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All Welcome [M] All Hail The Goddess









Arachne
Female
Rogue
Tiger
© Lizzy
3.50 years
Height: 38''
Posts: 41
AP: 67AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 200

[M] All Hail The Goddess

(This post was last modified: 09-03-2018, 05:12 PM by Arachne. Edited 1 time in total.)
Grey monochromatic fur shifted as she walked towards the temple. It had to be the building that the avatar had been speaking about. It was the only structure that she had seen in these lands. Her sea-form green eyes traced the temples front door and the area surrounding it. She let out a chuff, calling her slaves and Bernadette. She wanted them with her when she made her realm. That way they knew the rules.

As she walked into the large building she looked at the doorways leaving to the rooms but stayed in the main hallway. As she passed the door with a statue of the bear she stopped and walked in. She sat down in front of it. Carefully she wrapped her tail around her body and looked at Cyfton's stone form. "Avatar Cyfton, I have completed the first two tasks you have set upon me. I call you now to explain what my realm will be about." She said looking at the rock.

Of course she wasn't sure if he'd actually come but she hoped so. She needed to make everyone know who she was. Her cougar slave might not like her but he would once he had a home for himself. Not that she cared much for the scared commoner.







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Kace
Male
Rogue
Cougar
© Insignia
2.25 years
Height: 30
Posts: 17
AP: -4AP
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Weight: 120

RE: All Hail The Goddess

[M} Swearing

Kace had been following the tiger everywhere. He absolutely hated it. It brought him back to the old times and it was not a good thought. He wouldn't mind becoming someone's sword, their axe to be used by themselves. To skin people for them and carry out their wishes. A hitman maybe? Just quite possibly he could become something more. Not that he cared for those that he would kill, maybe he would enjoy it and maybe he wouldn't. The young man would just have to wait and see. The bitch called for him and he wanted to snarl. He had to follow her anyways, why call? He approached the temple, paying the building no mind as he followed her scent to her. Lips curling up to speak harsh Latin words at her. "You do not need to call for me. The only thing I can do is follow you. And whatever this realm maybe be about, I highly doubt it will be any good. Surely it will be torn down in a few days of its creation with you as their leader." Then he turned and looked around. What did she say too? Avatar Cyfton? Now what the hell, was she going crazy?







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Bernadette
Female
Rogue
Lion
© Slash-GNR
1.25 years years
Height: 38 in
Posts: 9
AP: 0AP
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Weight: 144 lbs

RE: All Hail The Goddess

(This post was last modified: 08-12-2018, 09:08 PM by Bernadette. Edited 1 time in total.)
Bernadette was very grateful towards the tigress. She had taught her a bit about sparing, and though she lost, it still was an interesting scenario. The lioness' morals insisted that she return good deeds towards those who were kind to her. Therefore, the female was quick to follow the call of Spidrae.

Ears perked as she heard the woman mention Avatar Cyfton. Who? When the young woman arrived she didn't see any other forms except another feline. A gentle smile formed upon her lips as she padded up to the cougar. "Hello," she simply greeted the other cat. Was he Cyfton? It was the only logical choice because when the lioness peered around, no one else was in the area. However, then he began speaking in weird noises.

Bernadette had heard about a realm, but the girl didn't know what that was. "What's he saying, Spidrae?" questioned the young feline as her tail flicked curiously at her heels. Bernadette thought the poor boy was having a stroke.







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Bastille

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RE: All Hail The Goddess


Bastille

I'm not a savior.
I'm an executioner.


Every day, Bastille explored a little further away from the Empire. Heavy paws moved his surprisingly agile frame across the earth, mossy greens glancing around at the trees that surrounded him. Of course, his attention was taken mostly by the large stone building with the gargantuan tree growing out of it. Intrigued, he approached with a raise of his brow before entering the hall. Rounded ears were pricked within well-kept gunmetal grey strands, velveted paws striking the stone with soft thuds that quickly became drowned out by the sound of voices as he neared a doorway. Of course, Bastille had the option of not giving a shit and continuing on or investigating and perhaps gaining something from it.

He chose the latter in this case, rounding the corner and standing in the doorway with an arched brow and otherwise blank expression. As mossy greens took in the sights and his nose the scents, however, his lips were quick to curl into a malevolent smile before wrinkling to bare yellowed teeth in a snarl. The dull hag was here, someone he'd been keeping an eye out for ever since she left their little game behind her. Claws unsheathed, lightly scratching against the cold stone earth as his hackles danced aggressively. Legs would bend in preparation of a jump, tail flicking as his eyes narrowed with a predatory gleam. She would not escape him this time, of that Bastille was certain.

If only because he was done trying shit in someone else's way. Bastille's way was the only way for him to go and so he didn't bother announcing his presence or saying some snarky one liner. He wasn't one for words anyways.

He left his throat alone and left his ears pricked since he trusted his mane more than enough to do the job for him. Jaws would not part just yet, especially when he hadn't even gotten close enough to exact a bite of some sort. Instead, the specimen would waste little time and attempt to move until he was facing the Arachne's right shoulder head-on (so they were forming an L shape with him on the bottom). Muscles would bunch beneath his pelt before he attempted to leap at Arachne's right shoulder with forepaws (complete with unsheathed claws) outstretched. The man attempted to have the center of his chest collide with the center of Arachne's shoulder and, simultaneously, attempted to have his paws wrap around the front and back of her neck (his left paw around the back of her neck and his right paw around the front).

As usual, Bastille didn't bother to worry about the bruising that was certain to come from the collision if they did make contact. Why would he? Bruises were nothing compared to what he intended to do to this woman.

Bastille vs Arachne
For Hostage w/ FB
Move 1/3
3 days
42 in/220 lbs (Bulky; top speed of 50 mph due to Specimen + Agile)
Excellent health
Full dodge unused
6/8 spars won* (link)

Actions. | "Speech." | Thoughts.

Agile ∞ | Durable ∞ | Endurance ∞ | Specimen ∞

OC: One spar is yet TBD. ^^

Translations
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Julien

Lion stock - IanZA.








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Arachne
Female
Rogue
Tiger
© Lizzy
3.50 years
Height: 38''
Posts: 41
AP: 67AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 200

RE: All Hail The Goddess

She listened to the cougar snark at her. And she just rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you prove yourself i will let you have your freedom. However, you keep saying things like that and I will not be pleased. She snarled out in latin. Her gaze went to Bernadette and she gave a small smile. "Nothing dear. He's just being mean." She replied in English. The cold stone beneath her was ignore as she spoke. She could feel power in her grasp and she would have it.

She heard movement in the halls of the temple and her ears pinned to her head. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the lion coming in. Fucker was trying to fight her again? Not when she was so close to getting her prize. "Stand down. I have completed my 2 purposes set my Avatar Cyfton himself. I will become queen and you will not stop me." She snarled out. Quickly she turned herself so she was facing the male head on, her head lowered to protect her throat and her maw parted. Her muzzle was wrinkled as she let out another snarl. As she turned herself in front of him, his paws wrapped around either side of her neck, instead of one behind and one under. She felt the bruising impact in the center of her chest. Her breath rushed out of her lungs but she fought in a breathe. She attempted to bite his nose in the middle, hard. Simultaneously she was attempting to wrap both of her arms with claws unsheathed around either side of his neck. Her back legs were braced against the ground for better traction. Her tail flicked out behind her helping her balance. Her hackles were raised as well.


Arachne vs Bastille
For Hostage
Move 1/3
3 days
38 in/200 lbs
Good
Full dodge unused







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Bastille

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RE: All Hail The Goddess


Bastille

I'm not a savior.
I'm an executioner.


Narrowed eyes nearly rolled in exasperation as she spoke, wrinkled maw almost parting just to let out a bored sigh at her obnoxious drabble. Did she really think that Bastille gave a shit about what she was doing or had done? That he'd listen to her order him to cease his actions like she had some sort of authority over him? She really didn't and Bastille was about to knock some reality into that empty skull of hers. Delusions of grandeur, he decided, plagued her immensely. Perhaps time spent in slavery would do her well and if not then it wasn't his problem. The realm would have to deal with her, not just him.

His attack landed, though she had turned and thus he managed to wrap his forearms around her in a somewhat more awkward position. Bruises dully throbbed upon his durable chest from the impact as they began to form but the pain only encouraged him to continue. Due to the fact that she faced him head-on, the male had leaned his head backwards in order to keep himself from accidentally crashing his head into hers. As pleasing as it might feel, he wasn't really interested in seeing stars today. Thus, her bite landed upon the tip of his nose and was pretty much ignored by the durable man. Of course, it did hurt... just not enough for Bastille to be bothered by it. He let her wrap her arms around his neck and thus in his mane, caring little for whatever "advantage" she thought she could get by mimicking him. When it came down to it, Bastille was certain that he was more than to superior to her. Plus, the knowledge that she was probably mussing up the meticulously groomed strands of his mane absolutely infuriated him.

Unsheathed claws on his hind paws tried to dig themselves in the solid stone floor in an attempt at gaining traction. The man's hind legs were spread and braced for stability, his stance as widened as it could reasonably be while his tail aided his balance. Hackles still danced stiffly, ears remaining pricked due to the fact that his mane existed. For similar reasons, Bastille didn't bother lowering his head to protect his throat. The man's jaws did part, however, though it wasn't for defense. No, Bastille was an offensive man in a variety of different ways. As if to prove such, the specimen would attempt to twist his head sideways to his left and attempt to bite down upon the top of her muzzle with as much strength as he possibly could. Simultaneously, the man would attempt to drag his paws (with unsheathed claws) across the woman's neck towards himself with the hopes of rending her flesh and staining that monochrome pelt crimson with her own blood.

Oh, Bastille would show her the meaning of pain.

Bastille vs Arachne
For Hostage w/ FB
Move 2/3
3 days
42 in/220 lbs (Bulky; top speed of 50 mph due to Specimen + Agile)
Excellent health
Full dodge unused
6/8 spars won* (link)

Actions. | "Speech." | Thoughts.

Agile ∞ | Durable ∞ | Endurance ∞ | Specimen ∞

OC: One spar is yet TBD. ^^

Translations
1 - N/A



Julien

Lion stock - IanZA.








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The Avatars
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All Powerful
Other
© Staff
∞ years
Height: -
Posts: 605
AP: 1,153AP
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Weight: -

RE: All Hail The Goddess


The first mortal had arrived. She felt she had completed the first two tasks, and she'd come to start the third. He could all but feel her eagerness to lead. As she spoke, trying to summon him, he watched as a large lion ambushed her. Cyfton had no stake in this fight and thus felt neutral. An honorable battle, matched in magic and roughly in size. Why should he interfere with that? Should a leader not be able to defend herself and her throne? A test, though one he had not orchestrated.

He appeared ten feet from them in a raging blizzard that flooded the immediate area. Likely the mortals would feel the bite of the bitter, winter winds, a harsh contrast from the summer temperature. Then, the whirlwind slowly died down, revealing him standing tall on his hindlegs amidst a dusting of snow: a golden polar bear with an underbelly the color of ice. Cold eyes surveyed the fight with an unflinching gaze.

He walks. | "He talks."








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Bataar

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RE: All Hail The Goddess


The male had heard the call, but he took his poor time arriving to the scene. When he got there, he heard the question that came from the young lioness' maw. Next came the attack on the tiger that'd taken him captive. A smile found its way on his features and he simply watched as this happened. "Ene ni bar aldakh bolno." The stallion said to the tigress, though he was sure she wouldn't understand. However, he didn't care. She didn't need to know what he said, just that something had left his mouth.

The polar bear arrived, but did nothing to stop the fight, which caused his brow to furrow slightly. 'Well, then. It looks like he's waiting.' They'd see if she was capable of defending her title. The only reason he'd taken her was because he was caught off guard, something he wouldn't allow to happen a second time. "Khurdan, tsag khugatsaagaa büü khayaj, tevcheer aldakh ersdeltei." Bataar was sure the bear had no problem standing by whilst the delay was dealt with. He was hoping she lost so he could turn tail and take his leave. Should she fail, he'd be a free man once more. Hopefully that's how things went.

Translations:
Mongolian
-It looks like you're gonna lose, tiger.
-Hurry up, you don't wanna waste his time and risk him losing patience.


Action | "Speech." | 'Thought.' | Feat








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Arachne
Female
Rogue
Tiger
© Lizzy
3.50 years
Height: 38''
Posts: 41
AP: 67AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 200

RE: All Hail The Goddess

Her eyes narrowed as her paws got purchase in his mane and her bite hit his nose. Pleasure consumed her as she was able to make him hurt. Her ears stayed pinned to her head as her hackles continued to be raised. Her maw was wrinkled at the audacity of this male. She growled as his bite landed on her muzzle and his claws cut into the fur of her neck. She could feel the blood welling up in both places. The pain hurt a shit ton but she tried to ignore it. If she was to win she had to keep her mind in the fight. A cold wind whipped through her fur as a dusting of snow made the ground cold to touch. Her eyes flicked to the white bear avatar as he showed up. Now she was even more determined. She'd make this male pay and she had to win. It wasn't every day she fought another in front of an Avatar.
She heard the unfamiliar language of her slave but ignored the words as she needed to keep her mind on the fight. "Slave, fight him." Words poured from her open maw, her white teeth gleamed in the light. As she turned her eyes back to the male lion. She aimed to keep her paws where they had landed, using it her her advantage.With her unsheathed front paws she attempted to dip her paws deeper into his mane aiming to reach his neck, simultaneously she attempted to bring her hind paws up and off the ground to rake them down the male lion's stomach. (Using her paws on his neck to leverage herself up.) Hoping to cause him pain and make him bleed. Her tail aided in her balance of not having any paws on the ground. In his position she could drop her head lower to protect her throat nor was she able to widen her stance.


Arachne vs Bastille
For Hostage
Move 2/3
3 days
38 in/200 lbs
Good
Full dodge unused







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Amari
Female
Rogue
Hyena
© Kaitlyn
1.75 (5.25) years
Height: 22 in
Posts: 598
AP: 76AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 26.6/28 lb

RE: All Hail The Goddess

With the help of Shift she became a tiny kangaroo. More specifically, a Nabarlek. Being unused to two-legged travel meant she fell over more often than not though. Nonetheless, she eventually arrived at Avatar Temple. A fight seemed to be in progress. She moved to watch the spar with open intrigue, eyeing Cyfton out of her peripheral. Who would win; who would lose?

She supposed such meant less competition for realm land if Arachne fell early on. Along with the free audience of an avatar, Cyfton — maybe even a willing follower. She wondered absentmindedly whether having previously won a spar in the arena counted as she moved to the left of the cougar Arachne spoke to. “Slave?” She spoke with an aghast tone, as if offended by such unjust treatment. ”I’ll fight for your freedom if you join me and mine in Asylum — a gathering place for the lost, forsaken, and mad.” She smiled sweetly, remaining vague on purpose.

Action | "Speech." | Magic
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