SELL YOUR BODY TO THE NIGHT // open, visiting + fight with duchess

Ayy so this is retro to her bloodclan capture & she is currently wrecking havoc in search of Vanitas after he captured and hurt Lessa! However, Duchess engages in fight with her so I'd appreciate it if you didn't post until she did & don't engage in fight with Lit :3 Thank you! DUCHESS  

The little feline was livid. Her friend, the Shaman of Hawkclan, had been captured and hurt by none other then a dog; an Exiler. She felt a bitter hatred for someone she'd barely even met. She'd gotten a glimpse of his ugly mug however when she'd performed the rescue raid and he'd surrendered Lessa. Pathetic. She still wanted to tear him limb from limb even though he'd showed an act of... well, she wasn't about to call it kindness. The three legged tabby wasn't aflame however unlike all the other times she'd visited the Exiles covered head to toe in fire. She was herself but her golden eyes were narrowed and her claws were out and it was pretty obvious the female was looking for a fight, looking for death. She knew Lessa wouldn't like what she was about to do. She might even disown Littlestar if she knew what she had in mind but the way the small and scarred Monarch saw it, it was justice for Lessa. Twisted justice but it meant he might learn his lesson (or the others would. They'd know after this. They'd know not to mess with Hawkclan ever again.) The Hawkclan Monarch snarled, storming up to an Exiler guard who recognized her gruesomely scarred face immediately, perhaps he'd been present during the time she'd taken over the damn Exiles, and she leapt forwards silently. It seemed the loss of back leg had taken a toll on her for she wasn't as smooth as she used to be but the feline held the element of speed and small size with her. She possessed abilities that she'd learnt from Darkknight and the king of hell, of hand to hand combat. So when she moved forwards, it was quick and she choppily skipped to the side and slammed a blade into one side of his throat. The lupine gargled and clawed at the red hole in his throat and his other paw moved to scratch the shit out of Littlestar but she moved back and watched him collapse to the ground, crimson pooling around his writhing head.

The tabby didn't stick around to see if he made it or not. She continued on her descent into the jungle that was the Exiles territory, the place she used to call home, the place she used to sleep in and eat in. Home. Her upper lip twisted and she made for the main camp, ears pinned to the top of her head. She had many disadvantages here; small, disabled and blind with rage. But she also had advantages; small, people would underestimate her immediately and she had a fierce determination to slash the fuck out of whatever stood in her path as proven by the dead wolf someways behind her.

If Littlestar were made of flames right at this moment, it was very likely she would've sent a twin stream of flames towards the doberman who blocked her path and then attempted to set the entire territory ablaze in search of the one that got away but because she was not currently consumed by the flames, her first move was not to be violent but to analyze the bigger canines face and body. "Lost?" The scarred Monarch echoed, blinking at Duchess before snorting and shaking her head slowly. "Nah, man. I'm exactly where I fuckin' wanna be." The girl was much bigger then Littlestar, evidently. She was quite beautiful too, once again a comparison the little leader who was quite possibly one of the most ugliest creatures on planet earth. The scarred tabby also saw that collar, embedded by a strange contrast of roses and spikes. She took it to represent all who the doberman was, standing right before her. A lovely, appealing appearance with a sharp spike underneath and already Littlestar was staring straight at the spike. She knew this was dangerous. Pipsqueak. She stared and then blinked again at the nickname she had been called all her life by someone she considered her father, a parental figure. His affectionate pet name for her had been Pipsqueak. Hell, Littlestars assassin name was exactly that. It used to piss her off when people other then Ichigo called her it. Now it only amused her. Made her think back to all the other times she'd been called it as a friend and as a sister to the Brotherhood.

"Fuck her up, Dede!" Strangely enough, Littlestar was taking time to actually initiate action and even let her gaze wander off to the side where the call had come from. Quite clearly he was a friend of the doberman before her. She was also guessing that Dede was a pet name but decided she'd call the doberman that. Her gaze briefly touched upon her sister, Morbidrealities. Her fur bristled and she narrowed her gaze, old rage stirring. My sister. She had almost forgotten that a relative was still alive. She knew there were still Disharmonies in the Exiles, of course, but Morbid... no, she'd only found out about their relativity during the takeover. She'd been so wrapped up in other things that she'd forgotten about it. But it seemed this.. sister wanted only to watch her die. It made sense. She was in the Exiles and Lit had taken it over, beat up friends and shit. But... had Morbid been there the day Blindfold had beaten her nearly to death? Probably. Her upper lip curled. The Monarch sharply turned back to Duchess and snarled. "Alright, Dede. Let's fuck ya up." And then she finally made a first move by simply walking forwards and attempting to slam her open paw into the canines elongated muzzle. From the starting move, it was pretty clear she wasn't trying yet but she felt the fire burning inside her and knew things were about to get... heated.

Littlestar had no time to react and jerk her paw back as Duchess' jaws clamped around the paw of her right arm. Littlestar cried out with pain as the older girls canines dug into her scarred up wrist and she decided she'd make the best of this quickly as her paw was located inside the soft mouth of the doberman, by attempting to scratch up Duchess's gums and tongue as much as she possibly could. However that time was short for Littlestar was flung to the side. She was let go and hit the ground with a dull thud, grunting. Dust rose up and settled on her long furred pelt. She got up as quickly as humanely possible but her body was aching and the side she'd landed on was now throbbing. She knew there'd likely be a bruise there, somewhere under her fur. And her wrist, it was begging for attention. Droplets of crimson stained the ground but she knew all battles came with injuries and she was lucky she'd come out of that paw grab with only bite marks and a bruise. Even so, the tabby was furious that she hadn't properly hurt the doberman yet. Why? She wanted to see the other bleed. She wanted to make the other black and blue. Littlestar shook out her fur and this time ran forwards in a jagged motion, hoping it might make the other confused as to where she was going to run to, before Littlestar took one leap and crouched downwards, aiming to go underneath the doberman. Whilst she did this, she would lift up her right paw and slash Duchess' belly before she came out the other side, turned around swiftly and attempted to latch onto the bigger canines back. Today, she thought, I'm going to be a leech. A painful leech that won't let go.

And so that was exactly what she planned to do; to remain on the canines back and tear it up all the while. It was possible the Exiler would jump on her back and attempt to smother her under her heavier weight but Littlestar had backup plans if things took that turn.