Dom Challenges Ikati for Affa 7/5/09

[23:33] Nocra Neuman Stealthfully she crept into camp spotting Ikati blocking her path she halted and looked towards him. He had been absent as of late and her faith in his leadership abilities was beginning to falter. Now that her own mate had gained his status officially as a mamba, she was confident his strength was superior to that of the mamba ruler. Perhaps her view was bias considering she was claimed by him but knew that it was inevitable, eventually they would battle for control. She had witnessed it numerous times before growing up in the concealed tribes of the schendi jungles. "Sawubona Ikati..", she murmured, her tone respectful though doublesided.

[23:36] Domenico Paule glances at Gatsue, the Alfa of his tribe. He had felt in times such as these he would be far more content being the Alfa himself, making decsions which solely affected his people. Walking up to Gatsue, the crimson staining the skin around his mouth while the taste of iron lingered on his tounge. His facial features were hidden in the depths of the shadows, his mouth parted as he said in a confident tone, the beads of sweat slowly gathering up along the hairline on his forehead. "Ikati.. I challenge you for Alfaship." his hands clenched, stepping back a few steps his mind wandered, he didn't know how he would react so he was prepared for whatever was to come, his looked to the left and took a quick glance at his Mate before looking back...

[23:47] Ikati watches the two as they entered the small, secluded place cut out in he mountains. He grinned and beat his chest as they approached, having recently heard of Dom's initiation. "Sanibona." He listened to the challenge and laughed to himself. He thought the honorable approach that was taken, the approach of a tuusie, had been petty and already show his lack of ability. It was not the way of the Mamba. They believed in deception. Waiting until the time was right to strike. When the victim was relaxed and completely off guard. His own leadership had been claimed this way, as was that of the people before him. He looked over Dom's stature, studying him. He would not move for the first strike for that would be foolish. His mind taced through the many possibilities for the direction of the brawl that would inevitably break out from this. His eyes travelled between the two as he wondered how long the plan had been brewing. He looked back to Dom and smirked again, "You bees Tuusie. Tuusie bees nay-ver Mamba."
[23:52] He did not belive in Dom's ability. Not after he had shown that he was not truly a Mamba yet. His stance now moved onto the defensive and his mind took note of the smallest things about Dom's body; his stance, height, build. He was preparing more mentally then physically, planning to outsmart him rather then brute his way through him.

[23:53] Nocra Neuman The instant Dom had uttered the words, she stepped back not wishing to find herself trapped between them. She had witness these battles before between the mamba men...claims upon titles, over land, over each others mates or food...Rarely did they get along for long except when hunting or battling a common enemy. Like beasts, many had mimicked the traditions of displaying dominance over one another to settle disputes. Inching slowly back, she darted towards the nearest hut and climbed up onto the thatched roof to remain out of harms way but also still have a good view of what might occure. She listened to Ikati's taunting words as he attempted to provoke Dom to strike...and she knew it would work. Looking down to Dom she nodded her head in a sign of support waiting for the battle between them to begin.

[23:54] Eden Nexen dragged the bloody mass after her pushing the wines away as she entered, she looked aroud the place as she hasn't been in there yet and nodded at Dom and Nocra then over at the one she hasn't seen before. Bringing the body into the center of the clearing she dropped the blooded rope and wiped her hands on her kilt mumbling something under her breath she turned back to them and said, "Fresh meat, she's still warm.' the frowned at the wave of hostility between the males and quickly made her exit

[0:00] Domenico Paule watched Gatsue, after claiming Nocra as his Mate he had become much more familiar with the way they had uniquely attacked there prey. His disoriented hues studied Gatsue, his poise was far too confident and so was his tone; noting how relaxed his body was he hesitated to attack for a brief second. He allowed his body to become completely relaxed, looking at Nocra, he caught her gaze once more; the confidence quickly being absorbed through his own orbs before looking back to Gatsue and smirking rather maniacally, taking only a few slow, casual steps towards him.. He was of a smaller build and considered himself a bit more agile than the man who had crouched before him, relaxed and he had assumed ready to pounce on him at any given moment. As he looked at Gatsue he said in a low tone.. "Alfaship.. Will soon be mine." With his last words he bolted towards Gatsue, seeing his head tilted at a downwards angle and his body crouched he drove out his knee and attempted to drive it directly into his face.

[0:10] Ikati saw the knee coming before it had been thrown to his face, moving just quick enough to catch it only on his chin, the force still strong enough to drive his body back and stand him up. He was not stunned from it as he would have been if it had landed where Dom had intended. Ikati retaliated as quickly as he was struck, leaping back at him to tackle him to the ground. If successful, he would sink his teeth into any of the flesh he could get into his mouth, aiming the bites towards his shoulders, chest and arms.

[0:14] Nocra Neuman She was not..too..worried, the battle for power was intended to make the other yield whatever was being fought over. Rarely, had she seen it turn deadly. Normally one backed down before it got too far out of control. And while she knew all this, she could not help but gaze wide eyed down from her lofty perch as her breath was held. Finally forced to exhale, her hands gripped the sapplings that held the hut together for support. She wanted to rush upon Ikati herself as anger flooded through her veins like a toxic poison when she watched the alfa attempting to advance on her mate with a counterattack.


[0:19] Domenico Paule felt his knee connect with Ikati's chin, grunting out of frustration as it didn't smash into his nose. As he watched him stand, it was as if he had tackled him right after. Recognizing his intentions at the last second, he felt his body quickly thrown to the ground, he was in a position most feared. Feeling the sharp fangs grip into his chest he growled, the blood slowly trickling down his flesh as he awaited a chunk of flesh to be pulled. He now had his own crafted weapons, tilting his head upwards he attempted to bite in the Alfa's shoulder, simultanously he would interlock his leg with his and roll, now attempting to gain top position, his intentions on driving his fist into the mans nose.

[0:26] Ikati struggled as he began to roll, digging his teeth deeper into the chest and making the wound deeper, finally jerking his head back in a final moment to rip the flesh fromt he rest of his body. If this battle were not to the death, it would be close. Always had the tribes he had been in escalated things as he did. He was desperate to hold onto his leadership at whatever his cost. He was rolled onto his back and quickly jerked his head forward towards Dom, attempting to catch him in the nose and break it before the next move was made.

[0:31] Domenico Paule didn't even scream, the adrenaline quickly ran it's course through his body. Expecting a headbutt, he quickly jerked his head to the side and felt it connect with his cheek. Instantly he attempted to slam his elbow into Gatsue's throat, if he managed he would then visciously attempt to sink his teeth into the inner portion of the mans bicep as if he were thirsty for blood, he was stradelling his body and now he was pinned on his back. He didn't look over at his Mate but she dwelled in his mind, giving him the extra strength he would need to carry on past normal 'tussie' limits.

[0:33] Nocra Neuman She physically had to restrain herself from leaping down and aiding in the attack against Ikati, but she knew her assistance would not be well recieved by Dom despite her intentions to aid him. This was his challenge, his battle and would be his victory. Her entire body was shuddering, it was almost unbearable to witness him being hurt and each blow given from the alfa to her mate could nearlby be felt herself. They fought so soundlessly, neither one willing to show signs of weakness or pain..it was impressive to witness.

[0:39] Ikati took the blow to the throat, but seeing the chance to strike he swung to Dom's face, turning his body with the swing to add power, turn off his back, and avoid the teeth which were lunging towards his bicep. If the punch made connection, Ikati would be half turned already and simply jerk the rest passed Dom's crouch. If it did not make contact, the turning would easily follow through, allowing him to lay on his stomach. He would press his left knee up first in his chest, then, with pressure from his arms, rock his hips back onto his other knee so that he would get a solid four point base which he would use simply to get Dom off of him. This left him completely open to attacks.

[0:47] Domenico Paule felt the blow to the face, seeing as his body was turned he quickly reached behind his back and pulled the loosely sheathed dagger from it's sheath and attempted to repeatedly drived the hilt of the dagger into Ikati's head, knocking him unconcious. It was a swift move if it wasn't countered, most had never noticed the dagger which hung loosely strung from his belt. The wound at his chest began pulsing and the blood began to flow rather than drip down his flesh, the skin would quickly become stained in the glistening crimson. His breathe was rigid and the echoe's of the fire continued to vibrate off the walls, it was the only source of light which aided them during this brutal battle.

[0:52] Ikati lay now, unconciouse from the repeated blows to the back of his skull. His body was limp and he now gave no struggle. The title of Alfa was now his. He had rightfully earned it. Ikati had made his mistake, but he would not rest at this. He would take it back in the future.

[0:55] Nocra Neuman Her nuckles were white and her palms were raw from gripping the poles so harshly. Unable to bear it any longer she lept down from her throne and darted into her hut gathering a few crude healing supplies to prepare to aid as soon as she could. In one hand she held a bone carved needle and thread, in the other a folded leaf containing a dab of healing salve mixed with black pepper to stop the bleeding. As soon as Ikati fell unconcious, she raced to Doms side and busied herself with tending his wounds...proudly attending to her duties as his mate. Satisfied that they would be alright, she found a roll of rep bandage and wrapped them around the sources of the wounds to protect them from the elements while he rested. Finally she licked the blood from her hands and gazed towards him before pressing a kiss upon his lips...her mate...her alfa.