Paws kissed the ground beneath him as he wandered into the land. He knew this was a place of battle, he could smell it all around him. His first and last visit here had been when his brother had claimed his pack, but Cloud was here for a different reason. He sought his first battle. He wanted to learn how to fight, and he hoped he could find someone to help him do that. He wanted to test himself to see if anything would come naturally to him, to perhaps see if any of his natural fighting instincts would kick in and do him any sort of justice. Whether they did or not, today would be a learning experience. He wanted to learn how to fight, and he hoped it might help to curb his rather strange urges lately. The voice in his head was growing stronger, and he needed something to distract himself. Once he found what he considered a suitable enough spot, he tilted his head back and called for someone. Anyone, to come and spar with him. Cloudburst vs ??? for Spar Round 0/2

There was excitement filtering through her veins. Her golden bracelets chimed in euphoric song in easy movement that carried her body in loose, succulent stride. Lithe body fit and slender with a feminine charm filled to envy those with greeding want. Ignited eyes burned with a fiery passion and a wry grin of her fathers deviousness ebbed across her dark lips. Shoulders rolled in ease struts popping joint and bone in loose fashion. A child born into a corrupted womb, grown into a young woman living to her name of a Goddess. A mirthful chuckle carelessly slipped from acutely beautiful visage, auditory system rotated towards the source of a disturbance in the area. A howl. Inviting, powerful, it was a challenge for anyone that listened. . How fun. ambrosial words kissed from her lips in a dangerously teasing gesture, hissing, venemous. Long tail wrapped in violet golden chains contained a braid in the middle of it, curling upon her spine as she approched the man. Fiery orange optics narrowed into slits, taking in the apparance of her opponnent. The call of blood. Her body maneuvered in agile twists before she came to a halt at a resonable distance. It was her first visit in this area, surrounded by blood and pain. Nephthys VS. Cloudburst for Spar Round 0/2 Venom

An unfamiliar would arrive, perhaps the most peculiar looking wolf he'd ever seen. Bi-colored gaze remained on her as her words fell from dark lips. The call of blood? Well...he was here for a fight. He wasn't planning on anything intense, but this woman well...he wasn't sure what her intentions were. He watched her warily as she stopped within reasonable distance, perhaps about ten or so feet between them. "Yeah, more or less." He responded, tail flicking against his heels. He would have to be careful, he had never been in a fight before but he had watched them during his time as a loner.

He wasn't sure exactly how to start these things, but he would maybe be a gentleman and give her the first move if she so wished. But even then, did they introduce themselves first? Was that proper fight etiquette? He couldn't quite imagine introducing himself if someone was flinging themselves at him, at least...not if this were a true fight out of the blue. He was confused, but since he had called for an opponent to spar with, he figured he'd at least give her his name. "My name is Cloud of Dauntless, you can have the first move if you want."

Cloudburst VS Nephthys for SPAR
Round: 0/2
Height: 36"
Build: Medium

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With ambient whittling patience the young man stood. Ignited eyes watched with beguiled excitement traipsing within her veins. Silence fell as the bells hung still like empty gallows awaiting for their next victim. Paw steps were made in silent attribute with a haughty carefulness in approach. The demoness's wicked little grin kissed her ebon lips as she watched the man. The man’s body fought with pigments of dark and grey as toned-muscle laid hidden underneth of an masculine bulk. What an odd coloration this one possessed, a mix of dark and ivory that occupied most of his body. Oh, aren't you a gentleman, love the babe chided, words danced coolly from her lips her composure calm Nephthys is the name you seek. Golden claws dug into the soil as she prepared her stance. Long tail tucked under neath her abdomen and then wrapped loosely around to keep out of the way. Neck tucked to protect her vitals and ears folded against satin silk dressed comfortably atop her head. Bells chimed and jingled by the movement of her body.  Oh how joyous this was. Another pack wolf. This time this was called Dauntless. How peculiar. She wondered exactly hows many lupine establishments this land hid but now, perhaps, this was her chance to find out. It didn't matter. The babe smirked. Oh this was going to be fun - or at least she hoped. It is a costum for individuals from your establishment to call rogues here to battle? Nephthys VS. Cloudburst for Spar Round 0/2 Venom

He knew now to call her Nephthys. A peculiar name, one he wasn't quite sure if he could pronounce himself. Oh well, he supposed it wouldn't matter anyway. What were the chances of running into her again after this anyway? The lands were vast, and so far he hadn't run into the same creature twice. She asked a question that begged to be answered, and since he wasn't one to be rude, he answered. "I suppose it is, otherwise I'd be wandering aimlessly looking for someone to spar," As far as he knew, it was a thing to call for an opponent, unless of course you just so happened to stumble upon someone else.

He watched as she seemed to take a defensive stance, and in turn Cloud would wait a moment before deciding on if he should mimic her or not. They were still some distance apart, so he guessed he could probably wait until she made a move. "Er, would you like me to make the first move instead?" Gosh, this felt awkward. He wasn't used to finding opponents like this, and didn't have much of a clue on how to get this sort of thing started...

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Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there, wondering, fearing...

The end of her tail twitched with impatient hunger, “I am sure we will have some wicked fun, Cloudburst of Dauntless.” a devious chuckle escaped the woman's lips. Her eyes steady on the black and white man before her. Despite the odds, she'd make a game out of this – or at least attempt to. This was not one of her multitude family battles, she needs to remember that but if she could use this as practice and improve herself, that is all the babe cared about. Oh but no – she would certainly not have the first move, not if she was made to wait this long. The babe braced herself, remaining with the same defense preparations, tail tucked under neath her abdomen and then wrapped loosely around to keep out of the way. Neck tucked to protect her vitals and ears folded against satin silk dressed comfortably atop her head. The golden bracelets, proof of her regal heritage, chimed with each delicate paw, meant to close the distance between them just a little more, reaching a comfortable distance of a few meters before the babe came to a halt. “Your move, I must insist.”

Nephthys VS. Cloudburst for Spar
Round 0/2

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Well, this was certainly awkward...honestly, he didn't know how spars of this nature were supposed to start. He had the notion that more...extreme fights didn't start with either one waiting around for the other to decide if they wanted to go first or not, but this was different. Right? Nodding at her insistence to go first, he swiftly let his defenses fall naturally into place. Ears pinned to his head, bi-colored gaze narrowed, hackles rose along his spine while his tail rose and head lowered to align with his spine. Legs spread equidistant apart with toes spread and claws scraping into the ground for traction.

He supposed he was ready...Right? How different could it be then tangling with his brother? Within moments, he kicked off and aimed to close the distance between them. He thrust his chest forward, seeking to smash it straight into the center of the vixens chest. As he sought to do this, the male would then raise his forelegs, seeking to wrap each one around her shoulder in an attempt to hold her in place.  Right foreleg sought to gain a grip on her left shoulder and then left foreleg sought to grip her right shoulder. He wanted to drag her in close, limit her movements like he had done so many times to his brother. His head would turn towards his left, jaws open as he aimed to bite her on the right side of her neck just above where he sought to hold her with his maw.

Cloud vs nepthys for spar
Round: 1/2
Height:36"
Build: medium

Due to failing to post in the allotted time the fight defaults in Cloudburst's favor! Nepthys must give up by surrendering, fleeing or passing out.