We're setting the default time to a week.  Give ourselves some padding!

Crimson stained sunlight spilled over the snow as dawn rose on yet another winter’s morn.  Birna flexed her legs lightly, her breath coming in slow steady breaths.  She lived here.  She had no plans, no future and more doubts than she knew what to do with.  Would her brother be proud of her or would he laugh?  How many clans had she served?  How many had she seen wither?    What was a knight with no kingdom to serve?  But spirits she was fucking tired…  she was going to go solo for now.  She was going to test and push herself until she was certain she could face her brother proudly… assuming he was even still alive.

Ankle-deep snow clung to her coat as she strode into a snow-blown plain.  Birna howled for a challenger.  Time was wasting and when the crimson light faded as the sun rose higher she sought to stain it with something that would linger into spring.

-- You Can Bury My Body But I'll Never Die --
Birna vs ??? for Spar Rd. - / ?

ooc note. i am super rusty, contact me through PM for questions! :)

A battle cry filled her ears with ease. A rush of eager excitement filled her bodice to the core. The woman moved from her resting place, shaking the snow from her winter coat to fall to the ground. Schon rolled her shoulders and set off to find the creation that dared step into the ring with the cannibal queen. Slowly she made her way to the battlefield, following the source of the call with a large grin. It was quite crooked, but the woman was remaining confident in the abilities she once honed. The girl knew her mother still flowed through her, Svanerna was a talented fighter and Schon wished to let that shine through herself. Eventually, the pristine femme allowed herself to grace this inferior behemoth with her presence. A bleeding gaze fell upon the greyscale woman, Schon eyeing her up for a few moments. It was obvious this creature was much larger then the tan colored woman. Which clearly, it will be difficult for the Finnvi to dominate. Yet, due to Schon's light weight and lanky form she could allow herself to be quite agile and quickly. Perhaps to run circles around this beast. "A spar." Soon enough, the creature allowed her head to slowly dip down in an honor filled bow. The Germanic woman was that of respect when it was needed, yet such and ugly thing does not deserve too much attention. Unless she somehow defeats Schon in the fight to be had. Speaking of which, after the bow, the creme colored wasted no time to sort out her defenses, in case the woman before her decided to attack first. Schon began by allowing her legs to square out, dividing her weight between her four paws for a decent amount of balance. Her pads spread out, flexing the pads enough to allow them to massage the ground for even steps. Claws came forth to grip the ground as well, to sturdy herself even more. Her legs also bent at the knee, allowing herself to get closer to the ground, for quick and precise movements. The Queen's tail flicked out, allowing it to align with her spine for another added bonus to her balance when moving quickly. She has to protect that pretty little face, therefore the girl let her lips roll back, waves of extra skin bunching up at her cheeks to protect the delicate flesh of her face. Her crimson gaze was squinted, to make her eyes less of a target to flying claws and paws. Those tri-colored ears moved to pin back to her skull, denying them as a target as well and to allow herself to maintain a more aerodynamic posture. The faithful girl's head tilted down and tucked in, craning to protect her throat with her snarling muzzle from any sort of fatal blows to that sensitive flesh of her neck. With the craning of her neck and the squaring of her stance, her hackles raised enough to allow the extra skin on the back of her shoulders to bunch up. Once again protecting the flesh below. The demon was ready for her assault. They were about 10 tail lengths away, which was a decent distance. They were face to face at that point, which was an easy starting point. Schon began by charging straight forward towards her opponent in a serious sprint. With the space between them, Birna had a tiny bit of space to move, of course. Though, if she was able to get close enough, Schon would attempt to use her momentum to throw herself at the taller Wolf by raising her front half up in attempt to to wrap her two front, lanky, legs around her opponents neck. Her two front paws would move to try and land at Birna's upper shoulders around the thick hackles of the taller girl, her claws would try to grip some fur as her pads flexed. If she was successful in raising herself up, her back two legs would move to bend at the knee enough to be locked in and her paws would move to dig into the dirt that was hidden below to the snow for added balance while up on two legs. With the closeness of their front halves, if Schon was truly able to get that close in such a manner, the German girl would be compelled to go for a blow with her jaws. If Schon was indeed raised up as she attempted to do so, her head would try and move to the left, which would be Birna's right. If the smaller movement was successful, Schon would move in and attempt to snap her jaws behind Birna's right ear. Her top jaw would attempt to connect right behind the middle of the grey ear. Her bottom jaw would come forth to try and allow her fangs to scrape against the right side of her opponents head to eventually meet up with the top jaw and pinch that skin behind the ear in a delicious bite in attempt to finally spill some blood. If purchased, the scraping of her bottom fangs would induce a painful scratch and the bite would be enough to inflict pain but minimal enough to be shaken with ease. Schon vs Birna for Spar one. two. three. "Talk" You Think

ooc:  you’re not alone!  I’ll try to be quicker next post btw, just trying to get my mind back in this again.

Like a vulture to carrion Birna did not have to wait long for an answer to her call.  A large, yet thin woman approached her stating simply ‘a spar’.  Birna nodded.  There really wasn’t a need to have a conversation.  They both knew what they were here for.  Blood.  Birna gracefully lowered her head and tail to align with her spine, her head tilting forward just slightly as she tucked her chin, her neck scrunching back and shoulders rolling forward to push fur and fat into elegant folds around her vitals.  Her fur and hackles stood on end as her limbs coiled to lower her center of gravity, spreading out just slightly wider than her hips and shoulders equally distributing her weight.  A good solid stance but also one that was ready to move for Birna had no intention of sitting still like unaware prey.  Her toes splayed across frozen ground, claws bitting into the snow packed from her weight.  Birna’s eyes narrowed, her jaws parting in preparation for the bite, her brow wrinkling as she snarled.  Her ears pinned tight to her head and she kicked violently off, charging toward Schon as the other woman charged toward her.

Craving a crushing meeting Birna sought to charge directly head-on, powerful muscles pushing her violently forward as she attempted to close the distance between the pair with violent ferocity.  As Schon raised her upper body Birna sought to throw herself literally into the slender arms of her opponent as she thrust the exact center her of her chest violently forward hoping to slam it into the lower underside of Schon’s neck several inches above the sternum.  Birna would push herself forward with all four limbs, hoping to increase her power enough that she might topple the other woman over backwards and onto her backside where Birna’s fangs could get at her underbelly.

Making no effort to dodge the woman’s forelimbs Schon’s arms would wrap around the base of Birna’s neck, her left forepaw across Birna’s right shoulder and her right forepaw across Birna’s left shoulder.  She could feel the paws flex, trying to cling to her but with her thick winter pelt the claws would fail to leave any damage on Birna’s form.

Simultaneously as Birna had charged forward for her chest slam her head would tilt to her left, gaping jaws seeking to latch around Schon’s throat just an inch below the tan woman’s jawline.  Her top fangs aiming to pierce flesh on the upper right of Schon’s neck, her lower fangs on the upper left with that tender, succulent throat in the middle.  Birna’s goal was to snap her jaws together with enough force to choke out her opponent but without crushing the woman’s windpipe.  Birna sparred brutally but it was not her goal to kill.

As her head tilted for her attack Schon’s fangs would draw first blood by tearing minor lacerations into the the upper right side of her neck just behind the ear but a few inches lower due to Birna’s tilting head displacing the attack.

-- You Can Bury My Body But I'll Never Die --
Birna vs Schon for Spar Rd. 1 / 3

And the winner is...

BIRNA! Due to Schon not posting in the allotted time the fight has been defaulted in Birna's favor. Schon must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out.