With a sizable army behind him, Bass made his way to the west. His golden eyes were on the lands before him, his paws tingling with excitement. With Imperium on his side, there was no way that Abaven was going to lose. They would tear Sin down from his throne and leave his pack in the dust. It was nearly silent as they marched on, and he did not allow his worries to linger for long. He had the utmost faith in his members, and knew that this bloody battle would end in their victory. The pale man licked at his lips, telling the wolves behind him to slow down by raising his tail. They were close, he could smell the pack markers now. Stepping forward, he sniffed at the border of the plains, and could easily pick out Sin's stench along the pack lines. This was it, they were here. Standing tall, Bass tipped back his head with a threatening howl, letting his enemies know that they were here. It was only then that he crossed over the boundary lines with no hesitation, marching into the plains. Bass did not stop until he reached a flat clearing, with no trees or anything else to get in the way of the fights. This is where it would happen, and this is where they would wait. It was only a matter of time now, he could almost smell them already. It didn't help that their scent was all around him, but the strong scent of both Abaven and Imperium combated it. This would not be their home for long, he would make sure of that.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

She had been waiting for that howl, and she loped towards the rest of Abaven. She had arrived early, with the healers - now, it was time for her to take her place with the warriors. She did not go around this time; no, instead she shot directly through Sin's territory from the Estuary, loping towards the wolves she could now see. She took a slight detour, so she arrived from the side, instead of head on; she skidded to a stop next to Bass, eyes glittering with excitement. "The healers are all set up in the Avian Estuary!" she reported, though it was likely unnecessary. She then took a position next to Bass, but slightly behind him; she would be in the front lines, and she would make sure Hellstrom felt her fangs. She would start the line, the broad line of wolves that would boldly meet Sin in battle.

"Speech"
"Language"

Art by AshleyAbstract

As much as she hated marching behind the big white oaf, she couldn't help but feel her blood starting to boil. This was the fight that she had been waiting for all her life, for a chance to prove her worth to Imperium even more. When they left Abaven lands and headed towards the enemy territory, she wove her way through the crowd as as close to the front lines as she could. Her tall form buzzed with electricity, elongated tail quivering behind her. This was it, at last. At last! Her purple eyes fell on the other alpha as he paused, and she sneered at him. Get on with it already! Finally he crossed the boundary lines and Mercy practically jumped over it, her black marked face scanning the horizon for the first signs of their prey. The girl licked at her lips as she danced from paw to paw, her gaze lingering on the woman who had run in from the other side, rolling her eyes at her exclamation she made, of course the healers were set up. But she didn't care about that, all she wanted was to fight. Teeth bared as her hackles stood already, a deep growl leaving her maw. Bring it. "SPEAK!"

Art by Evelyn

Nothing. Calypsei felt nothing as she fell into a certain swagger, setting herself up to think cold and precise for the siege they were to lay across the lands. She had an emotionless face, didn’t talk to anyone – not even her friends Lark and Tinaro. She was running through scenarios in her head, figuring out defenses or the next attack – attack never being her forte. The ocean girl would fight the long fight, and she would win. She hoped to defeat all those she challenged, naturally, though only time would tell. It was the real deal, and while that should scare her, it didn’t because it only pushed her further. Ocean blue eyes narrowed as the lands came into sight, her navy blue paws carrying her cyan pelt and everything encased in it to their field. Fun – it would be fun. She took a deep breath, taking a scent of the air as she waited for the threats to arrive so she could pick her target and lunge at it. Time would tell, but the ocean girl was determined to prove herself.

Hati beneath his mask was strangely void of emotion, gold eyes blazing in an intensity that was far more focused than the rage that had once left him scattered and lost. He knew who he was. He knew what his purpose was. He was the bear; he served Valen. As the gathered packs marched on Hellstrom he followed with them, no longer grumbling along at the tail end of the pack but moving with purpose as his heavy body looked along with the eager warriors. He wasn't eager; he was too focused to be eager. He was a weapon, a gun loaded and cocked, ready to go off at the slightest pressure on the trigger.

He was ready.

Was Hellstrom?

Quelt wasn't nervous at all, well that would be a lie. Even as he followed the others to war, the brute was standing on a thin line here. He didn't trust imperium much, just because of what he had heard from them. Though they didn't seem too bad so far since they were helping them. Quelt was unsure, if this was the right idea. He would have to throw those thoughts away though. His eyes moved over Lillie for a moment before his ears twitched and he concentrated more on this territory. What could he use, it was a thought. As he stood there, he spread his toes into the dirt. Revealing off his fangs, suddenly it didn't matter anymore. He was going into his full darkness. The viscious monster that Venus told him not to hide. His tail lashing back and forth would come to a stop to level with his spine. There would be hell to pay for putting his kids in danger. Even Limno herself, as she would be helping the others as much as she could. At least he hoped so. Speech,

Left, left, left, right, left. My back aches, hackles too tight, my booty shakes from left to right... Left, left, left, right, left... Esti marched onward behind the Abavebitches with an overzealous smile on her maw. Her eyes were set level to the horizon. Her heartbeat matched her steps, and she took slow, steady breaths. She didn't doubt herself. She didn't doubt her pack. She was excited for the fight, confident they would come out victorious. Mostly that Imperium's wolves would come out victorious, but that was all that mattered, right? They marched on until they came to Hellstrom, where leader wolf called out. Esti rolled her eyes slightly. Did they really need a warning? Couldn't they just... go in? Quietly? Sneak attack? Siege? As the group passed though the unfamiliar pack, Esti wondered who would show first, the alpha or a random pack member. Did they really have to wait here inside their pack until everyone showed up? Couldn't they just go crazy on whoever showed up? Why did these things have rules anyway? Esti shrugged it off, licking her smiling lips. Her fight would come soon enough. ""

Ashmedai walked beside his mother. He kept his tail low now, his lips parted in a loose smile. He was excited, though he did his best to hide it. This was serious, he realized. A real fight with real consequences. He had to be on his top game and show everyone that he could be just as strong as any other wolf, and hopefully even stronger. Ash focused on breathing with every few steps to keep himself quiet. As they came to the border, the Abaven alpha called out and Ashmedai let out a quiet, excited whine as his tail swung back and forth. His mother shifted and Ash became still very quick. Right. Serious. They crossed into the pack and Ashmedai felt the electric buzz in the air. Serious. Ready. EXCITED!

The leggy ebony warrior wove quite happily through the gathered packs, occassionally bumping shoulders with Valen, or sharing an excited grin with Drashiel's son, or running alongside her daughter or her son. This was not going to be another repeat of Lydovne, she could feel it in the air. There was a sort of electricity that carried the promise of blood to come. She didn't spare a thought to pity Sin - anyone who knew her would know that she did not care to become attached to anyone, and she was far too pragmatic to waste the emotion on someone who was nearly a stranger to her. Imperium was getting a great deal out of this war, and that was what mattered.

That, and getting a good fight or two.

Bass paused at the border to verify their location - had he not sent a scout to find the pack first? was he lost? - before raising his head and howling. A moment of irritation that he'd given away the element of surprise for some strange sense of honor was washed away by the rising flood of excitement. Let them be alerted, then. It would just mean more blood to spill.

At last they had arrived. He had been expecting some sort of retaliation since Threars downfall, and he would grin as the winds shifted in his favor. The scents carried were mingled, the pack if Abaven were here, however, he did not miss the scent of Imperium. So they were allies? He laughed, evidently Abaven were too afraid to take him on alone. What a pity. And sad too. Although Hellstrom bore no alliances as of yet, it didn't matter. He was confident that his warriors would fight with everything they had, and fight without Mercy. Regardless of the numbers, they would March to meet them in war. A flicker of thought passed, he wouldn't put it past the other packs to gang up on any of them. Thus a cowards way, no honor. But all was fair in love and war, and today...it was war. He let loose a howl, summoning his warriors to him. A quick glance towards Squirrel, he would ponder the male's usefulness in combat. However, he knew his kids had grown a rather...fond attachment to him, so instead he would give him a task. "Squirrel, take the children to Donostrea.  They lie not far from us near the ocean. Silva knows where, look for the alpha, Glacier. Keep them safe." The slave boy nodded, taking off to gather the pups and head off. For once, it was not so much an order as it was a request. He worried for his children, and he would make sure they were safe should anything happen to him or the pack. Should they fall today, they would go down with one hell of a fight. Looking towards Arietta, he worried about her too, but she had improved. He would be confident in her abilities if she so chose to fight. Walking over to nuzzle her, he would ask "Will you fight with me?" And then he would turn to his eldest children. "Paradox, you're to lead the charge. Remember, show no mercy. Abaven has chosen to fight with aid like cowards, so give them hell." He had no doubt they would. And so, he would then turn in the direction of the Plains, leaving the Oasis as he led them forth. They would arrive from the farthest reaches of the West, steadily to save their stamina for the upcoming fight. Should they fall, they would rise again from the ashes stronger then before and with a vengeance. Bass was no better then them. Of that he was certain. Coming atop the rise, amber gaze would fall upon those assembled. A grin on his maw as eyes fell on the Abaven Alpha. "Too weak to fight me alone, Abaven?" chest rumbled with laughter, amber gaze locked on the male. He would wait for his warriors to take their places, the air around them thick with many emotions. Anger. Excitement. Anticipation. It would all collect together and fuel them. He was ready for this day. Win or lose, they would give them something to remember them by. "Speech"

As they waited in the tense silence, Hati set his defenses, his heavy legs spreading into a wider stance as he balanced his weight evenly on all four limbs. His paws spread wide, his toes flexing to drive his dull claws into the dirt to provide him traction when the time would come. His head dropped to the level of his spine, his tail tucking against his leg to protect it - balance was not his immediate concern with his style. His shoulders hunched forward as his head pulled back to bunch up his spiky scruff further, hackles raising all along his back and neck to make an already heavy male appear larger. His scruffy ears pulled against his skull, his eyes narrowed behind his mask as his chin tucked down to protect his throat.

And he waited.

Through the dead air the enemy appeared. The bear lifted his snarling visage to take them in, and to take in how the enemy stopped dead rather than leaping in. Stopped to taunt the Abaven alpha instead of defending their territory. To talk. No... no... this would not be denied them again. Not again! They had not come all this way to be denied their war in favor of meaningless talk and twittering. NO.

With on paw he swiped the mask from over his face, and released the rage that exploded white hot through the mad hellhound. The distance between he and the pale, blood marked alpha was great but he sought to close it all in a rush, attempting to make a near-perfect forty-five degree angle to the front of Sin's right shoulder. Hati attempted to slam his whole weight on the point of his own right shoulder into the side of Sin's right shoulder halfway up from his elbow, intending to bowl him over all in a rush. As he shifted his weight to his right to accommodate that, he lifted his left forepaw, attempting to snake it beneath Sin's chest to hook Sin's left forepaw with the intention of jerking it toward him, seeking to overbalance the arrogant male. His heavy head swung to his right, jaws parting and he attempted to bury them in the throat of his enemy with his upper fangs seeking a hold behind Sin's jaw just below his right ear and his lower canines looking to reach beneath Sin's throat for a grip just behind the bottom of Sin's left lower jaw, with the intention of squeezing together to sever veins and crush windpipe. This war would not be denied Imperium again!

HATI vs SIN for MAIM (blinding in right eye)
Round 1/? (I assume two because it's a maim but ultimately up to you)

The pounding drums of war, it was something so common for her. Ultimately, she would be on the front lines with the rest of Sin's men and women. It didn't matter who it was, as she stood off to the left side of the main group of wolves. Her nostrils flaring open with the scents of Abaven and Imperium. Imperium.... well that was a surprise. As her gray eyes made quick work of them, she looked at Sin from afar. Now was the time, it was now or never when it came to attacking and getting the jump on the enemy. She stood out like a sore thumb, so she didn't hope to get a surprise attack. However, as her eyes narrowed on the brown female(lillie) she instantly threw her large body into gear. Amachi pinned her ears to the back of her head, pulling back her lips to reveal her canine's. Eyes narrowing on her opponent she kicked off of her hind legs and went barreling towards Lillie's left side. Jutting her right shoulder forward, she aimed for Lillie's left shoulder blade. Using all of her weight into the attack to dislocate the shoulder or push the wind out of the woman. Amachi's toes splayed out into the dirt, her hackles raised and her scruff pulled forward. Her tail aligned with her spine as her massive jaws opened. Aiming straight down on the back of Lillie's neck, her upper jaw hoping to grab the right side of the neck and the bottom the left. Pushing her weight down. Amachi then lifted her right forelimb aiming to hook around Lillie's left paw to add to the push. Her knees bent slightly, and her abdomen muscles tightened. This was war. Amachi vs. Lillie for Maim (Full blinding) 1/2 ""

Senses tingled with excitement, the devil would finally get his chance to play! Following behind sin, he would wait for no one as he shot past him to dive into the fray. Ylva was with him, and together the pair would wreak havoc like old times. He set his sights on a young one, the lad(Ashmedai) ready for the picking. As Diablo charged forth, he set his defenses. Tail flagged out behind him, aligning with his spine while his chin tucked and head lowered to align with his spine as well. Toes splayed as his claws bit the dirt as he charged, ears pinned and eyes narrowed, hackles rising as the mangy brute snarled. Teeth bared, drool dripping from yellows fangs as his shoulders rolled forward to bunch up his scruff. Finally, he would bend his knees slightly as he jutted his left shoulder out in an attempt to slam it into Ashmedai's throat.

He sought to make the boy stagger, this was a fight for adults not children. But Diablo would be merciless as his head tilted to his right, jaws swinging leftward gaping and ready. He sought to place a strong grip upon the boys face, upper canines seeking to slice down the left side of ash's face while bottom canines sought to slice upwards, an attempt to drag them across his face to potentially stab into the boys left eye. He sought to permanently blind him.

Simultaneously, Diablo's left forepaw would rise, then fall with all the power he could muster as he sought to slam it down on the boys right forepaw with the intent to break toes and hopefully scratch his foreleg as his paw went down. Now was the time to unleash the beast.

Diablo VS Ashmedai for Maim(blinding in left eye)
Round 1/2

The dark woman chuckled, insanity noticeable within her eyes and mind, especially with the way she was laughing. Oh, the smell of blood and chaos surrounded her nostrils and mind, her body itching to join the fray of wolves that were fighting within the siege. She chuckled as she watched her demon of a brother run off to attack some passerby nearby, but, when she looked around, she happened to see a young brute who seemed to be waiting to be attacked. This could be her chance. She snarled, eyes eyes narrowed as she ran in front of the wolf, her mint green eyes showing insanity still, but rage and anger. She thought this siege was a way of spilling blood without getting herself in trouble with Sin; however, she was sure he didn't give a damn about what she had done. Her shoulders rolled, her ebony claws sinking into the soil. Her tail raised as she was somewhat considered her alpha's little mistress, however, she considered herself to be dominate just the same. Her limbs bent, her toes spread and her chin tucked low underneath her. Though, her body evenly distributed the weight that was around her body. Her lips continued to snarl as she focused in on her target, though, she was sure he knew about her upcoming attack upon him. Her ears pinned back to make sure that once he attacked, he did not try and rip off one of her ears, but, the smell of blood as well as her own was enough to make her go completely insane, asking for more. Her muscles stayed tense, as her neck scrunched and jaw parted just enough as saliva dripped from her alabaster canines. She was ready for her attack on this man. "Speech"

The young man would follow his father to war, though he was not entirely eager about it. It was more the fact of the matter of proving that he was loyal to his family, to his home. If Sin was truly a threat, as his father thought, then he needed to be taken down now before it was too late.  They’d cross the borders, pausing only long enough for Bass to howl to let the enemy know that they were there. It was time. Shrike would breathe in, hackles raised across his body. He would do his very damned best for Abaven to bring these bastards to justice. The boy would watch as the enemy arrived, some wolves immediately jumping into fights. He would shake, though from anxiety or adrenaline he wasn’t entirely sure. Shrike would let his bi-colored gaze scan those fighting, then shift towards a gray and black she wolf from the other side. She was not yet fighting. Shrike would bristle, keeping his hackles raised as he quickly through up his own defenses. Tail would tuck between his legs, eyes narrowing into slits, and his ears would lay back flat against his skull. Legs were spread to widen his stance, as were his toes. Muscles were tense, claws biting into the soil as he bent his knees at the joints. Shoulders would roll forward, head lowering down to align with his spin. He’d tip his chin forward, part his jaws, and let a snarl erupt from his lips. It was time! Shrike would charge at the femme directly, attempting to close the distance between them as quick as possible. He would feint to his right within the last two feet of the woman, tilting his head upward and to the left {Ylva’s right}. He would seek to clamp his jaws around her right ear and sever it from her body with a good, solid, bite. He would also jut his left shoulder forward, aiming to dig it into the center of her right breast and cause some mild to moderate bruising. Finally, he would push harder with his back legs, seeking to slam into his opponent with enough force to hopefully knock her backward. Shrike vs Ylva for Maim {Right Ear} || Round:: 1 / 2 "Speech"

Table by:: Eldarwen

The slave would only just stand in the midst of the fight. He couldn't see, but if his masters ordered him to fight he would. It couldn't be too hard to snap at the feeling of someone nearby. He stood about twenty feet away from the main group of wolves. His ears pulled forward as the russet slave set his defenses. They would have to come get him. His tail leveled with his spine, his ears only mildly pinning to his head so that he left enough room to hear his surroundings. As his toes splayed out into the dirt, and his head tucked slightly his hackles raised as well. His scruff rolling forward as well as his shoulders. Knee's bent he pulled back his teeth to reveal his canine's. Calmly he would await it, and he kept his nose and ears alert as well as his sense of touch.

The call to war had been sounded, making the albino move on his massive paws. Tail lashing up behind him, the king would huff a little. He would arrive as more and more wolves clashed with each other. He thought it would be fun, as he opened his jaws and let out a lions roar. Maybe to shake the enemy up, or just flat out announce his arrival. His pink eyes narrowed as he spotted a beautiful lady. He was to her right, as the lion started jumping already heading towards her(esti). Hyder's mane would stick up on end, like the hackles raising on that of a wolf. His ears pinned to the back of his head and tail being used to balance. His stomach muscles tightened and his shoulders rolled forward. His eyes narrowed on her as his front paws unsheathed claws aiming for her right side as he. She was a lot larger then the rest of the wolves. As his tail aligned with his spine the lion tried to drag his claws down on her shoulder.

The male opened his jaws, aiming down for just above her right shoulder where her scruff was. Hoping to stab into her. His back toes splayed out into the sand, claws digging into the dirt for traction. Muscles tightening as he bent his back legs slightly, ready to pounce again within a moment's notice. This would be the most fun he had in a while.

1/2 Hyder vs Esti for dominance

A wolf showed up. Hey, that was Sin! That was the guy who fought and won the pack! So he was the enemy huh? Before Ashmedai could say anything, Hati rushed towards him. With a gasp, Ashmedai's tail went to wagging again. This was war!

Ashmedai set his defenses to be ready, his tail flagging out behind him for balance, though the ladder end kept wagging slightly. His hackles puffed up, lacing down his back naturally from the excitement. His ears tucked, shot back up in excitement, then tucked again, sticking this time. His loose smile worked into a toothy grin as his lips pulled up, his face scrunching and distorting his freckles while his glittering sky blue eyes narrowed. He rolled his shoulders, pushing up the extra skin around his neck as he tucked his chin, his tail and head becoming level with his spine. Widening his stance, Ashmedai dug his nails into the ground, his toes splaying for traction as his knees bent for mobility and his weight became evenly distributed to all four of his paws. Taking a deep breath in, Ashmedai looked around. It wouldn't be long, now.

Soon a dark wolf erupted onto the scene. He was smaller than Ashmedai and the boy had decided, before he even knew that he himself was a target, that this would be his opponent. With a giggle-turned-snarl, Ash kicked off. There was a small protest from Esti, but Ash didn't pay any mind to it. It was time to fight.

Ashmedai attempted to close the gap between them. With Diablo being four inches smaller than Ashmedai, Diablo's left shoulder wouldn't be able to reach Ashmedai's throat. Ashmedai pushed forward, attempting to draw near to his opponent, then stepped to his right. With this move, Ashmedai's body would become angled so that his right fore paw would be out of the reach of Diablo's left fore paw's stomp, causing it to miss, slamming down between his paws. Throwing his hefty and still growing weight forward and to his right, Ashmedai sought to throw the front, sharp part of his left shoulder into the joint between Diablo's chest and his left shoulder (COUNTER to Diablo's shoulder attack). Diablo's bite would hit, however it was not for the intended spot. Since Ash had stepped left, his bite would graze Ashmedai's left cheek, leaving moderate lacerations on the outermost part of his left cheek as Diablo's teeth slid painfully off. In the close proximity, with the war and the pain, Ashmedai's sky blue eyes opened wide for just a second in his excitement, peering into his opponent's golden eyes before he narrowed them and began his own attack.

Ashmedai didn't waste time. He lifted his left fore paw, redistributing his weight to his grounded paws, and attempted to slam it down and pin the innermost toes on Diablo's left fore paw, seeking to simultaneously scrape his nails down the brute's left fore leg from the inner elbow down. Ashmedai's jaws would fling open with a boyish laugh as he tilted his head to his right and tucked his neck due to the close proximity, attempting to get a grip on front of the brute's face diagonally from his right brow bone to his left cheek bone. His upper jaw aimed for the top of the right brow bone, canine aimed for the eye, while the lower jaw sought out the left cheekbone. His hope was to gain a grip and be able to crush the brute's eyes out of his head. Was that how it worked? Ash was going to find out!


Ashmedai Vs. Diablo Round 1/2 for FULL BLINDING

The young man came in like a bat out of hell. He would waste no time into jumping into the fray. His orders had been to help give them hell, and so that was exactly what the boy was going to do. Around him fights were already springing up. He would look for an unfamiliar face, any face, not already in battle before deciding what he was going to do. His smoke green gaze would fall on a girl who was literally blue. It made her stick out like a sore thumb, and Naoise would not hesitate in making her his target. Shifting his position he would make a full on charge at the larger creature. Jaws would part, lips snarling as he prepared himself. Ears were pinned, head lowered to align with the spine, eyes narrowed, and shoulders rolled froward. Tail would flag out behind him like a banner, hackles raised along his body. His legs were spread, as were his toes, for a widened stance. Naoise would attempt to close the distance between the two of them. He would attempt to come in head-on, aiming to ram his body into that of the female. Head would tilt upward and back towards his own left, to seek the femme’s throat and hopefully get a hold with his jaws that would handicap her. While Naoise wasn’t completely evil he did want to get these wolves to submit as quickly as possible. Finally he would raise his right foreleg in an attempt to quickly smash down on the inner toes of her right forepaw in hopes of breaking them. Naoise vs Calypsei For Dominance || Round:: 1 / 2? "Talk" "You" Think

Table by:: Shelby

The woman would chuckle as she watched the young man go into his defense stances. However, she would let the young man go first since she was a nice woman like that. She watched him charge toward her, his canines ready to attempt to try and bite her. She chuckled as she shifted her cranium to the side, as well as shifting her body to the side just in time to have the boy's bite only touching air. However, the force from the boy shoving against her breast, causing it to flare up, however, the pain was less than expected and had to be mild. The boy was now close enough to where she could get her attack in, she chuckled and lunged forward, canines lunging forward in attempt to try and sink into the boy's right ear. Her eyes stayed narrowed and her back legs were spread out, but still just enough to attempt to grab his ear. She was ready to show that she could fight, and to make sure that this boy was sorry for ever happening to come across her, she would make that clear. Ylva vs. Shrike For Maim (Right ear) Round 1/2 "Speech"