The untested were the first to charge. Their hatred for the other side is cold and bitter. Officers watched as their troops by the hundreds rushed forward Their spears and swords shone in the gloom, so deadly was the wrath of the hate upon them that it blinded them. As soon as the host of their enemies, and allies was dense in the valley fighting, and dying by the hundreds, they sent again a shower of arrows, and each flickered as it fled as if with stinging fire it was consumed. The sky was dark as Thousands upon thousands of arrows, stones, and spears began their climb, and finally their descent, a thousand of their spear women leapt down and charged. She watched from her position high on one of the spurs of the Mountain. Below her a volley of arrows was released, the great enchanted longbows singing in their sweet, and deadly tune, she turned slightly as there came a great cry from below her , and her fresh wave of troops charged against the tidal waves of the whores. The light from the sun had been dimmed. The High, & Dark Elf General gazed out over the valley with keen eyes, watching the valiant, and eager charge of her warriors opposing tides of womanhood, steel, and hate smashed into each other with such force, and fervor it had the officers, archers, slingers, spear throwers, and mages of both sides speechless. The General stood on the top of one of the spurs of the valley. Some of her captains were clustered around her, relaying orders. Her sword swung idly in her hand the amassing of the warring, and dying troops below. Rather like the scurrying of ants, she thought absentmindedly.
"This is not a skirmish in the forest!" Some of her Officers spoke up against the vast portion of their vanguard charging ahead recklessly, "This is war, and they broke formation to sate their bloodlust!" The General leant forwards, unconsciously urging on her warriors as they charged, before sighing with some kind of relief as the enemy ranks waver underneath their bright spears, and swords. For countless minutes she watched the raging battle in the valley below, hoping desperately for a quick end to the conflict, but while she agreed with her officers that the survivors if any would be severely punished, their mages were preparing a massive spell to attack.
A scream drew her attention to the rear of their forces.
The foul Whores had climbed the rocks above them and were now dropping down onto the elves like fucking spiders, their swords gleaming harshly against the their own pristine steel. High Elves, and Dark Elves alike were fighting, and dying by the scores with that in mind The General glanced quickly at her officers, who nodded, before they both drew their swords and joined the fray. They fought on for what seemed like an age. No matter how many bitches they cut down, still more appeared, shrieking with delight as their own troops fell to their blades. She pressed forwards, her sword whirling in his hands as she fought to hold their ground against the enemy tidal wave. A huge crash filtered in past her concentration, making her whip her head around in search for the noise. She watched out of the corner of his eye as the entire mountain side crashed down from above swallowing high elves, and dark elves alike in a landslide. Horror watched over the fighting, and dying women as they attempted to escape, but it was to late the valley was completely consumed in dirt, stone, rubble, and trees, the reserve force having defeated the surprise attack had paid dearly reducing their once vast, and mighty strength, the mages it seemed having collapsed many dying as the enemy mages had exploited their weakness weaving curses into them killing some instantly, others slowly.
Despite the landslide the survivors the few that maybe quickly emerged, and continued to battle tirelessly against the horde of enemy cxnts, even now as they hacked, slashed, stabbed, pummeled, strangled, clawed, bit, and smashed, There were too many. Amongst the blood-stained rocks fair, and dark Elven women strewn the battle field looking up with horror, lifelessly, and anguish as they passed their blades slick with their victims, and killers alike, more, and more mingled with the fallen bodies of the warring survivors, their light now extinct lay still among the corpses of their enemy. The remaining officers gaze swept over the battlefield. The sun was now sinking in the sky as she wearily picked her way through the corpses of the fallen side by side, atop one another, plastered against boulders, trunks, and skewered by arrows, and spears alike.
Alpha Bitches have no equal. In battle, Alpha Bitches feed upon screams of pain, the screeches of agony, the wails of the wounded, the shrieks of the maimed. With the rightful, and true blood of the goddess coursing through their veins, Alpha Bitches roll, backflip and pirouette out of harm's way, stabbing through visors and neck-joints, slicing open a throat here and piercing a heart there.
The nightly battles between the High/ Dark Elves draw baying hordes of eager scavengers to every battlefield, and woodland being contested. The 2 warring sides of hate, and jealous fueled women wield a variety of weapons every intent made to maim, filet, torture, and kill their rivals by the cruelest means, and weapons they possess, all High, & Dark Elves are skilled fighters who can kill a foe many times their size, weight, and strength with the smallest of blades. The Warring elf factions use a variety of enchantments, spells, potions, and drugs, galvanizing them to ever-greater heights of dexterity, speed, agility, strength, and savagery upon the battlefield. But their is one elite group that the queens, and the goddess herself had blessed, and trained For the Dark Elf Cordelia's, & for the High Elf Bellona's are swift and athletic female warriors who specialize in deadly hand-to-hand fighting. They wear helmets bearing the visage of their rivals for the Cordelia's they are a pale white armor, and for the Bellona's they are a pitch black armor.
These warrior-women are fearsome melee combat specialists who draw their skills, bloodlust, and hate from intense training, and honing, What the high, and dark elves lack in brute, physical strength they make up for with their uncanny and inhuman precision and efficiency.
Fast and athletic, the Aspect emphasizes swiftness of foot and the importance of mobility in hand-to-hand combat when training their Warriors. Their Armour is enchanted to not only to aide their stamina, strength, and agility, but grant the warriors the means to camouflage, and remain beyond the reach of a mage's probe, the best among them were selected to assassinate enemy officers, and superiors. These women are the best, the superior breed of their species honed from birth to kill, and succeed where others failed.
Raids had become a frequent occurrence between the 2 bloodied, and bitter kingdoms.
The Raiders were placed on display having been skinned alive, their tits cut, and stuffed into their gaping horror stricken mouths, their cxnt had split open all the way to their belly's, and ears had been taken as a trophy. The Raiders from both sides gave just as good pillaging, plundering, and burning the border towns, and farms with a fury, arrows flew day, and night as High, & Dark elves hunted one another with glee. The Cordelia's, & Bellona's however struck stronger targets leaving strongholds, and key ports tipping into their hands, a fact that was paid in blood. No Dark, or High Elf would willingly allow their homes to be taken without taking their share of meat, as such the death toll was high for both victors, and vanquished alike. The scream startled her awake, as she snatched her dirk more screaming escalated. There were other sounds of crashing of furniture, followed by a yelp of pain. The clanging of metal, steel upon steel. And above it all, she could hear the mad laughter of a an Alpha Bitch vanquishing her newfound rival.
It was chaos. Flames from the fire had spilled over into the main courtyard and were greedily consuming now it was beginning to crawl up the walls. Smoke was billowing up and quickly filling the castle. She had to crouch to see without burning her eyes. She could see Dark, & Fair Skinned beautiful women furiously hacking and slashing at each other. The intensity of the flames urging the fighting women to clash more viciously, She could hear groans of pain and the whimpering of a dying woman both High, & Dark Elves. She had drawn her dirk and held a crude cooking knife which she used with lethal effect. Cutting down 3 of the enemy high elves before she was locked in combat with another Elf that had moments ago slain her 3rd dark elf. Both of their blades were smeared in blood. She was faster then she expected and was desperately trying to cut out her rivals arms and throat. The Bitch was stronger then she expected and she blocked or parry her rivals advances.
As smoke, and fire consumed their surrounding for both young women nothing mattered but to see her rival perish by her hand, and by her blade. She slashes, stabs, cuts, and swings striking several hits across her rivals bouncing left tit, her right forearm, her left side, and right thigh, but pays for the blows herself. The High, & Dark Elf are locked up having dropped one of their knives they wrestled for control of her rivals pressed face to face tit to tit, the 2 elves struggled dark, and fair smeared in sweat, coated in blood, and powered by hate vying for dominance against her rival. She bites her rivals ear her muffled scream accompanied by the soul wracking shriek as they rip off her ear, and part of her scalp in the process, she looks her rival in the eye as she plunges her dirk into the cxnts flesh twisting, jabbing, and stabbing the cxnt reveling in her horror, and fear she shudders in arousal as the bitch crumbles, the 2 women falling side by side to be consumed by the flames having stabbed each other over a hundred times before succumbing to their wounds.
Across the courtyard, and ramparts the High, & Dark Elves could see several bodies from both sides laying in pools of blood amongst roaring, and raging flames. She was avoiding the blows of a wounded dark elf but was still bravely attempting to put up a fight against her. She was nimble enough to avoid the swings, and used the opening to stab at the harlots unprotected waist. She landed three mortal thrusts into the whores midsection. The female staggered backward and collapsed into the raging bonfire behind her. She shrieked to be heard over the sounds of dying beasts and a fire that had increased into a roar. "Focus your efforts to the main hall you dumb cxnts!" Before the High Elf could say more, the sister of the dead dark elf rose up and landed a blow to the side of the her head with a resounding crack. She crumpled to the unmoving.
The Cordelia, & Bellona Warriors were laughing manically. Silhouetted against the glow of the fire Their eyes were pridefully yearning for recognition amongst their peers, and rivals alike as they dueled. As the flames continued to grow more rampant the women still hear fighting above the roar of the fire. The 2 Surviving officers of the Cordelia, & Bellona warriors rushed toward the other and nimbly darted away from the burning rooftop, avoiding the downward strike. She quickly jabbed her Falchion at her rivals ribcage, almost landing a blow before being parried away. They continued slashing and thrusting at the other with her Falchion searching for an opening in her rivals footwork, and guard, but the bitch was fast as well. Every attack from the other was met with a sharp twang of metal or a rush of air after being parried away by the other woman. The two were desperately hacking at each other. After a flurry of blows, They both had landed strikes upon each other but nothing devastating. They wanted to keep the others back to the fire to try and force her into it. But both women were wise enough to avoid such a grisly gate they gained ground and confidence in equal strides. She noticed that the cxnt was doing so laboriously. Every movement was fast but strangely off,. Although the 2 women struggled to land a blow on the other,
She drove forward bringing her Falchion down in rapid succession. Dodging the attack, She quickly shot to the cxnts side, and she slashed at her left leg eliciting a cry of pain. She had landed deep, and crippling blow. She danced backward well out of the range of her rivals blade. She staggered awkwardly struggling to keep her balance. Incensed, and bloodied the 2 women were charging at the other, slashing furiously, driving each other back. Their blows became fiercer as her parries became weaker and slower. Knowing that she had the upper hand she furiously thrust forward driving for the cxnts heart. She felt only air as she had desperately jumped aside at the last moment, regaining her wits she turned watching as the whore with her falchion raised, shouting at the top of his lungs, the fire illuminating the figure of a terrible alpha bitch.
She desperately managed to land a blow on her leg.
Blood splattered across the ramparts illuminated by the burning stronghold as the 2 officers having sunk her falchion to the hilt into her rivals left tit, and out her back fall together into the burning courtyard below.
The Bellona, & Cordelia's continued their raids urging on hundreds of young, and untested women to raid, and pillage the other side blood flowed in great quantity's, and entire swathes of the woodlands were burned to the ground causing even more damage then they had planned, or predicted, but it mattered little. As the survivors tended to their wounds, cleaned their armor, and blades preparing for another raid, smiles crossing their beautiful blood, and sweat stained faces remembering the whores who screamed, the harlots that whimpered, the tramps that bled, and the cxnts that perished to her superior skill, beauty, strength, and grace every kill hardening, and embolden the victors to commit more atrocities. High, & Dark Elves swearing on the blade of their fallen mothers, sisters, daughters, cousins, aunts, friends, and grandmothers that she will make them pay, and will ensure she savors every moment of her future victims, and sow appropriate justice upon the whores who dared defile their lands, burn their sacred trees, spill their blood, and mock their queen, and their goddess with their very breath, and life.
