SITTING ON THE THRONE — o; return + fight

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    The wild. For such barbaric-brained predators they have been born under a civilized system, robbed of their very nature and stripped from the wild. It is most cruel, Blue has come to learn, for her and her sisters to ever live without knowing the thrill of a hunt. Out there, in the real world, she can chase prey to her heart’s content and feast on scavenged meat without being stopped, without being told what to do. The freedom, the independence, makes her heart thunder with the rumbles of the earth and the beating of worldly wings. Suddenly, breathing feels new. It is no longer just surviving – it is living for an untamed thrill that she never knew she so desired. It is ferocity that breathes along their very nature and a curiosity that acts through an instinctual intent. Another word for it, perhaps, is impulsivity – a wonderful word that so effortlessly defines Blue’s current youth. It is not foreign to any child her age, regardless of whether they are feral of civilised, to be driven away by a sudden desire to a place known only as elsewhere. Of course, elsewhere is not always a physical place. In some cases, it can be a kingdom warped by only those who dare to imagine, and in others like Blue’s case, it is a world which reality touches and tends for like a great twisted Eden. Her only mistake, as she will come to learn, is not having warned her blood pack of her whereabouts or her intentions.


    Blue, uninjured and proud, has tasted the wild for herself. She’s killed prey which have been left helpless and weak, chased rodents which shrill and shriek, stalked predators that are bold and reek. She doesn’t know how unbelievably lucky she has been, happening to find a fault in nature or catch a critter with no means of escape. And yet her brain is on fire, burning with an everlasting pride that she has hunted and killed of her own accord with no awareness whatsoever of the helpless chick that has tumbled out of its nest or the blinded mouse that has lost its footing. She doesn’t know of her dumb luck, allowing her to exist with little skill and not realizing the true extent of a merciless earth. She has convinced herself of her hunting prowess, her godly ability to master the skills of killing. This is not to say, however, that she has learnt nothing during her adventures away. Although she is ignorant, time in the wild has roughened her up just enough that she is almost her own individual, a fearsome beast awaiting her prey. She is stronger now and much cockier than before. It will only take time for her to grow up and become a force to be reckoned with, backed up with the teeth of her terrible pack.


    Her claws scrunch into the dirt in a passive but agitated manner. Nostrils, flaring, huffs whilst the ferocious girl whiffs the air her sisters call home. Despite her long and unannounced disappearance, the beta is both daring and foolish enough to intend to waltz back to her throne. Her claws, sharp, tap along the hardened path, arriving like a queen, her majesty. Of course, within Blue’s temple of mind there is simply no possibility that her sisters could even think of replacing her. She is much to beloved, much too needed to be simply discarded. She has never thought once in her life that she was not important and never even doubted the security of her position as beta. It is an unquestionable matter. Little, however, does she know of the rising aggression that had resulted in her travels. Maybe she should have left a note, an inelegant scratch across stone and expect her lower ranking sisters to understand. Well, it is too late now. She will arrive without a problem, she thinks, bearing the metallic scent of blood upon her feet which scrape harshly along the cemented grounds.


    Blue stops quietly in her position, straightening her regal form as her gaze flickers back and forth in a snake-like manner. In her own naivety, she broadcasts her position through a low and confident call. Her diaphragm ejects the powerful sound, loud and intertwined with the beta’s selfish pride. She expects her sisters to arrive, bow their heads before her and perhaps even babble their concerns and worries about her disappearance. Yes, then Blue can toss her head and chitter her self-importance, letting them awe over her and snark in laced jealousies. Who will be the first to greet her, she wonders: Charlie, Delta….Echo perhaps? Her lips curl in her own inflated glee, impatiently roaring her return once again with her nose facing the sun. Blue, their most beloved sister and beta, has indeed returned.


    [ ooc ] tsk, tsk, tsks at blue who thinks she's a big girl now just bc she ran away into the wild and got lucky finding baby bird nests and already dead animals

    also if anyone is confused (bc idk what you guys know), i'm the new roleplayer for blue. i look forward to roleplaying with you all <33

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    ✦ ✧ ✦— in their world, in their pack, power was everything. power was the indefinite truth. the truth to prove your position. the truth to covene the sisters to battle against opponents. the truth to rend flesh and spread bloodshed. the truth to exert their dominance over others.


    it was what they lived for-- it was what echo lived for. if one could not prove the truth of their strength, what good were they?


    for her sisters, strength was in the pack. strength held them together. kept them bound. there was strength in blood. and that strength would be tested today, the truth of power wielded against blue.


    the world was theirs for the taking. but echo wanted to be the one to conquer it solely.


    to rely on the pack was weakness. to call upon the aid of her sisters was to display that she be weak. to reveal that she could not handle the cruelty of the world on her own. while she could never deviate from her own blood, she'd fight by herself if she'd have to. with tooth and nail and prove that she was the undisputed, lone queen. that was the true path to victory. to greater strength.


    blue was not nearly as beloved as she thought. her position of beta-- was for echo to take. for echo to command. she'd rend that title from blue with her fangs and her blade-like talons. the pack should be following in her superior lead, groveling before her and reinforcing her position as the harbringer of disaster. she'd make the entire world her prey.


    blue would not be greeted with passion or affection. her broadcasting call rang through the air, washing over echo. she had prepared herself for the possibility that echo would return-- braced herself for it, actually. she would face down the beta with a snarl and a wicked glint in her eye.


    each of her sisters, though still young, held fearsome capabilities. each to grow into a lethal being with their maturation. blue was no less capable.


    young and wreathed with a wild, untamed beauty, the feral child steps from the den, sliding from the shadows like a wraith. not nearly as graceful as she could be in her prime, yet dominion shaped her very being; radiated from her, as something primal overtook those deep honeyed irises.


    there was no chirp of welcome. only a cold silence as she stepped forward, and then an icy bark. Something rumbled within her throat, claws flexing into the ground.

    'blue, no longer beta.' she warbled challengingly, her babbles scratchy and edged with rebellion. she ran a coral tongue over her bared, ivory teeth. a usurper. come to steal the crown and toss the queen from her throne. that was hers to take, and her sisters would worship her all the better for it. 'i am. i will be.' and she would fight to prove that.

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    To prove oneself of their worthiness and respect, to be both feared and admired – Blue hadn’t prepared for the possibility of mutiny from her own blood pack. It is sickening but it is real, a physical manifestation of the very thing she couldn’t imagine. A living, walking nightmare. It breathes and Blue feels her joints begin to stiffen, as if the very words were like a toxic gas, forcing her to keep her head under water. Her lungs begin to shake, expanding in a wild distaste. NO. She can feel her system begin to turn like clockwork, slowly reaching and clanking against old metal. She awakens to a feeling of sudden fear, fear of losing her worthiness, her respect. But, as Blue’s mind quickly gets used to it, she understands painfully that it is already lost and will stay lost if she chooses to do nothing. In reply to Echo’s unfriendly welcome, her lip curls to reveal her upper teeth. A displeased growl rumbles from her fiery throat, knife-like claws scratching along the ground in deadly anticipation. Anger, fury, betrayal. It is as if her own rib cage is tightening against her. The dilapidation of her trust, crumbling to ruins. Her throne will turn to rust beneath the likes of Echo and the bonds of the pack will cease to exist.


    The pack was hers, she had rightfully claimed it once and she will rightfully claim it again. Then, caught by the moments, her hind legs launch her barbaric body with a shrilled, ravenous screech. Her voice rings through the air like a hawk as her jaws open wide, ready to fire an attack. Wind rushes past her agile body, her narrow form which slices worldly bounds and allows her to grasp her opportunity to attempt to bite the back of Echo’s neck. Her teeth are longing for blood, the taste that will secure her desire to avenge herself. Adrenaline gushes along her vessels, spreading to the muscles of her catastrophic weapons. At the very same moment of time, brain running at speeds she has never felt before, she tries to use that attempted bite (should it land) to clamp her jaws and allow the rest of her body to jump up and scratch along the sides of Echo to get atop of her aggressive sister, heaving Blue’s own weight with the grasp of her teeth. That way, Blue will be able to force her sister off balance and end the fight quickly, but the beast of a girl is already looking out to fight any countermeasures. She is offering both a power offence and great vulnerability.


    And whilst she fights, her mind is like a network of gutter rats. They rush and scatter, pounding against her head to prove herself. They are like screams, like a demon in disguise. At this point, she is no longer a queen but a judge. She will be the judge of this foul claim and she will land her eager, blood-letting punishment. Echo has insulted her and Blue has been left in an overwhelming rage, disgusted by her initial beliefs and trust. She is important, she is needed, she cannot be replaced. Her tail lashes, her screeches almost resemble a piercing cry. A cry because she refuses to accept that Echo even had the capacity to believe that she was beta. Betrayed: she has been betrayed by her own pack. Where was Charlie to stop her, Delta to say that it was not right? Blue’s pupils shrink, a predatory glint filling her eyes like dripping paint. ‘Well thank you for the kind welcome home, sister’ she hisses within the flurry of the battle, ‘but you’re dreaming.’ Yes, she will awaken Echo from her tyrannical slumber, maybe even leave her a permanent scar.


    The battle for the beta position would've been a terribly long one. One sister may have won the battle, but it would take dozens of little scraps to win the war and even then the highly acclaimed rank would not be safe from challenge. As a creature whose whole social life depended on hierarchy, it was something that Charlie had an innate feeling towards and despite being a little less headstrong than those around her, a wish to not be the bottom of the barrel was still ever prevalent in her mind. Alpha was out of the question, Beta... perhaps too for now, but if an opportunity ever came where those around her were injured, the instincts of an opportunistic predator would rear to the surface and take over. Not physically the strongest, not mentally the most cunning, it was spirit that had to drive her forwards in such a situation and shining like a star would've been easy had it not been for a fateful roar that day. It caused a high-pitched chitter to escape from the raptor, honey coloured eyes shining with sudden intrigue as she bounced around like a puppy. A call she recognised, the call of a leader.


    Abandoning whatever insect she had been chasing across the cruel lands, Charlie lunged forwards, jogging towards where she'd heard the call from with a reasonable speed and a spring in cloddish steps. Perhaps there was some disappointment that the chance to challenge for authority had been lost, perhaps it pained her to see her kingdom tossed back to a former ruler, but the raptor could not be terribly bitter. There would be a time, there would be a place, it was hard to say that right now was either of these gracious things. Letting out a loud babble, letting the other's knowing she was 'coming' in her own special way, the raptor pushed herself through the foliage that blinded her from seeing the beta. Leaves whipped at a grey-green pelt, some harder to move for the growing dinosaur than others and one mossy branch seemed to refuse to budge all together. She leaped onto it, claws sinking into the soft growths before grazing the drier grounds once more as she hopped down from her perch. Eventually there was light at the end of the tunnel - this light came in the form of a blue streaked sibling, confident and vocal.


    But as soon as there came a glimmer, darkness seemed to swallow it up viciously, for she did not stumble upon a scene of nuzzling raptors but instead, ones that were trying their damnedest to sink their claws into one another. Expected? Yes. Wanted? Not exactly. Charlie wanted to fawn over the returning Blue, worm her way into a stronger position through charm, but such plans of sucking up to the boss were ripped away through Echo's challenge. For moments, as if contemplating the situation, Charlie looked like a statue against a bright background, but as soon as that secondary cry came from Blue she became more animated. A hiss came, aimed at neither but instead being a Pavlovian response to all of the aggression seeping out on the fight scene. A massive claw tapped against the ground, but instead of jumping into the fray Charlie began to circle the spar, merely... watching. A top predator knew when to pick its moments and this was not one of them, for with two dominant forces duking it out she looked like nothing more than a hatchling again, way out of it's comfort zone. Perhaps she was, for she had yet to win a battle and today would not be the day to break that losing streak.

    ✦ ✧ ✦— blue's throne, blue's command. she wanted it. she deserved it. she was the heralder of a new rule, and she'd carry this pack on her shoulders alone. she was not about to be denied what was hers to have. alpha like dominance-- the urge to conquer. it was all in her veins, tinted with destruction and alight with lethality.


    she knew that blue would not take the issue of her disloyalty lightly. it was evident in the way how her sister paused, and then seemed to frost over, peeling back her own maw to reveal her sharp jagged teeth. but teeth meant nothing to the likes of echo. did blue think her pathetic display of anger would phase the other? a fire burned within her. no one would be able to stand before her.


    she was expecting the attack-- how could she not? blue's muscles had rippled underneath her scaled pelt, signifying her move, yet they moved like a fish beneath water. quick. too quick for her to move away, the suddenness of unleashed agility astounding. jaws clamped around her throat, so horribly painful and incriminating. a screech that never managed to fully leave her throat whisped past her open teeth as she was dragged into the air. as quickly as the attack had gone, she felt claws raking down her sides, instilling a burning hot fire throughout her. at first, she had thought it was pain from the attack. but from the firing curling throughout her belly, it was rage. it was panic. she could not lose this fight. life had pressed it's lips to her, breathing a newfound sense of liberty and rebellion into her body. her challenge could not be naught. she was meant to rule. she knew it in her very bones. she knew it in her very blood, which boiled with the intensity and the heat of the fight.


    but she was a fast thinker. she could deal with this. a feral lethality had carved it's way into her bubbling honeyed gaze. her reaction was instantaneous, her front limb lashing out to hook into blue's jaw, underneath her chin. with blue biting her neck, her head in such close proximity, it would not be hard for her to execute such an attack. should she succeed in slamming her talons into the soft and vulnerable flesh underneath her sister's chin, she'd aim to jerk blue's head up and away, effectively losing her sister's damning grip around her neck. the head was the center of gravity. if she could manipulate the position of blue's cranium in such a way, unbalancing her sister would be child's play.


    simultaneously, her own leg lashes out, sickle claw poised to hook into blue's ankle and violently rip her feet from underneath her with the intention of sending the other crashing to her side. if all was successful, she'd aim to rise as blue fell, effectively switching their position in the battle for dominance.


    her optics, tumultuous seas of raging fire, narrowed with mischievous glee. 'think again,' came her breathy hiss, foot raised in a defying, insulting gesture with the intention of slamming down onto blue's exposed neck.

    [ ooc ] look at that my muse lose one paragraph every post lmao


    She has never known the struggles of having to climb a ladder. A metaphorical ladder: to stay away from a rotting pile of defeat after defeat, the smell of old dreams and determinations crushed by an opposition who was superior in every way. Blue has never known defeat, defeat at the brimming claws of her sisters. She has always appeared victorious, head raised and howling her success to the world like as if the ears of the earth were open just to hear her. The sky will open, sing praises, lower the crown that is rightfully hers. She will win and emerge their unquestionable queen. Those were the thoughts that were flying through her brain and empowering the muscles in her powerful weapons. She is certain of it. She was the beta of the pack for a reason. It was because she was born into it. From the moment she hatched, tore out of her hard shell like a senseless beast, the world blessed her to be their queen. Echo was not right to even consider for a moment that the position of beta belonged to anyone but Blue. Echo would never be fit to lead. By simply challenging Blue for her position was causing a rupture in the natural state of the universe, an overwhelmingly ugly disgrace. As far as the velociraptor is aware, her sister’s taste of her throne has blinded her of rationalities and Blue – being the kind and generous queen she was – will give her a permanent, physical reminder to awaken Echo from her delusional torment.


    Although she was waiting for her sister’s counterattack, her nostrils flare the moment her jaw and Echo’s reaction makes contact. A break to the skin. She lifts her head instinctively and gravity takes charge, drops of scarlet splattering atop cold cement. Blue, however, doesn’t stop to let the pain settle and catch her in its cruel web. Before her brain can even process the wound, her eyes have already understood Echo’s next plan. She sees the leg coming towards her but instead of dodging or choosing to defend, she boldly thrashes towards her sharp claw, twisting her body to the side so that Echo’s claw slices along her flank whilst Blue, putting trust in her brute strength, can proceed to use her shoulder along with the momentum of her speedy body to push her sister violently to the ground. She may not be as tactical or cunning as Echo is in battle, still being so young and full of pride to even consider the art of strategy, but Blue is gifted with her strength. She has yet to know how unbelievably lucky her raw talent is and just how fatal her trust in unmastered skill can become. Should Blue’s attack cause Echo to land with no problems, Blue will quickly place her foot against the base of Echo’s throat, her curled claw resembling the actions that a raptor will take for the final blow. By then she would have been long looking down on her sister, eyes cold and even going beyond to the point so to treat Echo like prey by using this dirty action against her. It is their killing shot, the very thing that has been programmed within their DNA – a messy way to destroy. 'Submit.'