Roan wasn’t sure where Sirius might be, and really he only had one guess before he had to return to the cottage. He was healing but he wasn’t quite 100% yet. Roan still had to take it slow, but the effort was worth it to honor Iolaire and maybe save his own skin. Inky black paws carried the silver titan slowly towards the pack’s common area. He hadn’t been here yet, but it was easy enough to figure out where it was.

Verdant gaze shifted over the bone fire and back to the sky. He couldn’t call Sirius for fear Iolaire would meet him here. Roan could only hope the warlord would show up here. He sighed heavily and lowered his haunches to the ground in front of the bonfire. At least he had an excuse to linger.

Sirius had just finished his jog around the length if the terratory, and completed the circuit at the communal area. Stepping yo by the firepit, where the flattened area made a good spot for exercising, the Warlord would fall into the familiar patterns of his stretches. He was gearing up for a fight, he was feeling restless and antsy with the pregnancy so close. He couldn't even push his Wife into a fight to blow off steam, he was too busy treating her like fragile glass.

He was just considering who in his pack he could call for a fight, when he spotted Roan wondering around by the dens, looking almost a little lost. Perfect.
"Roan!" Sirius hollared, knowing it had been a while since he had sought out the company of the bear fighter. Perhaps now his injuries would be healed enough. He didnt wait for the man to get closer, his booming voice filled the space between them. "Spar with me?" It was just shy of an order.

Roan settled himself on the ground in the pack’s gathering area. He hadn’t seen Sirius yet, and he was starting to worry that he wouldn’t. Maybe his little rest would bring the titan to him, he couldn’t go too much longer without telling the Warlord his intentions with his sister. He might have been one step from a vagabond before Io found him but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be chivalrous.

His thoughts lingered on his task when he heard his name. Roan turned around at the sound of Sirius calling after him. There was no niceties between the two of them as the other’s booming voice nearly commanded he fight the bigger wolf. Roan wasn’t sure how well he would do, he wasn’t in perfect condition yet. Far from it. But how did he deny his alpha?

”Of course, Warlord.” He answered as he lifted his silver marked form from the ground. He wasn’t nervous, he fought bears in his spare time. He wasn’t recovered though, and didn’t think he’d pull out a victory against the massive wolf.

Roan figured they would get right into it. With no hesitation Roan ignored the stiffness of his shoulder and raced to close the distance between himself and the massive wolf. They were closer in size than many of the pack’s wolves. He wouldn’t be able to push Roan around as much. If he managed to reduce the distance between them Roan would aim to quickly attack Sirius’s neck. To the right side Roan aimed a deep bite into the skin of the Warlord’s neck before retreating from retaliation like he might have with a real bear.

Roan Bearkiller vs Sirius for Spar
Round 1 of 2?
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Roan heard his cry and dashed towards him, treating him like a bear as he lunged in for a strike against the larger wolf’s neck. The Titan scrunched his neck to give the other wolf more skin then meat in his teeth, and moved to give a glancing swipe to the retreating wolf with his feline-like claws. Had Roan known about his paws? It was something Sirius didn’t advertise unless he was fighting, and he and Roan hadn’t had the pleasure yet. Roan played chicken with him, and the Titan snarled past his fangs, raising a paw, and folding in his toes in a gesture that said ‘come forth’ the grin against his muzzle would add ‘if you're brave enough’ it was clear he was already enjoying himself. He enjoyed the way Roan leaped in, no questions asked, and already on the offensive. Sirius Fatalis vs Roan for Spar Round 1 of 2 Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Black Vulture - Male - Boosted Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted Mutation - Offensive: Cat claws Mutation - Offensive: Fangs Skills: Master Fighter & Novice Intellectual Specialty: Weaponsmaster "Speech"

Roan didn’t get much more than skin in his bite, but it was still satisfactory to get tooth into flesh. The silver marked titan didn’t miss the glint of light on Sirius’s incredibly sharp claws as he pulled away, fast enough to not be touched by the massive paw. Roan had things to talk to him about, lots of healing left to do, but his mind focused on the battle. He just had to be faster than his opponent.

The second time had to be different than the first, but Roan would begin with a feign as though he were going for Sirius’s neck again. Instead of reach up though, Roan would go for the man’s right elbow before trying to shoot past the huge Warlord and avoid those sharpened claws and long teeth as best he could.

Roan Bearkiller vs Sirius for Spar
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Roan came in again, and Sirius once more scrunched his neck, but as the scarred wolf came in for his elbow, the Titan would twist slightly, popping out his blade as he attempted to put his hidden blade between Roan’s paw and his elbow. If he followed through the with attack, Roan would meet steal instead of skin. Hoping he might have momentarily startled the man, Sirius moved his head, fast as a snake, as he aimed to grab the smaller wolf by the scruff of his dipping head. Sirius was thoroughly enjoying himself by this point, and a hearty chuckle slipped through his lips. He needed more sparring partners, and he was glad Roan looked healed enough to offer him some exercise now. The man could finally start paying back the resources he had been consuming within the Warlords pack. Sirius Fatalis vs Roan for Spar Round 2 of 2 Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers Companion 1: Black Vulture - Male - Boosted Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted Mutation - Offensive: Cat claws Mutation - Offensive: Fangs Skills: Master Fighter & Novice Intellectual Specialty: Weaponsmaster "Speech"

The silver marked titan wasn’t fast enough, especially after the Warlord brought out his knife. Roan barely avoided getting cut, and he couldn’t avoid the sudden feeling of long fangs in his neck. With a chuckle, Sirius ended the battle. Not that Roan thought he could gain a win, he had been given a command by his superior and he followed through. He only hoped Iolaire wouldn’t catch wind of it and he might convince her to give him a massage that night.

”Alright Warlord, now that you’ve gotten your teeth in me you’ve got to listen.” His words came out in short gasps as he caught his breath. His shoulder seriously sore now. ”I need to talk to you about Iolaire.” Roan would gage the man’s reaction and go from there in telling him his intentions.

Sirius grabbed him by the scruff and Roan conceded the battle to him. He released the wolf, he had been somewhat careful with him, knowing some of his injuries were still healing. It was the respect Roan had earned by looking out for Io, that was still in effect.

Speaking of his sister... Roan spoke of her now, saying he needed to listen. Sirius took a step back, looking at the scarred wolf, a frown forming between his ears. “What about Io?” he asked carefully, taking a seat, and giving Roan his full attention. Anything to do with his sister was important, and Roan sounded serious, was something wrong? He itched to run from the bear-fighter and find his sister right then and there.

Roan might have been devastated if Sirius had suddenly left to go find Iolaire himself. Thankfully the warlord was all ears, and the silver marked titan suddenly felt under intense scrutiny. Of course he was, the alpha was very much obviously protective of his adopted sister. Roan wondered if he would give up some of that to himself once he really proved his worth. ”Not so much about Iolaire, but about me and Io.” He started, his words slow but he’d manged to catch his breath. He paused, hopeful the Warlord didn’t attack him and end him then and there. His wife had caught them kissing, and if the titan heard it secondhand he could only imagine the consequences would be worse.

”I know it’s fast, but I adore her. I love her, and I want to call her my wife.” The words were sincere, but held the question in them. ”I’d like your blessing.” No matter what Roan would do what he intended, but Sirius’s opinion meant something to Iolaire and Roan already had a healthy respect for him.

Sirius frowned harder, he knew he could be an oblivious sort of male, but what was Roan getting at here? That the two of them had gotten close during the time his sister had spent healing him? How had he not noticed this? He knew he had been distracted with his own puppies, but…

“Ah…” Sirius said, very articulate and well formed as he looked at Roan in surprise, and then clicked his teeth together. He didn’t bare them at the man, if only just. He instead leaned in closer, putting those sharp fangs right above the scarred man's ear as the Warlord moved close enough to whisper into that black space. “If you ever hurt her, or break her heart, know that you will not live long to regret it.” he leaned back again,, giving one last warning. “You have joined my pack, and once you have joined, leaving is far harder.” if the man ever tried to break away and run, he would be chased down. He belonged to the Armada, and apparently, to Io. Io deserved happiness, and if Roan was who she wanted… It helped that Roan was a member of the Armada, he would not take Io away from him, and he could police the man and ensure he never hurt his sister.

He was glad he had sparred with him, showed him that Sirius could beat him down any time he wanted to.

Roan couldn’t back down. As Sirius released him the man stood tall despite the pain in his shoulder and where the Warlord already demonstrated his prowess. Flangs wer flashed if only slightly and Roan knew the implication. He didn’t flinch, he’d never flinch when it came to protecting Io or his love for the dainty healer. Sirius leaned closer and whispered the promise he knew he’d get. Hurt her and die.

”Death will take me first.” And that was no lie, he’d die before he hurt the one who saved his heart. ”I will serve the Armada and protect her.” He vowed. He wouldn’t be pulled from her arms.

Roan showed no sign of weakness or reservations, and Sirius respected him for that. He appeared, at least in that moment, like he wanted to hold stead-fast to this decision he had made. Sirius sighed, looking up at the sky as though to ask for patience, and then looked at Roan with a grin. He could respect this bear hunter, and find in him a brother in law. He wasn’t really opposed to this, he just needed to make him squirm a little.

“Very well, you have my blessing.” he agreed, stepped forward again, grasping his shoulder in a comrade sort of way. “Brother” he would add, showing just how far his blessing was going. He did not know the man well, but somehow, inexplicably, the Warlords family had once again grown. For someone who was suppose to be a selfish bastard, he had a lot more room in his heart then he had ever known.

Not much time had passed before he earned Iolaire’s trust and as he confessed to Sirius his heart the man seemed to respect him for it. Time would pass before his intentions were proven true, all he wanted in life was to see Io happy. No matter what, he’d be here to protect her and hold her close to him at night. He couldn’t deny his love to her, and even if he had some family waiting out there for him, he’d still choose to stay and be her partner.

Sirius would release the tension in Roan’s body as he finally gave his word of blessing. The pack leader and brother to his future wife wouldn’t stand between them. Roan did flinch when Sirius hit his shoulder though, it was his still healing limb. Though it was close today would likely set him back a little. Just like Iolaire said. Still, it was worth it as the Warlord called him a brother, and just as easily as he fit beside Io he could nestle into a place beside Sirius.

”Thank you… Brother.” He returned with a little more hesitation. Having any more family was new to the once wanderer. For so long it was only he and his sister. Now it seemed he was marrying into the alpha’s family. Roan grinned, astounded at where he was now.

And the winner is...

Sirius

Roan must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Roan: 351.90 (69, 89, 91, 94 - Adjusted to 69, 97.9, 91, 94) Sirius: 513.13 (95, 87, 54, 55 - Adjusted to 190, 108.75, 54, 57.75)

- nyx