Ah yes, this was one of her favorite places in the world. The Bone Queen made her way across the bloodstained ground as if she owned it, and quite honestly she would if she could. She'd take this place in a heartbeat, but alas, it was an unspoken rule that this and the other were open to all no matter how she felt about it. But hey, at least it was close enough to home that she could frequent it as much as she wanted. And today, (like most days), she was itching for a fight and to see who she'd come across this time, if anyone, and hopefully she wouldn't have to go back home disappointed. Stopping at her usual fighting ground, the Bone Babe threw her head back, calling for an opponent to take her on!

Alaric was near the boneyard when he heard the call for an opponent to be summon. He lifted his head from the ground, looking over to Maul and Cinder. He flashed them a smirk. "Let's go see who it is." He motioned the two cane corsos to follow him as they entered the boneyard. Several minutes of travelling through the barn, bone wasted land, Alaric finally came into view of the mysterious person who has summoned him here. He gave them a greetful.nod of the head, Maul and Cinder in toe. He called out to them. "I heard you're looking for a fight. What will it be?" He asked with some politeness, despite his stoic appearance.

This place reeked of violence, the air was thicker here. Each breath was imbued with copper and gore. Enyo had caught whiffs of this area while she was near the glow-shroom cave and had decided then that she would make the journey some day soon to explore it. It seemed this area was frequented by the wolves of Boreas and judging by the crimson scent... it was less than pleasurable.

Today, the woman had stumbled upon her new leader, Medusa. This strange woman, Enyo admired her for reaching for places and power and Enyo was too cowardly to do so. Whatever. Work with what you have. There was no point in mulling over things she could not change so she quickly ignored her feelings. Instead, Enyo would focus on the dust blowing into her pristine coat, dirtying it.

There seemed to be another large wolf there, she heard him address Medusa and though she did not recognize him she would not intervene. Instead, Enyo would sit back and observe. Perhaps she would ask for a spar, however for right now her icy hues preferred to analyze and learn those around her.
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Dual toned gaze met that of an approaching male, her hackles rose up in sheer delight as her claws scratched into the ground with anticipation. Her grin grew ever wider as she prospect of a fight drew near, but before she could answer his question, she spotted the piebald form of one of Erebos' family members. She had yet to formally meet the woman, but it seemed she was here to watch. She giggled as she tore her gaze away from her and back to the male. Perhaps she'd indulge her in a good spar after this one! "Medusa just wants a good fight, that's all!" She chimed to him as she settled into defenses that were natural to her by now. She hoped he wouldn't hold back. She certainly wasn't going to! That wasn't to say she was gonna try to rip him to shreds or anything, but she wanted a good, clean, do-your-best sort of fight! With that in mind, she flashed him one last grin before suddenly breaking her stance and rushing at him, seeking to close the distance. Nimble frame danced toward his right side as she drew closer, lowering her center of gravity as she bent her knees before looking to pop back up in an attempt to thrust the point of her shoulder into the base of his throat. Choke him out early on if she were lucky! Simultaneously, her jaws split open as she aimed to land a bite on his upper shoulder, a wild light in her eyes at the thrill of a good fight! Medusa vs Alaric for Spar Round: 1/? Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton Companion 1: Wolverine, Female - Battle Companion 2: Cougar, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Lesser yellow-headed vulture, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Medusa"

It seems there was a one man audience to their spar. Alaric's orange gaze flickered to see a black and white wolf appear on the battlefield. They didn't seem intent on joining the fight. His gaze shifted to his cane corsos. "Maul, Cinder, stay put." He told them briefly before refocusing on the opponent at hand.

There was only some time to react as the bone wearing lady spared no time closing the gap between them. Alaric saw her coming for his throat and took several steps back to avoid being directly hit. The bottom of his chin was hit instead of his throat, causing his teeth to clank together. His shoulder was bit into briefly, he watch as a tuft of fur came out of his thick coat. He charged forward. Alaric then went for his own attack. His black maws splayed open and attempted to latch onto the side of the woman's neck.

Alaric vs Medusa for spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

Oopsie! She missed her intended mark and instead, she clipped his chin as opposed to his throat. Her teeth managed to make contact with his shoulder however briefly before he ripped away from her. Dual toned gaze snapped to his face as he lunged for her. His own teeth would sink into the side of her neck and she felt the stabbing pain as he left his mark. A couple of puncture wounds that she would pay no mind to for the moment, though a snarl slipped from her jaws as she twisted her head away, ripping herself free from his grip as she turned her hips away and outward before pressing on. The Wraith dove downward this time, seeking to slip beneath him as her jaws sought out the tender flesh just above his elbow while her foreleg closest to his own sought to sweep the limb out from under him and unbalance the brute. If he fell on her, well, it was a small price to pay in her opinion. Medusa vs Alaric for Spar Round: 2/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton Companion 1: Wolverine, Female - Battle Companion 2: Cougar, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Lesser yellow-headed vulture, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Medusa"

Alaric attack had landed with a fierce grip. He was just about to apply pressure when the sudden movement of the female moving her head and neck made him lose his grip. The female was now underneath him now and he felt the puncture of her fangs on the tender meat above his elbow. He let out a snarl of pain and fell, but not on top of the woman. He would roll with the fall, ripping his limb out from her grasp as he rolled away from the woman and back into his feet.

Once he was back on his feet, he charged forwards for one last attack. He would propel himself at the bone wearing woman, his black maws splayed open as he sought her scruff in attempt to latch on.

Alaric vs Medusa for spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

And the winner is...

MEDUSA

ALARIC must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: MEDUSA: Attack Roll: 73 Defense Roll: 22 Agility Roll: 54 Perception Roll: 83 Total: 232 Attack[73] + 65% Bonus[47.45]: 120.45 Defense[22] + 15% Bonus[3.30]: 25.30 Agility[54] + 5% Bonus[2.70]: 56.70 Perception[83] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 83.00 Total[285.45] + 40% Bonus[114.18]: 399.63 ALARIC: Attack Roll: 19 Defense Roll: 87 Agility Roll: 61 Perception Roll: 10 Total: 177 Attack[19] + 60% Bonus[11.40]: 30.40 Defense[87] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 87.00 Agility[61] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 61.00 Perception[10] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 10.00 Total[188.40] + 25% Bonus[47.10]: 235.50

She was nothing if not a gambler. A fighter that rolled with the punches. She never had a rhyme or reason for her attacks (usually), her methods often feral and unpredictable. She had succeeded in sliding under the heavier male, her own limber frame always ready to move. Of course, she had gambled on whether or not his bulk would fall on her and flatten her to the earth, or not. The latter appeared to happen, so when that opportunity presented itself and he rolled away from her and turned to try again, Medusa took an even better opportunity. With her lowered bodice, she whirled around like a dog with the zoomies and launched herself upward, jaws bared as she lunged for his throat while he sought to bear down upon her scruff. It was the precise moment she needed to put this spar to an end. Her jaws lay dangerously close on either side of the man's throat, though she didn't bite down. Instead, she let the gesture linger for a moment, forcing him to admit submission when it was clear who the winner here was. She giggled before she ultimately stepped back, tongue swiping out against her jaws as she regarded him. "Medusa wins." She quipped. She had almost forgotten about the piebald woman that had stayed to watch, her dual-toned gaze twinkling in a bit of a challenge. "Does the pretty lady wanna try?" Then her attention turned back to her opponent. "Or does he want to try again?" Of course, if either of them declined, she would go on her merry way. "Medusa"

Enyo's gaze fixated on Medusa as the skeletal queen moved with predatory grace, forcing Alaric to submit beneath her lithe frame. As the scene unfolded before her, Enyo’s heart thudded against her broad chest, her admiration for Medusa deepening. Perhaps this pack would be worth her time, after all.

So she has teeth after all... Enyo mused. Her posture remained as commanding as ever, head held high, chest broad and sturdy, but something subtle shifted in her demeanor. Medusa had proven her strength, her ability to dominate a male. It wasn’t every day Enyo saw a female bring a male to his knees. She also ruled over the men in her family- a feat that Enyo, despite her masculine build and physical prowess secretly envied.

The towering warlord inhaled the coppery tang that clung to the battlefield. She stepped forward, paws sinking slightly into the blood-stained earth, her intense eyes locking with Medusa’s dual-toned gaze. There was no hint of reluctance in her body as the queen offered the invitation to spar. If anything, the idea thrilled her. Her pulse quickened, though her calm, collected exterior remained intact.

"Well done," Enyo spoke, her tone thick and deliberate, a rare compliment from someone of her pride. "You fight with both grace and ferocity. I would love nothing more than to experience it firsthand."

Her gaze lingered on Medusa for a moment, admiration dancing behind her piercing eyes. It had been rare for Enyo to witness a female command such dominance over a male, and the sight fueled her internal fire. There was no denying the respect Medusa had earned today.

Stepping forward, Enyo’s imposing frame cast a shadow over the blood-soaked ground, muscles rippling beneath her fur. Her bobbed tail twitched slightly, the remnants of a past battle long forgotten by all but her. Enyo lowered her head as she accepted the challenge.

“Very well, Medusa. Let us see if you can make me submit,” she growled, her voice laced with both confidence and challenge. There was no bitterness in her tone, only the thrill of competition. "I will not go easy on you. I hope you do not go easy on me. I've never been scared of my own blood. " Enyo’s lips curled into a dangerous smile of her own. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her thick mane bristling with excitement. She could feel the weight of her power, the raw energy that thrummed beneath her skin. The blood roared in her ears from her pounding heart.

Spilling blood was her favorite sport.

The battlefield’s verdant beauty felt distant now, overtaken by the thrill of the hunt. The thick air buzzed with anticipation as Enyo shifted her weight, preparing her massive, muscular limbs for the imminent clash. This would be a dance of power and prowess, but more than that, it was a test of her worthiness. Enyo was no stranger to the weight of expectation, and as she locked eyes with Medusa, her breath quickened with excitement, not dread.

In this moment, they were equals. Two predators bound by strength, ambition, and a hunger for more.

Once she was sure Medusa agreed and was ready she would strike.

Enyo surged forward, her massive paws digging into the earth, muscles rippling beneath her rugged pelt. She charged headlong at Medusa, her size and strength propelling her forward like an unstoppable force. Her jaws parted, revealing gleaming teeth as she aimed just below Medusa’s throat. At the part where Medusa's neck connected with her chest and shoulder. Hoping to use her sheer size and momentum to clamp onto such an advantageous spot and pull the woman down.

Enyo’s fighting style was pure aggression, a relentless onslaught that relied on brute strength and unyielding pressure. There was no finesse, no elegance, just the raw, primal urge to outlast, overwhelm, and dominate.

Her breath came out in powerful bursts as she lunged, snapping her jaws with brutal precision, aiming to drive Medusa back with each powerful strike. Pain was no deterrent to her... It only fueled her. Enraged her. Excited her. The world around her blurred into insignificance as her focus honed in entirely on Medusa. She would attack until one of them was forced to submit, and she had no intention of it being her.

She would prove her worth to this new queen.

But beneath the muscle and fury, there was something more, an acknowledgment that Medusa was different... perhaps even worthy of the respect Enyo so rarely granted.


ENYO vs Medusa for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: None


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Her invitation at another round did not go unanswered. The movement from the slightly larger woman got her attention, and her request to have a go at the Bone Queen had Medusa's ears perking up with eager anticipation. The compliments from Enyo did not go unheard, though Medusa rarely took stock in such things. She knew her limits. Knew what she was capable of. Granted, like everyone else, she didn't always win a fight, but nobody was invincible. Even the best of the best suffered the casualty of a loss every now and then. So when Enyo challenged her, Medusa's lips turned up in her usual Cheshire smile. "Medusa never goes easy~" She hummed as she stepped away from Alaric to get a bit more room to move. Dual-toned gaze locked onto Enyo, noting every movement of her muscles, the way her fur bristled, every fiber of her being. And then Enyo launched her attack. The bones upon her slim frame rattled with her own movement, though she didn't brace for her opponent. Instead, she mirrored the movement and launched forward, too. Helping Enyo to close the distance between the pair, only instead of going head on, Medusa stepped off to Enyo's left side, causing the larger woman to miss her throat entirely, and instead, her opponents teeth would rake across her left shoulder and taking a few hairs in their wake. Cackling, Medusa lunged for the tender flesh of Enyo's armpit, seeking to bite the tender spot where the woman's leg connected to her body. As she went about this, she would seek to hook her forepaw around the same leg she was looking to bite in a bid to trip up her opponent, if not cause her to stumble and lose balance. Medusa vs Enyo for Spar Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton Companion 1: Wolverine, Female - Battle Companion 2: Cougar, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Lesser yellow-headed vulture, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Medusa"

Enyo felt the brush of fur against her teeth as she narrowly missed her target, her jaws snapping on empty air. Medusa was quick, quicker than she’d expected, and the wolf’s eerie cackle grated against Enyo’s ears, sharpening her focus. Any taunting, whether intentional or not would only stoke the flames.

As Medusa darted to her left and aimed for the sensitive spot beneath her armpit, she could feel the skeletal queen’s paw reaching out, seeking to hook around her leg and trip her up. A lesser wolf might have been caught off guard, but Enyo was no stranger to such tactics. Her muscles bunched with anticipation, and as instincts took over she reacted.

Rather than pull back, which would allow Medusa to trip her, Enyo pressed forward with brute force. Enyo planted her left leg firmly into the ground, using her immense weight as an anchor. The impact of Medusa’s paw hooking around her leg caused a momentary jolt, but Enyo used the momentum to her advantage. Medusa wouldn't be able to sink her teeth so deeply into the sensitive nook and just when she made contact Enyo would twist her body, swinging her right shoulder in a sweeping arc to slam into Medusa’s slightly smaller frame. The sheer force of Enyo’s movement was like a battering ram, aiming to send the Bone Queen stumbling or, at the very least, disrupt her bite.

Simultaneously, Enyo shifted her hindquarters, lowering her center of gravity to prevent herself from toppling over. The move was fluid and practiced. A reflection of the style that relied on unrelenting offense. As her shoulder crashed toward Medusa, Enyo’s jaws snapped again, this time aiming downward in a vicious counterstrike. She sought to clamp her powerful teeth around Medusa’s scruff or spine or any piece of the skeletal wolf that came within reach. The counterstrike was swift, aiming to catch Medusa off balance and force her into a defensive position.

Her icy eyes flashed with the fire of battle whether her attack was successful or not, and her deep voice rumbled between breaths. Thick with the thrill of the fight. “I’d expect nothing less from a queen." Another compliment.


ENYO vs Medusa for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: None


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A fight, no matter what kind, was always thrilling for the Bone Queen. She would go until she couldn't go anymore, and it had been quite a while since she had done a back to back fight. Enyo seemed to be relentless. Making Medusa work for her victory. Good. She always liked when others put up a good fight! Even her opponent before this had put up a good fight, too, and she was glad that both her opponents today were eager to give her a run for her money. She had been unable to trip up the bulkier female, something to be expected of course considering Medusa's leaner frame. Replanting her paw on the ground, she instinctively braced as her hind legs coiled in a bid to move soon, though not before her bite was thrown off a bit to where it didn't sink as much as she had wanted, and Enyo's shoulder came crashing down against her. It surprised her, of course. She hadn't quite encountered a move like that before, and so she of course, stored that tactic away in her memory. The result would send Medusa off balance, threatening to send the skeletal woman toward the ground. Enyo's jaws would come at her, and so Medusa took a last ditch approach as she felt herself toppling over from Enyo's greater weight. If she was going down, she'd be taking Enyo with her. Or at least she'd try, anyway. She twisted her head as much as she could (uncomfortably so, even) toward Enyo's head, so when Enyo's teeth closed over her scruff, she would risk both laceration and potential tearing while she sought to clamp her own jaws over the base of the closest of Enyo's ears in a vice grip. Not so much to tear, but to bring the woman down with her or force her into Medusa's control. Medusa vs Enyo for Spar Round: 2/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Wolf skeleton Companion 1: Wolverine, Female - Battle Companion 2: Cougar, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Lesser yellow-headed vulture, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter "Medusa"

And the winner is...

MEDUSA

ENYO must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: ENYO: Attack Roll: 1 Critical fail! Defense Roll: 51 Agility Roll: 40 Perception Roll: 70 Total: 162 Attack[1] + 30% Bonus[0.30]: 1.30 Defense[51] + 5% Bonus[2.55]: 53.55 Agility[40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 40.00 Perception[70] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 70.00 Total[164.85] + 10% Bonus[16.48]: 181.33 MEDUSA: Attack Roll: 52 Defense Roll: 5 Agility Roll: 93 Perception Roll: 57 Total: 207 Attack[52] + 65% Bonus[33.80]: 85.80 Defense[5] + 15% Bonus[0.75]: 5.75 Agility[93] + 5% Bonus[4.65]: 97.65 Perception[57] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 57.00 Total[246.20] + 40% Bonus[98.48]: 344.68