Jupiter was ready. The moment his uncle had announced the mission Jupiter had known what he was going to do. It was obvious, no? You want to go to a pack, pick a fight and go home with your dignity, the answer to doing that was pretty clear: leave your dignity at home. It was for that reason he had gotten into character by drinking the evening away. Now, functional drunk, Jupiter was ready to step up to the plate and let whatever silly, over eager macho man galloped to the border roll him around in the dirt - for science.

Reeking of mead and with a bladder that had been near bursting for god knew how long, Jupiter ambled up to the border and audibly smacked shoulder first into a tree. He appeared oblivious to the fact that the tree he was leaning on marked Armada's border. Somehow, swaying and bobbing terribly, he managed to lift a hind leg without falling over. "Oh," he groaned with near orgasmic intensity as he finally allowed himself a much needed piss into Armada territory. "Oh-ho baby yeah."

He peed. And peed. And peed some more because fuck somewhere along the way he'd thought it was a good idea to save it up for this moment. To himself, he muttered, "Woooo doggie, that was almost a disaster."

The Warlord of the Ashen Armada was accompanied by the snow leopard, the small bear, his vulture, and one of his children, when he stumbled upon the drunken idiot. He lifted his nose, catching a scent of the smell, which perminatrated through his scent markings. What an absolute waste of space.

“A shame, if you’d stumbled just a little further to the left, I wouldn’t have to take this as an insult.” the Warlord would say, dry amusement in his tones, but his eyes were deadly serious, as they bored into the idiot. Alas, he seemed stinking drunk, it would likely take him a day or so to sober up and be in a better state of presence to clean up this mess.

Sirius stepped closer, steps deliberate, even, controlled. “Alas.” he said simply, bringing himself close enough to launch himself forward. He aimed to rush the drunk, to dig his shoulder into the smaller man’s chest, and his teeth would move in an attempt to bite just behind his right ear.

"Speech"

Sirius Fatalis vs Jupiter for Force claim - for the duration of clean up
Round 1/?
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2 Fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Natha fidgeted, ears twitching at the sound of a bird that simply would not shut up. She lay there questioning her decision to make her den beneath the old oak tree when she finally decided to get up and put the miserable bird to rest. Natha slipped out of her den but the minute the bird saw her it flew off. She scowled. Figured. Yawning she stretched and decided it was time for her nap to be over anyway.

Trotting along she spied a familiar form. Oh no… it couldn't be. She spied Jupiter, his brilliant coat standing out like a sore thumb. Almost as soon as she saw him Sirius appeared but her focus was on the man who seemed to get into one bear fight after another, dragging her along with him. She cackled. "Oh, you poor thing," she drawled sarcastically. "Now that the bears have gone to sleep you must be so bored."

Sirius didn't seem interested in a bit of good-natured ribbing. He dove straight in for the fight. Natha settled down and licked lazily at her paw before bringing it behind her ears to clean them.

The young Fatalis pup had been following her father as he went about his business. She was learning from him simply by being around and watching his day to day life. By learning what it was to be an alpha, she could better support whichever sibling took hold of the Armada after her father handed it down. Not only that, she genuinely loved spending time with the giant warlord. Aslatiel was definitely a daddy's girl. The girl's dusty nose wrinkled as the acrid stench of urine struck her nares. She looked up to her father in question, but followed his movements with her gaze as he made a beeline for a man that was peeing into their lands. A man that she knew. Padding forward, but keeping her distance well into the side of Armada territory, the young wolf tilted her head. "Jupiter?" She knew this drunken beast. She also knew... that he would lose. A moment later, her father went plowing into the man. With his absence, she was feeling the chill of the wind as it bit through her creamy coat. She hoped he would hurry so she could stand close to him once more. Instead, she went to stand near Natha so that they could watch the fight, or slaughter, together. "Well, this won't end well," the girl spoke to the cat. "Speech"

Azure had been taking his position as heir seriously, and upon realizing that Mortis took it upon himself to do patrols of the border he decided that he too should take hold of the responsibility. It didn't matter that he wasn't scheduled to actually patrol anything, nor did it matter that Sirius was already on patrol and that the border was as safe as it could be. He wanted to learn, and he was too proud to ask for lessons. He stalked his father and sister as quietly as he could, observing their technique and practicing his hunting at the same time. It wasn't until he caught sight of the intruder that he abandoned any attempt at stealth, stomping up angrily alongside them. He recognized the man, it was the one who called him 'kid' and told him to move his ass. "Hey! You're wrecking our snow!" He complained angrily. It was gross and yellow now, and Azure hated it. Who knew when it'd go away? For all he knew, that part of his border might be yellow forever. When Sirius initiated the fight Azure stayed back to only watch, he had no intention on receiving another strike to his heir rank. Not that his father needed his help. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Ahhhhhh. Wow, holy fuck he had to go. He was Poseidon in an ocean of piss. In fact, he was still pissing and (continued to do so) as Sirius confronted him. Jupitet tipped his head back, pretended to almost fall over, and squinted at Sirius. Yep, that was exactly the kind of meathead he expected. Had he seen him before? Jupiter couldn't remember, which may have been the mead. It was hard to say.

His eyes widened in mock alarm as Sirius charge him. Hot damn that took no effort at all. It was his lucky night. Still pissing he rolled over onto his back with a mocking, girly shriek and began to kick wildly and deliberately ineffectively at Sirius. Hopefully dousing him in piss in the process. Doing this meant Sirius attacks missed, not that that had been Jupiter's intent. He just wanted to fuck with him. "Spank me daddy I've been bad!" Too much? Not enough? Honestly it was hard to rein himself it. It was just too tempting to be this way when dealing with the kind of guy that looked like he desperately needed to be taken seriously. Being the contrarian that he was, Jupiter was obligated to do the opposite.

Jupiter versus Sirius for Force Claim
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Emporor Tamarin, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Sirius was about ready to cave the man's head in. perhaps if his children hadn’t been watching, he might have tried it. As it was, he was going to take some pleasure in making the man a temporary slave.

The bear had maneuvered around the drunken fool at this point, and aimed to wrap her paws about him, to hold him still so that Sirius could get in a good shot without going near his… still flowing part. If his companion was able to get him into a headlock, then all would be well.

Sirius meanwhile, maneuvered himself forward, aiming to press his foot on the man's gut, and hold him still, put him in a vulnerable position, and win this damn fight. The Warlord was not happy.

"Speech"

Sirius Fatalis vs Jupiter for Force claim - for the duration of clean up
Round 2/2
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2 Fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

Oh ho this was getting interesting. They were so damn serious it was kind of precious? He'd expected to have to goad whoever responded into a fight. Never in his wildest dreams would he have gotten this overly aggressive easily offended guy who just threw himself at Jupiter like a bitch in heat. Apparently his dreams weren't wild enough, because this guy was great and it was a shame he'd never graced Jupiter's fantasies. This was turning out to be a obligate contrarian's wet dream.

The bear - who the fuck had a fucking bear? - appeared to be trying to keep him from pissing on Daddy, so of course Jupiter responded by helicoptering his dick wildly in an effort to get it on literally everything. He was running low on fuel now. Jupiter could feel it. Any second now and he'd be down to squirts. He strained as hard as he could in an effort to keep the volume up until the last drop and prayed to whatever god was enjoying the show that he didn't accidentally shit himself in the process.

Sirius slammed a paw down on his belly and Jupiter responded with a wheezed, "Harder Daddy!" Because why not. He then proceeded to try to wrap his hind legs around Sirius' waist. By now he would be out of ammo so why not bring the good bits together? His voice dropped to a husky, slightly slurred (he hadn't forgotten the charade!) too loud whisper, "Ignore them, big fella. You and me. Right here," Fuck did the foot in his belly have claws? He was going to push against it anyway. "Right now."

Jupiter versus Sirius for Force Claim
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Emporor Tamarin, Male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

SIRIUS

Jupiter must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and has been claimed by SIRIUS. Totals: Sirius: 358.5 Rolls: 47 47 65 62 Adjusted: 108.1 51.7 65 62 Jupiter: 282.9 Rolls: 33 66 94 30 Adjusted: 37.95 69.3 94 34.5

- nyx

Finally he couldn't take the silliness any longer. The insouciant titan burst out laughing and threw up his paws in a gesture that was somehow both a show of surrender and a complete disregard for the situation at hand. He cared little for the outcome and it showed on his smirking, unrepentant face. After his laughter wound down to an amused hum, he said, "Alright, big daddy, I'm yours." He tucked his paws to his chest and batted his eyes at Sirius. His lopsided smirk grew wider and he simpered, "Now what'll you do with me?"

Sparrow was excited to be on her mission with Jupiter. She hung behind as he entered the pack land and watched as the chaos ensured. She waited for the perfect moment and perfect plan to try to get them out of there well. Their mission was to poke around and test the pack, they had done that and now they needed to get out. If they didn't, Sparrow was at least sure that Tyr would come for them, but she orried that he would consider it a failure and look less upon them than the other teams who returned successfully. Tyrian, being her best friend and secretly her idol, meant a lot to her and his opinion of her ability to accomplish what he sent her to do mattered even more. She wanted him to have a steadfast confidence in her, one akin to how he'd view his own self if he were to go on a mission.

Of course... their methods might be a little different and Sparrow realized she was still young enough to be a little silly. In this case, it might make her less threatening... or an easier target. While she weighed the pros and cons of her plan, the fight ended with Jupiter submitting. Now or never.

Sparrow burst onto the scene, "Uncle Jup?" she called out, swinging her head from one side to the other, scanning over the other members. Mentally, she took note of the other members there as well as the fact that they had a cat among them. When her eyes came to Jupiter, she let out a sigh, attempting to rush to his side, "Uncle! Have you been drinking again?" She turned to the man who towered above him,  forcing her voice to become quieter and hopefully more timid sounding, "What are you going to do to him?"

More then ever Zee was glad she'd picked up a flying companion. Not only was the toucan good for periodically visiting Harbringr to give her weather reports to calm her mind on approaching thunderstorms, but he also was a valuable eye in the sky on patrol. He'd caught sight of the intruder and Sirius' initiation and come to find her, and though the queen rushed over as fast as she could she made it rather late. Already a crowd had gathered, Sirius had the man pinned below him and she was able to catch the defeated's mocking words. There was another stranger present, she sounded worried for him and was concerned he had been drinking. Pack wolves, both of them. Though not ones she recognized. "My love, what's going on?" She came up beside him, touching her paw to his leg gently to try and draw his attention off the man. An intruder yes, though a threat he was not. "Speech"

Aslatiel's head tilted the other way as Jupiter threw himself onto his back and began kicking and flailing like a coward. Again her nose wrinkled, enough so that the points of her little white teeth showed at the edge of her lips. What was he doing? She didn't understand his cowardice and flailing so much that she even asked her thoughts aloud, turning her attention to Azure as he approached. "What is he doing?" She looked at Natha as well, wondering if the cat might have some sort of answer to her question. This was all just... ugh. It was shameful. She was almost sorry that her father was wasting his time on such a creature. There was something strange nibbling at the back of her mind, however. Why had he stopped directly at the border? It was too convenient a place to be. Had he been coming here for something? Was this a purposeful slight towards the Armada? His paws had remained on one side of the border, but he had peed right across the path where they walked to patrol. The cut into the earth from the repetition of heavy paws was obvious. "This is strange," she said aloud, more to herself than anyone else. And then a second wolf showed up... Aslatiel bristled at the young woman's words and fought to catch her father's gaze. They were playing pretend, these two trespassers. She could see it in their actions and body language. Though she might get in trouble, the cream and grey girl stalked forward, stiff legged, pelt bristling. "I see you." She growled, stepping towards the older girl. They were both liars. Someone else had to see it too, right? "Speech"

Natha watched with amusement as Sirius and Jupiter fought. It was no surprise the fight ended with the speckled drunkard tasting defeat. She wrinkled her nose though at the spray of urine. She was ready to get back to work but she was curious what was going to happen to Jupiter now that he'd lost the fight. To be honest she wasn't sure it would be worth keeping him. As amusing as he could be he had a particular penchant for irritation and was more likely to be a nuisance than a help.

Her head cocked to the side as another recognizable wolf appeared, referring to Jupiter as her uncle. Ah, that made sense. She'd fought a bear with that girl as well. "I see bear fighting runs in the family genes." She looked from the girl to the alphas. "Maybe he can dig a nice latrine?" She chuckled then turned back to the girl. "If you help him it will go faster." Of course she didn't really concern herself with the bathroom habits of wolves but she always thought it strange not to cover one's excrement.