crepusculum was lowered to the ground, Dakota pounced, her teeth flashing for the fae's vulnerable belly. A vicious snarl was emitted from her as she attacked, and hatred was coursing through her entire body. She would keep her lands. And this female would die before she left.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 31, 2010 23:48:07 GMT 8
Concentration yet increased in the mind of the mighty female. Words nor thoughts could be spoken because of the severity of the fight at hand. The more they would speak, the more would be given away about their next secretive attack. Fragile movements were the most effective, and through the fight, Crepusculum felt herself becoming more nimble than just having to use her enormous size to get what she wanted. To win, traveling with the elements on your side was the only way. Today, power was not lacking, but it was waiting for the exact moment to strike.
Crepusculum smirked with sheer mischief upon her features, enjoying the blood forming a stream down the fur less muzzle of Dakota. As of now, it had to be stinging greatly and causing her a discomfort to breathe. Pressure upon the nasal passage could cause distress to her, and hopefully it was. No one could know for sure though. Crep twisted to face her, the wound upon her shoulder not hurting as badly as it had been. It was still easy to move, and the fight was not going to end with her falling in battle. Their team had advantages. Thinking of the word team for a moment, she wondered when her king would be here to take the land from Dakota.
The multicolored fae raised herself up quickly as Dakota sprinted savagely in an attempt to conquer her underbelly. While the ebony fae was still down under her, Crep brought her back leg up to claw at her face and neck. That was the distraction. After she was clawing at her ferociously, the larger female maneuvered her long neck around to attempt to bite the former queen in the abdomen. If she was successful, blood would be drawn.