Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

He’d been gone from this place way too long. He needed practice, he needed to work off the flab. And now that he was all better, he could get on that right now. His large red frame ambled onto the rolling, torn, bloodstained and bone strewn landscape, sapphire eyes scanning the surroundings. Cinder was home with the pups, father, mother, and Zuriel. Tornach was ill. It seemed whatever Regulus and his mother had been under the weather with had managed to snag his little brother in it’s jaws. He’d done a few practice and teaching rounds with his mother, and now he wanted to try them out on someone new. He chose a nice flat spot, free of rocks, sticks and dead wolves, and looked around, settling into a balanced, stance. When he felt ready, he tipped his head up and sang a call for a sparring partner. What would he face today? He didn’t think he was ready for a tiger yet, but it would be interesting to see who came to play. He might even find someone his own size. It was so nice to be able to breathe without sneezing. A sneeze during any fight, spar or serious, wouldn’t bode very well. Who would come.

Fuck! What the fuck was with the wolves here nowadays? They were all huge, and all beautiful what the fuck, Vivek was in paradise! Unfortunately, both this brute and the woman that he had fought before were fucking underage. So what if his sister had once had a tendency to throw herself around before she was two? The man was not a cradle robber... he had standards damn it! Standards that were starting to piss him off these days to be perfectly honest, but they would hold true. "Looking for a fight big guy?" He would taunt as he stepped onto the scene, his red eyes flicking over the other's frame. He looked so much like Vivek himself, it nearly hurt. Not because the red male was a narcissist, granted, which he might be - but that wasn't the issue. The issue was that this male looked like family, and that was something that he didn't have anymore. It made him feel a bit sick to think about.

Perhaps a little of that frustration would be taken out on the boy in front of him. Not very kind, no, but the cardinal had never been particularly benevolent. "Lucky you, so am I." That would be the last warning that the boy got before Vivek would move to quickly close the distance between the two of them. He wouldn't let the other straight out charge him, because like hell he wanted a wolf that big coming at him full speed while he stood there like an idiot. His eyes were narrowed, ears pulled back, and his jaws were open to protect his throat. The beast's head was lowered, aligned with his spine as he fluidly flung himself forward. His tail lashed behind him, adjusting with his every movement. Shoulders were rolled in an attempt to protect the sides of his neck, and his hackles were raised along his neck along his spine. His toes were splayed for traction, and his back legs were squared, along with his knees being bent so that he was lower to the ground.

He would pull just enough to his left to try and bite at the other brute's face. He was attempting to wrap his fangs around his face beneath his right eye, not attempting to blind the boy, but perhaps scare him into thinking it was a sudden attempt at a maim. Vivek's right shoulder would shove at the other's chest nearest his right shoulder. He sought to make the other bleed, make him hurt for a bit. Make him pay for things he had not been the cause of. Yet he would still not aim to hurt him in any way that was permanent. He had not done enough simply by existing in the wrong place at the wrong time for that.

Vivek vs. Regulus for SPAR
Round one

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

Regulus wasn’t given long to wait. But the wolf who came gave him a start, and his tail gave a huge wag before he got himself under control again. He’s RED! I’m not the only wolf of my color around! The taunting tone of the stranger’s question sobered him somewhat, and he nodded silently. The male confirmed that he had come to fight, and the dance was on. Regulus began moving at about the same time as his same colored opponent, tail and head flowing level with his spine, neck scrunching back into his shoulders as the shoulders rolled forward over the base and his scruff rolled up into a layer of thick protection, his hackles raising as an added buffer from the base of his skull, to the top of his fluffy tail. He screwed his face into a silent snarl, brow and jowls wrinkling as his eyes narrowed to deep sapphire slits. His ears pinned against his hackles, and his chin tucked slightly, guarding his throat. His abdomen tightened with contained excitement, hind legs powering his charge as his paws fell in a balanced spread, toes apart for added balance, and claws extended for better traction, while his elbows bent slightly for a lower, less shakeable center of gravity. He sought to meet Vivek half way under a full head of steam, or most of it, and as the other male veered just slightly to his own left, so Regulus sought to veer to his own left; away from Vivek. Simultaneously, he ducked his head swiftly, jaws parting as he sought to snap them shut around Vivek’s right front foreleg, just above the bend. He wished to grasp it, and keep his forward momentum going to hopefully drag his slightly smaller opponent off balance and take him down by the leg. Above his head, Vivek’s teeth met nothing but air, while his right shoulder slammed forcefully into Regulus’ outer right shoulder, where pectoral met the hard, bony point of the shoulder. Bruising welled up, and Regulus could bet tonight’s dinner that it’d be severe by the time Zuriel was fretting over him. He kept trucking, however, seeking to throw the point of his right shoulder forward into Vivek’s throat, at the base where it melded with the center of the chest, hoping to drive the wind from Vivek’s lungs and stun him, or at the very least give him a coughing fit. His right foreleg continued forward, snapping up as his other three legs took the weight, and he sought to hook his right front ankle around Vivek’s left foreleg at the bend and give it a yank towards himself, hoping to take that leg out from under his opponent and shake his center of balance and make him easier to topple. And the entire time, his mother’s and father’s tips, and those from his uncle Castiel and Cousin Alsander, and his grandmother rolled through his head. He was having a blast already! -:: Regulus vs Vivek for Spar ::- Round 1/3 Defenses: Attacks: Injuries: Extra Notes: You didn't list how many rounds, so I went with three, if that's okay <3 Goofy Reg's having fun with his new red buddy XD Oaf.

And the winner is...

Regulus! Due to Vivek not replying in the allotted time, Regulus wins the spar. Vivek must give up by fleeing, passing out or just handing the torch of winnings to Reg. Hopefully they can still be big red dogs together and frolic around in the flowers.