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Play fighting with his siblings hadn't gotten a bit boring - and of course with his lessons with Kakashi Rivaxorus had been thinking to himself. How was he supposed to get better if he was to wait for someone in the pack to teach him? Every adult was busy as was, so the boy had to find another way to train his mind and body. Which had brought him to this place, the battlefield. It wasn't his first time here - having seen imperium in all their glory after the challenge they made. However he was not going to show any fear. He was already large for his age, almost a year old and yet towering over his siblings. Yet size didn't always matter, so he raised his head in a voice to call for an opponent.

Rivaxorus hoped nothing troubling came of this, he wanted to get stronger. In order to do so he had to hone his skills. Solid gray tail flicking behind him, the eyepatch that marked him as his mothers child turned around the land. It smelt of blood and dirt - as it should he would assume. What kind of opponent would he run into? And what could he learn from them, that would stick into his brain for future use for the prince.  

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN

Eridanus 'Adahy' Sterling

It was high time that he showed his scarred face again, and as his paws touched the soil of the Battlefield once again, he settled into a comfortable soldier's tread; head and tail dropping to hold level with his shoulders and hips, aligning his spine neatly as he crossed the rolling bloodstained hills, ignoring the old bones of those long fallen in battle, circling the area until he heard a call for a fight. The voice was young, even if it might have come from a large wolf. Automatically, his path veered toward the call, paws quickening the pace into an easy, languid trot. Eridanus had done his stretches before coming out here, and the traveling pace had kept his muscles warmed and elastic, and he was already primed for action by the time he reached the wolf that would be today's opponent. Molten dual toned eyes took in the boy, for that was what this wolf, though very much larger than himself, was. The pup was nearly a year, it seemed. Danus' paws settled into an easy stance, squared, toes spreading for added balance as he stopped at a distance of approximately ten feet from the boy. He finally spoke, voice calm. "You came to learn?" To fight, obviously, and learning would come with the fighting. "I do not hold blows, even for pups. You have been warned." With that, he lunged forward, seeking to swiftly close that ten feet of distance at a head on charge. Head and tail flowing at a level with his spine, hackles rising from the base of his skull to the base of his tail to provide a fluffy barrier against teeth, while his shoulders rolled forward to guard his neck at the base, and his neck scrunched back to roll his scruff into a protective barrier of flesh and fat over his vertebrae and nerves. His chin tucked over his throat, ears pinning, face pulling into a menacing, silent snarl that joined his narrowed eyes, teeth bared, jaws parting slightly. His toes remained spread for balance, claws digging against the soil for traction, which would aid in mobility. His paws fell in a balanced cadence, spreading his weight equally to each limb. He veered slightly to his own right - Rivaxorus' left - and sought to drive the bony point of his left shoulder into the center of the pup's chest, at the base of the trachea, seeking to bruise and drive the wind out of his young opponent, as well as perhaps staggering him with the force, while simultaneously, his head tipped to his own right and upward, jaws parting and seeking to clamp shut on the left side of Rivaxorus' head, upper canines seeking a grip over the top of the left ear, while his lower canines strove to grip under Rivaxorus' left lower jaw bone. Danus wished to obtain a strong hold with which he could better control his larger if less experienced opponent's head and remove a threat of the boy's teeth, and cause painfully distracting damage in the form of lacerations with his teeth, while his weight shifted fluidly onto his other three legs as his left front paw sought to rise and smash down on Rivaxorus' left front paw, seeking to bruise and perhaps sprain the toes as he sought to drive his weight into the stomp. He had not been lying when he'd said he never held his blows. This was the most effective way to learn, in his opinion. Pain was more memorable, and the mistakes that caused it would be better remembered, and avoided. -:: Eridanus vs Rivaxorus for Spar ::- Round 1/3 Defenses: Attacks: Injuries: Extra Notes: Three rounds okay? (Favorite round count) Also forgive any spelling errors: WordPad has no spellchecker. Such horror.

While Rivaxorus had never been in a real fight before, he had seen one. Triggers in the back of his head pulled him to remind himself that he was a survivor. There was a strict law in the world, if you lose you could die. If he just thought of it that way then maybe he would take on his lessons and apply them in any situation. The male who approached him, he didn't give any introduction. Rivaxorus automatically settled his ears to the back of his skull, bending his knees to absorb any shock and to be mentally prepared. As he pulled back his lips to bare off his young canine's strong and shiny white as a tell tale sign of his age. The back of his mind said thanks for the warning, but after that it was all blank. His eyes narrowed, dilated pupils staring at his opponent. Chin tucking to his chest and tail leveling out with his spine. His shoulders rolled inward to make his body more compact - he could feel his heart starting to pump adrenaline through his body increasing the rate in which it was beating. His toes spread out into the sand and his scruff scrunched forward to make a protective layer towards the back side of his neck, that was when the attack came. Rivaxorus made a slide to the right, moving at least a foot using his right front paw to make them at a near right angle. Swinging his hips to the right as well, he took a step forward for good measure towards Danus' left side. Danus' left shoulder missed the boy's chest, managing to scrape past Riv's own left shoulder only to leave a mild bruise. His teeth came crashing down on the boy's left shoulder. Making him growl feeling that kind of pain for the first time sent his head in a daze. Danus left a half inch wound into his left shoulder where it connected with his neck, not a very mild wound as Rivaxorus held his ground. The paw slam from Danus' left also aimed at Rivaxorus own left paw was met with Riv redistributing his weight on his other three paws. Lifting his left paw he attempted to hook it around Danus' left to pull it out from underneath him(counter). Jaws parting they tilted towards his own Right, aiming for Danus' left side just behind the shoulder where his ribcage began. His upper teeth aiming closer to his back as his lower jaw attempted to hook just below the elbow, hoping to crack or bruise ribs with its force. His tail acting as a rudder to keep his balance as he aimed to push his body forward to the taller male keeping his knees bent in order to be spring ready for any other attacks. His back legs holding strong to the larger weight of the other. If Danus wasn't going to hold back the boy wasn't going to either. 1/3 Danus v Riv for SPAR. ooc: Bri has got my skype for questions ^w^ You can also pm me. "Talk" "You" Think

And the winner is...

RIVAXORUS! Due to Eridanus not posting in the allotted time the fight has been defaulted in Rivaxorus' favor. Eridanus must now give up by either submitting, fleeing or passing out and Rivaxorus is free to lord it over him.