Iridescent Lagoon Stars Kissing Goodbye

The reaction of the smaller female was one that Spectre had expected, but at least it ensured that her eyes were on her, and not the two fighting wolves on the side. She remained silent, keeping her assertive posture towards the other, letting the low growl trickle from her throat, her ice blue orbs narrowed in ire towards the other. At least they were giving the others a chance to settle their differences without interruption, though Spectre had no intentions of allowing the onyx bitch to slay the mate she had only recently taken. Silence ruled in the recess of her mind as the pale female focused her attention both on Party, and on the two dark pelted fighters at her side. Another joined then, an ebony male that smelled strongly of the same pack that the smaller female did. She did not need his words of 'pack mate' to tell her that they were of the same mold, though Spectre resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the pair.

She remained standing, despite the sudden addition to the gathering, keeping her stance aggressive, now switching her gaze between Hotei and Party, the fur along her spine at attention despite the change of odds against her. Not that she had not expected to be outnumbered anyway. His shouts and heckling towards the female had her actively rolling her eyes and wondering how old the creature was. He seemed enough of an adult, but he acted very much like a pup. Her disgust towards him grew, but so did what she felt towards the female he encouraged. Alpha, was she? She wondered if the other was the leader of the pack that Shade and Roselia had left, and if he had found truth to Roselia being dead by the others paws. She really did not know.. but what she did know was that it was now three to two,.. Three to one if Shade took enough damages to fall.

Judging by the smell, and sights she could see by simply glancing to the side, Spectre worried that the male would be the first to fall. Both were wounded, but how seriously remained to be seen, as they were both moving and writhing far too much to truly gain an accurate count of battle wounds. So long as neither of the two she saw standing there were to intervene, she would not move.. Unless it was to defend the life of her mate and partner of Pitch Pine.

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Shade felt his enemies teeth sink into by his neck, he help back a yelp and he noticed some howling from the crowd for Elettra to 'beat the shit out of him.' He hissed, biting down on her thigh and gripping down tight. A small snort before doing so. He found that he just couldn't let Elettra win and he figured at least with his current shape, he wouldn't be able to go straight back to the pack right away, he'd had to get his injuries matched up, the vision in his left eye started to blur. Shit, shit, shit. His thoughts were the least of his worries. She used her weight to slam him into the water, he kept the important stuff above water, but just barely.

He let out a small hiss, narrowing his eyes further. "Where.Is.She?" He managed to say at a voice so low only Elettra could hear him. Anger pulsing through his fur. He kicked his legs at her, since she had him held in the water, he aimed to knock at her stomach to get him out of his... situation. He wouldn't give up and that was a lesson she had to learn fast. Win or lose, it was going to tell who it was who was going to respect who. If he won, maybe Elettra would leave him alone, even when in the same area, and if she won, he would show her the same respect.... in time at least. He had to be calm, but he wasn't.

no new roll just yet, as she has not made a 'new' attack, but is holding onto her grip she successfully gained last round. since he is 'kicking at her' as his attack, i ignored his attack to her thigh, as that would technically be too attacks in one turn. also, she has a hold of his neck so, getting to her thigh would be impossible. i hope that makes sense/okay with you/staff. beautiful new images of shade, btw!

He strikes her once more, this time with his limbs as he thrashes within the shallows of the water she he successfully knocked him into. One kick manages to hit her, striking hard into her left forelimb. Had her left shoulder not been injured, she would have kept lifted. However, the kick and injury to her left shoulder causing her muscles to quiver and her upper body falls with him from the utter force and pressure she used in her attack to get him to the ground. Her jaws remain locked into the side of his neck where she had successfully held him, making sure to use her upper half that was leaning down into him in order to keep him in place (basically like a dog's 'play stance' but she has his neck in her mouth and more over him). Other then holding her grip on him she had obtained, the woman does not seek out to do further damage now that he was pinned.
His words are like daggers, a hiss parted from his jaws as he struggles to keep his muzzle from slipping under the water. Whispered words leave the woman in question and her slitted gaze furthers, her ears perking however in a wonder. "Who?" The single word in muffled through the fur, skin and flesh she held in her jaws, her mouth pooling with ready. His stench sickens her now, her breath hot on his throat.

injuries to attend; deep punctures in her front left shoulder blade, claw slashes which have torn the skin on her left side, bruise on left forelimb

[Thanks Vami :) Ver is amazing with scars!!! And sorry, I hadn't thought about it being a second attack at first :3 That makes complete sense, but I will has Shade attack again. I'm purely interested as this is anyone's game!!!!!!]

The pressure on his neck, he could feel, was great and he needed to get relief from it soon. He whispered the name of his former mate, his eyes having pure range in them as he said three simple words. "Gabrielle Rosealia Slayer." He stated it so again, only Elettra could hear him. And he worked his neck slightly to his right and bit down hard on the bottom area of her leg. He had an ideal in mind, to get her to let go of his throat. They were both getting weaker, he could tell, and it seemed like they could both win, but only time would tell for sure. His tail lashing from side to side underneath him. He would win, he had to, he was convinced and determined. He hoped to almost shock her {though he highly doubted it} so he could get another attack in and maybe even end this fight.

He was no Matador but he had beaten wolves in fights before, his history could prove it. The thing that concerned him was if he took Elettra out, would her two little accomplices, or just packmates, or whatever, attack him? He had once demand if he won this fight. He would demand that she leave him alone and that she never attempt to harm him or his family again. He found that his family consisted of all in his pack, everyone. From Anastasia to even Beezlebub. That reminded him that he needed to talk to Anastasia and Spectre about him. Anastasia had accepted him, and he always trusted Ana's opinion, but Spectre felt as if.... as if he shouldn't be there. Whatever the scenario, he would deal with it and Beezlebub would stay where he was. There was no reason for Shade to see him as a threat other than Spectre's ill wishes again the man.

An unbelievable rage echoes through Elettra's jaws as a growl takes hold, rumbling in her throat and along the mass of Shade she held tightly within her jaws. He was questioning what she had done to Rose, where was the woman and in this, thought that she was responsible for what was obvious to the woman now - she was missing. Elettra had not seen the woman since she had been her Huntress. Since she had decided to roam away with her newly appointed Leader, abandoning the pack without word to run across the lands in order to be together like some Romeo and Juliet bullshit. His judgement of her, his ill thoughts that she was some scum of the earth when he was the betrayer had her vibrating with adrenaline in her agitation. It served him right that he had lost his mate, had been abandoned and betrayed in the same manner by someone which he had loved and trusted. Karma was a bitch. Not answering, she simply retaliates, her jaws shaking violently, back and forth and not stopping, eager to rip his neckline into shreds and drown him as she had initially planned.

injuries to attend; deep punctures in her front left shoulder blade, claw slashes which have torn the skin on her left side, bruised, swollen & bitten left forelimb

Shade hissed as she shook his neck, her anger directed straightly at him, he put all his force into one powerful kick on her soft and decently exposed belly. Her anger made it obvious to him, Elettra didn't do it, Rosealia had ran away. He closed his eyes, focusing and trying to defend himself in the best possible way against her violent shaking. His thoughts focused on what he had now. He had his family to think about, primarily about Karpos, Adsila and Spectre, his eyes flashed open once more. "Bitch, I don't die that easy." He hissed in anger, he had taken worse as a kid, nearly death as a pup before his excellent mother {excellent in the healing arts} healed him back to help. He kept the important stuff above water, as usual.

It had all started when he mistakenly traveled in the wrong direction to visit Narime, passing her pack by some odd miles. Shade's mind was blank, only faces appeared. Karpos and Adsila to remind him why he left, Spectre to remind him what he was fighting for and lastly Elettra's and Rose's to remind him of anger and how he usually dealt with it, a fight. All he could hope was that Elettra was to let go of his neck, and that her next attack missed just like her first attack had. Then he could attack and finish her off.

Her thrashing remained as she held quick to the side of his neck, her upper body still lowered in the shallow waters as she had fallen half down from his former kick. All her weight pressed into Shade, pushed from her very jaws which burrowed deep within the flesh at the side of his neck. His words were dually noted. After all, though bleeding down his face (with possible loss of vision) and her tearing into his neck, pushing all this time with her weight simply to sink him into the water from his already laying position, it was a wonder how he kept himself a float. A fucking miracle, if nothing else.
Alas, one more swift kick from her opponent sent water and limb flying, both sinking into her underside to leave quite a sore spot straight to the gut. In her position, realization came to her injuries as weariness took hold, tiredness. Her left front leg was perfectly useless to her for the time being, both to the punctures in her shoulder and bites and bruises to the lower forelimb to leave her quite swollen and pained. Hunting would be out of the picture. Traveling less likely so until she was able to walk upon it. She did not favor having a limp for weeks, but it seemed much time with herbal remedy was ahead of her. But what of Shade? A fair about of blood loss from his facial wounds and severe damage to the side of his neck would keep his limbs working, though clearly with much needed time for rest and healing whilst even turning his head for quite some time would prove hindering. She would make sure he would not return home soon, if not easily. She would make him loose as much as he had made her loss.
Having previously thrashed into the side of the male's neck madly, Elettra's final attempt at this fight is to fore go the side of his neck completely. She is finished with him and his ability to keep afloat and hopes that with releasing his neck, she would free the open wounds for the blood to pour out into the waters of the Lagoon with nothing to hold it back. Before she allows him even a second's time to try and lift himself up from the ground, Elettra Archer strikes again, this time for his very muzzle. Her jaws grab for his snout, crushing down on them with full intent to hinder his precious face for life. With her grab, she slams the full force of her weight into the water, once more with an attempt to drown him, as well to crack the side of his head into the Lagoon's mucky watered flooring. Though in grabbing his muzzle and smashing his head into the Lagoon's bottom might hinder his brain, the Willow Ridge Matriarch still had every intention to teach the man to never cross her or her pack again. Once her attack had finished and was made clear, she takes a few stumbling steps back towards the bank side. A deep heaving in her breath...."Now who's the bitch?"

injuries to attend; deep punctures in her front left shoulder blade, claw slashes which have torn the skin on her left side, bruised, swollen & bitten left forelimb, sore stomach

(This post was last modified: Aug 13, 2013, 06:55 AM by Elettra.)

She let go of him, his neck at least, and he knew he was in for trouble. He attempted to start lifting himself up, to fight once more, but alas, she went forward, grabbing his muzzle and slamming his head into the shallow part of the lagoon near where he laid. Humiliation, but it wouldn't stop him. She had once this fight, and he was in no doubt need of healing, but she had not won the war that she had started with his first attack. With what little energy he had left, when Elettra backed off, Shade knew what he had to yell. "SPECTRE RUN." He stated it just in case she decided to go after her since she was of the same pack, same smell and everything.

His head flopped down, his nose and muzzle barely out of the water, he was unconscious and he wasn't going anywhere without help anytime soon. He had failed, in his mind, to prove some greater strength that he knew in his heart that he had never had. The whole thought of not running when Elettra had missed the first time he was regretting. He had started to regret it when Elettra grabbed his neck, everything had been decent for him until she had done that specific move. The blood from his neck wound was slowly turning the water around him red. The day that the lagoon ran red. It was the day the lagoon ran red with blood. He wondered... would he survive this one?

Shade exit due to unconsciousness-

He told her to run, and that was the last thing the pale female intended to do. Spectre growled, breaking away from the face-off with the two wolves and wading into the water. She ignored Elettra, focusing on Shade, and the blood that he was literally leaving everywhere. Powerful jaws clamped down on a part of his nape that didn't have blood oozing out of it, her legs and shoulders tightening as Spectre attempted to drag her mate from the water, and rather precarious position to dry land where she immediately moved to stand over him, ears pinned against her skull. The female did not know what the other three wolves would do, but she intended very much so to remain where she was until they left. Though if he died, she had no idea what she would do. She was no healer.

Fur stood up along her spine, remaining as careful as she could to keep an eye on all three wolves, though she did have half a mind to take a shot at the dark pelted female who very well may have signed Shade's death warrant. Spectre held her position, however, over Shades prone form, listening to the sound of his breathing to reassure hersef that he had not yet passed. Hell, she had no idea what to do now that she had him out of the water. She wanted nothing more than to check on him, but she did not want to leave him vulnerable to attack. Slowly, the Pitch Pine Alpha stepped backwards, lowering her head and gently rubbing her muzzle against Shade's hide, inspecting his wounds, but also trying to pay attention to where the other three wolves were. She did however have her lips pulled back in a silent warning to stay away. And partly out of anger for the males actions. Should have ust stopped when he had the chance.. Idiot. He was going to get a tongue lashing from her when she was sure he would survive. "If you die on me, I will drag you back and kill you myself."

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Sorry for skipping, but I have been waiting a while for at least /someone/ to post so I could post this...

Shade's last bellowing words before he fell limp with fainting caused a deep short from Elettra. She staggers out from the shallows fully, finding herself limping on three limbs towards the direction of her brethren. Silvery grey eyes turned, still in slits, as they focused on the other white woman, watching her struggle along as she pulled Shade out from the wading shallows of the Lagoon and onto the bank. "Leave her." Her demand is quick and sharp. If Spectre had no intention of attacking them, then she had no intention of attacking in turn. Apparently in Shade's absence from her pack, he had forgotten what it meant to have honor and dignity. "My business is with Slayer, not the lot of fools he convinced to follow him." She made sure to allow the girl to hear that no harm would be done as long as she stayed back and kept her pretty little mouth shut. Whether she believed Elettra or not, mattered not to the woman who as lawful in nature, had every intention to keep her word should she not give her any reason worth fighting for.
Shade was pathetic in his arrogance to think that Elettra was spending day in and day out about revenge. Shade was not important. Shade was not worthy of her time and worry. Elettra Archer had plenty on her mind then to spend it fussing over a pair of betrayers she felt was less worthy then the dirt under her nails. "Find something to do with that trash and ...Get." She spats into Spectre's direction as though she were a stray on her front porch. "I've no interest in the presence of those who align themselves with this betrayer and his little slut he ran off with." Unfortunately for Spectre, though one of the best known healers in the Lore was in hearing range, this particular wolf had been the exact one to do the damage in the first place. Feeling her body trembling and a sway to a sudden blurriness of vision from her lack of blood loss, Elettra finds herself leaning quick into Kasai. Her greying muzzle juts further down the lagoon's bank. She would not make it home herself without rest and at least coating her still bleeding wounds with mud first.

And I guess from here it would be a fade with Elettra, who will move off in order to tend to her wounds, lest something is said/someone stops her.

(This post was last modified: Aug 16, 2013, 05:01 AM by Elettra.)