OOC;//
Teams are as follows :
Team Raba: Bass, Harmony, Hansel, Félicien, Starling, Shrike, Kakashi, Lillianna, Allen and Zell.

Team Lark: Tinaro, Sparrow, Arkay, Dart, Decim, Sandpiper, Calypsei, Tordo, Vali and Quake.

Each fight I would suggest to keep around two rounds. War defaults are two days, but since I feel like I cannot be strict with this one because I'm not super active right now. I don't want to take forever, I WOULD like a default time picked between the two players. So when you post your rounds, I would like to see a default time posted there as well. Please don't be crazy and go a week or two, like I said most fights should be two rounds. No maims or DM's, obviously. Once a character is knocked out, they are out of the fight. A winner may take on ONE other wolf after their victory. A winning side will be decided based on knock outs.

He knew that the news of Finch had rattled his pack, and he had decided for a search party to go out before he called the practice war. He knew that members would not be in the right mind to fight properly if they were thinking about the poor little girl lost out there. So when they had returned, he gave them a day to rest before he made his way to the muddy Thicket. He stood on one side of the clearing that they had picked for this reason, standing with the Karabela's side of the fight. He had told his members that they could chose to hide in the shadows and attack in secret, or do an outright front line battle. He chose to not hide himself, standing in the clearing and looking around with slightly narrowed eyes. He had not seen a wolf yet on his way here, the slightly dry clearing was so coated in paw prints that it was hard to tell what was new and what were old. White tail swayed behind him slightly, the anticipation of the coming fights boiling in his blood. Thoughts of his missing daughter were still clouding the back of his mind, and he tried his hardest to remain focused. Time to get this all started. "SPEAK!"

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Tip... toe... tip... toe. Váli made sure every step was soft and quiet, her fur barely brushing the leaves of the undergrowth. She made certain to stay downwind, but she had her target: Bass. A sly grin would cross her muzzle as she neared even closer. She could eel her blood boiling in her veins, the excitement making her eye sparkle as she paused twenty feet away, hopefully hiding in the thicket. She was facing Bass' left shoulder directly; if there was a circle, the way Bass and Váli were positioned would create 1/3 of the circle, with Bass at the 12 o'clock position and Váli at the 4 o'clock position.

It was then she set her defenses. Her ears pulled back, eyes narrowing. Her tail would flag behind her, even with her back, and she'd spread her legs evenly, her knees bending for balance and toes spreading as well. Her claws would dig in, as well. Her shoulders would roll forward, her chin also tucking. To complete the piece, her lips would peel back in a snarl and her hackles would rise.

She'd attempt to leap towards Bass head-on, her left shoulder jutting forward to try and nail him an inch directly above the armpit of his left shoulder, where the leg and chest split, to try to cause a decent amount of bruising in that muscle. At the same time, she would lean forward and try to sink her jaws in the meaty portion of Bass' left shoulder, her upper jaws seeking the skin near the back of his left shoulder, and her lower jaw aiming to sink in two and a half inches directly below that to try and grip. It was then she'd try to shift her weight onto her other three paws, spread evenly, by lifting her right front paw and trying to slam it down on the toes of Bass' left front leg in an attempt to bruise them badly. She was going to get him good, or she'd go down trying.

"Speech"

VÁLI vs. BASS for DOMINANCE
ROUND I/?

Harmony is Team Raba. Go team go.

As amusing as it would probably be for the younger wolves of the pack to see their oldest healer stumbling and crashing through brambles trying to be sneaky, Harmony knew her strengths did not lie in sneaking around so she opted to show up to the war training in the open without concealment. If it came to her being in a war, she'd likely be on the defending side anyway so there was little reason to practice an ambush skill she just did not possess. She skirted up beside her brother and offered him a playful smile, but a younger female through herself at him - she laughed lightly to herself at the implication of those particular words and winked at her brother as she moved out of the way to let them room to fight, and settled herself to wait quietly for an opponent of her own.

The man moved, heading towards the designated spot where the practice war was to take place. It had him wondering how all of this was going to play out. He had not been there for the war against Hellstrom, and so the workings of the war were something he wasn’t sure of. But something had Allen feeling uneasy about this whole idea. It wasn’t that he didn’t approve, or didn’t trust Bass... Maybe he was just thinking things a little too far. They had to be ready for anything, right? They were a mercenary pack after all. Yeah, keep it simple. Allen would arrive to find that Bass was already in a spar. No maims, no breaks, no death. He reminded himself, telling his mind how this was different than your average war. He would be settled now that he was on the field, hardly any of the opposite side showing their faces as of yet. Allen would dig his claws into the earth, ears folding back against his skull and eyes narrowing. He was ready to show Bass that he was going to be there, and, more importantly, he was going to be ready. ""

Bass missed her white coat hidden among the tall grasses, his eyes were on his sister at the moment. Offering her a grin he leaned over and nuzzled her cheek, just as slight movement caught his eye. He did not miss Harmony's wink as he turned his head around to face his attacker, defenses quickly falling into place. His ears pinned against his head as his chin lowered towards his chest, tail and head both moving to align with his spine. Legs were set an equal distance apart, toes spread as his claws bit into the loose ground. Hackles rose as his shoulders rolled forward, yellow eyes narrowing as he met her similar coloured gaze. Vali. Bass couldn't help but smirk, even though it was quickly replaced with a snarl. He stood calmly as he watched her approach, not aiming to move and allowing her to come at him head on. Bass jutted his own shoulders forward, but at the last moment he attempted to rear his top half upwards, aiming for his legs to be about 5 inches off the ground. Her shoulder attack missed, bite just narrowly missing his raised upper half, her paw slamming uselessly back onto the earth. Bass chuckled, how easy it was to avoid all attacks with one simple move, a move that he used over and over again. His weight shifted back towards his hind legs, aiming to keep himself completely balanced. The pale man did not wait long to make a move of his own, his head tilting towards his left as his jaws parted. Bass aimed to lower himself on top of Vali, his front legs reaching out for her shoulders. He aimed to wrap his right font leg across her left shoulder, his left front leg aimed to wrap across her right shoulder. Bass hoped to keep her in a bear hug, as well as apply pressure as he tried to lower himself further to the ground. At the same time he aimed to sink his jaws into the back of her neck, about two inches from the top of her skull. His top jaw was aimed for the right side of her upper neck, his bottom jaw for the left side. He aimed to sink his teeth in and obtain a grip on her head, hoping that he could help use this grip to push her into the dirt. ----------------- BASS vs VALI for DOMINANCE Round 1 of 2 Default time : 3 days (unless Kea's power gets knocked out.) OOC;// Terrible post is terrible, I'm sorry. D: "SPEAK!"

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Team Raba! Whoo! Starling was always intrigued with fighting, ever since his first season. He had never been any good at it, that was just a fact. He constantly stumbled and fell over his feet, he would never be a fluid and good warrior like his father and Lark. But his mind was sharp, and he had learned the fundamentals. He knew the defenses, knew how to play the game, but his body just didn't support it. So he was kind of...nervous standing on Raba's side of the war, taking a deep breath to try and calm his anxieties. He stared across the way, choosing to stand at his father's side and wait patiently for the opponents to come along to start the war. When Vali showed up, he saw her eyeing his father, and he quickly sidestepped to get out of their way. He smiled towards his Aunt Harmony before sighing and looking back, wondering who was out there for him to fight. Maybe he and Lillie could have a spar. He did owe her for that bite she caused. With a gentle shake of his head, he tried to focus, to keep his sister's disappearance at the back of him mind, his own...everything. Stella was out there looking, anyways, so he would know within a second if she was found, so instead he decided to stay in reality, and focus on this mock war, wondering who he was going to fight. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

Oh gods...why did she have to do this? She knew nothing about fighting, had never done it or taken lessons or anything! Her uncle had asked if she wanted to practice, but she had been too hesitant. So she had shied away from learning. Now though, she was trying to sneak through the thickets, but who was she kidding? She wasn't sneaky. Her nerves were acting up, definitely nervous about this whole thing. With rapid breathing, she walked somewhat loudly to where she figured others would gather. And as she neared, she arrived in the clearing to find Bass already in a spar with someone she didn't know, and it made her all the more jittery. Her tail tucked beneath her as her ears flattened uncertainly to her head, crimson eyes watched them for a moment before she finally saw Starling. Would he be nervous too? slowly, she slunk towards him...unsure as to how to proceed. She approached Starling, peering cautiously at him and remained on her toes in case someone decided to come flying out at her. "Um..I-I don't k-know what t-t-to do.." Pursing her lips for a moment, she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She was only really comfortable around Star, Bass, and her uncle..."C-can we be p-partners?" QUAKE VS STAR for Spar Round 0/? "SPEAK"

Félicien would approach the battlefield with Sophitia observing from the skies. His friend has a small bundle of herbs clutched in her talons, ready to help the male once his fight ended. He was eager to begin, yet, at the same time, he wondered if this was really the best time to be having a practice war. But he would not question Bass; he was sure everything was being timed the way it was for a reason. He just hoped everything would end up being alright. Settling upon the makeshift battlefield he would wait for more opponents on Lark’s side to show. He couldn’t very well start a fight with one of his comrades, now could he? "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

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The youth moved with purpose towards the gathering spot for the fake war. It was, well, going to be interesting and he had a very important job to do. It was Noen who would judge the fights, making sure no one cheated and tried to get in more fights than they were supposed to. On top of that, once all was said and done, he’d be helping wolves with their wounds. It was, in his opinion, a big job. Even if he wasn’t going to fight he still had an important role to play in this false war. Noen would sit down, seeing that it was mainly members from Team Raba, rather than Team Lark, who were showing up and without opponents. Bass it seemed already had his paws full with a fight though, and it seemed Starling and the dark girl with red eyes were arranging something? The young male would wiggles with slight excitement, waiting for more fights to begin.

GO TEAM LARK! Unlike others who had decided to use the element of surprise, Tinaro had settled with more of a direct battle. He stood tall on their pretend frontline beside the ebony pup who was politely asking Starling to spar. A smile crept to his features, recalling his first spar with the healer. The expression soon faded as scanned the other team's wolves, settling into a defensive stance. An alabaster woman had already claimed the leader - lucky! Oh well, there were plenty of other canines he could pick...or be picked by. His senses remained alert and wary, knowing that his opponent may sneak up from an unexpected angle. ooc: just putting this out there that I'm flexible with deadlines as long as it doesn't drag out for too long <3 "SPEAK"

This was all so exciting! Granted Karabela had mixed feelings after learning of Finch's disappearance. Part of her felt they should get to searching right away but another part was far to keen on the practice siege to let the thoughts consume her. After all, she wasn't terribly close to Finch and with the scent trail cold she didn't know enough of the girls habits to be of any help. She'd leave that to those that knew the girl best, they'd be far more efficient in locating her. In the mean time it was time to fight!

Karabela gazed at those that had arrived, taking in the fray before her, eyes searching for a possible opponent. She grinned at seeing Tinaro but she also kept an eye out for Lark. Was it traditional for alphas, or team leaders, in this case to battle each other? Did they care about traditions? She remained alert, waiting for someone to attack her but if she wasn't involved in a fight soon she had a few nice options for targets.

"Speech"

Decim had been to plenty of these before, but not every one was the same. Highly considering this pack was different from his home. Derived from royalty he was no stranger to war. The male smiled lightly, standing among his own even if they didn't know him too well just yet. His black tail flicked behind him as he kept on high alert. He wouldn't attack first for the chance that he knew it was a mock. There would be no life in danger here, but he couldn't hold back either. It would be strange to see him smiling through this but it did fill him with joy if anything at all. Decim's paws spread out into the terrain. Eyes making sure he knew who was who, what's worse was he didn't know anything about his team mates. Another reason he decided not to rush into things. His tail leveled out with his spine and his hackles raised in preparation. All he could think of was, let the games begin. This would be good practice. "Talk"

Arkay was eager to get onto the battlefield, he was ready to test his skills! He'd gotten a tiny bit of instruction from his dad before they had left, and Feli had been eager to show him what he knew. He'd heard a story about the raid that had happened in Threar, and how Feli had been brave and the only wolf to win a fight. Arkay was determined to be strong and brave like Feli and his dad. So as he ran into the practice war he had his chest puffed up and his head held high. He was ready for his first spar. Mostly. While he looked confident on the outside the boy was a little more than nervous internally. This was his first real fight after all, so his eyes would rove over the possible opponents. Speaking of his somewhat- mentor... Felicien stood waiting for an opponent to appear and Arkay would eagerly give him what he wanted. The boy would rush up eagerly, his tail wagging and his grin goofy before he realized he should have been much more serious about what was going on. He'd screw up his face as he tried to suppress his grin, but it wasn't really working. "Feli! I'm gonna fight you!" He'd proclaim, not quite understanding the whole 'war' thing. Still, he did know to get his defenses into place, and slowly his grin would look more focused than goofy. Arkay v. Felicien for dominance round 0/2 "Speech"

Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Her attacks missed and Bass was raised above her. Vali would take a half step to the left (moving only her front paws, putting her at an acute angle with Bass - about 30 degrees. She lunge at the same time she , hind legs kicking powerfully to get out from underneath Bass. She lunged towards her left, her head and body emerging from under Bass  Her only thought was to get away from the much bigger male - something she barely succeeded as Bass thudded down on the ground. Thankfully, due to her lunge, the bear hug failed, his jaws snapped shut on thin air.

She'd reset her defenses rapidly, fur fluffing up, eyes narrowing, ears flattening, her lips peeling in a snarl to protect her gums and bare her teeth, her shoulders rolled forward to scrunch her neck, her chin tucked, her legs spread evenly apart, her knees bent, her tail flagged behind her for balance, her paws splayed, and her toes dug into the ground.

She wasn't sure she had enough time to attack, though. She'd attempt to spin, though, hind legs shuffling as her front paws moved to spring her around to her left a full 180 degrees. She'd try to sink her jaws into Bass' side, her upper jaws seeking the upper part of his upper rib cage (upper rib cage, near the spine), her lower jaws seeking two and a half inches directly below that. She'd attempt to scrape her jaws painfully across his ribs, in hopes of decently severe damage and to hinder him. It was all she had time for, too.

Okay, yeah, maybe she had to work on her fighting a bit. It appeared she was... rusty.

"Speech"

VÁLI vs. BASS for DOMINANCE
ROUND II/II

Other Abaven members would slowly begin to show. Those on “Team Lark” were finally making an appearance, though Félicien didn’t move to immediately challenge any of them. He was considering his options, however, when Arkay would trot up to him. The boy seemed eager to begin his first real fight, and Féli couldn’t help but allow a smile to come over his face. Sure this moment in time was meant to be serious, but seeing how excited the other was he couldn’t help but let some of that tension go. “Very well, Arkay.” Félicien would rumble. He’d start to set up his defenses by aligning his head with his spine, his tail being tucked underneath his body. Ears would fold back against his skull, eyes would narrow, and shoulders would be rolled for. Félicien would scrunch his neck, spread his legs, and distribute his weight across his four limbs. Claws would bite into the soul, hackles raised, and knees bent in readiness. “I’ll give you the first move. Now come at me!” Félicien versus Arkay for Spar Round Zero of Two Default Time:: Three Days / Normal Ooc:: Sorry about making you have the first move Kat! I’m just not feeling that great. :c "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

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The young man would follow the others after the meeting, wondering which side would come out on top of this practice war. Shrike was a bit surprised that Karabela had chosen him, rather his brother. But no matter! Regardless of which team he was on Shrike was determined to do his best. This would, he thought, be treated just as a real war would. Just without the chance of someone getting seriously hurt. Practice would make them perfect for the real deal! The young man arrived feeling mighty confident in himself. Aww yeah he was about to throw down! Eyes would scan for the members of the other team. It didn’t seem like he had many options left to choose from. Tinaro or Decim. Everyone else was either already engaged or had yet to arrive. Breathing out of his nose slowly the brute would decide on his target. Tinaro. It was time to rumble. Shrike would approach his chosen opponent and stop with a good eight feet of distance between them. He’d raise his voice, calling out to the other; “Tinaro! I’m going to be your opponent.” With that said he’d buckle down and throw up his defenses. He would leave the first move to the other young man. SHRIKE versus TINARO for PRACTICE WAR SPAR Round ZERO of TWO Default Time::: Normal / Three Days "Speech"

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Team Raba! Whoo! Starling would blink in surprise as Quake stepped right up to him and asked his permission to spar. He couldn't help the fond smile to touch his lips before he quickly nodded. "I-I'm not very g-good at sparring e-either." He admitted in a hush. This was supposed to be a war, after all, not a chat. But he couldn't just let her go off and fight someone else. He remembered his first spar and he had really failed at it, quite badly actually, but he hadn't had much training before hand. So he quickly ducked his head down so that he could whisper to her quickly. "C-copy what I do, okay? D-did you ever p-play f-fight with y-your brother? This i-is just like that. I w-wont hurt you, and I c-can teach you how t-to heal up b-battle wounds after." He promised with a gentle grin, his blue eyes sparkling before he took a step back. He'd have to explain it all to her after, but there was no time now. His body quickly flowed into a defensive stance, his head lowering to protect his throat and his chin tucking for that added protection. Jaws parted and his eyes narrowed. His ears pulled back slowly, and he watched her, hoping she was following suite. The fur along his back began to rise along with his hackles, and his legs shifted into a shoulder wide stance. His knees bent and the elbows on his forelegs softened to allow him to sink closer to the ground. Tail tucked beneath him as he massaged his toes and claws into the earth. He watched her, waiting for her to copy his stance before he'd give her a subtle nod, allowing her the first move. His father may not be happy with him later on, this was a practice war after all, but he couldn't do that to her. Maybe his next fight would be a lot more serious... Starling v Quake Round 0 / 2? Normal default time "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

ooc. no worries keno, i like the first move

Felicien's attention was easy enough to acquire, and he couldn't help the grin that continued to linger on his maw. This was it! He was really about to take on his cousin turned father figure. He'd try his hardest to concentrate, taking in a deep breath he'd find himself putting his defenses into place. Lowering his ears, narrowing his gaze, he'd feel the hackles all along his neck stand on end. He'd align his neck with his spine and his tail would straighten out behind him. Rolling his shoulders as he bent his knees, centered his weight, and spread his toes apart. He'd tuck his chin as his bright tangerine gaze looked for the best opening. Arkay was easily Feli's size by his ninth month of life, but even with how even they were he was a little uncertain about his first move. They were roughly five feet from one another, so Arkay wouldn't have much distance to close. He'd feel the muscles in his hind end coil, for a long moment he'd be still. The boy would aim to suddenly spring at his cousin, he'd want to close the distance, veering only slightly towards his right as he aimed for Feli's left side.(from Arkay's view he would be going right, from Feli's view he would be veering left) The slightly bigger boy would open his jaws, wanting to land them on the left side of Feli's face.(Feli's perspective) His top jaw would seek out the left forehead, above his eye and before his ear, while the bottom jaw sought the middle of his left upper jaw and cheek bone. Arkay would want to feel his teeth sink in as he sought to take a hold of and control his opponent's face. At the same time he'd want to use the momentum he'd gained to shove the broad part of his chest into Feli's upper left shoulder. He wanted to avoid the sharp point and really get the broad part of the scapula (shoulder blade). With the hopeful face hold he'd want to cause some serious bruising from impact. In addition he'd aim to keep his opponent close, shifting his weight from the chest slam he'd put 65% of his weight to his back legs as he aimed to wrap his front paws around Feli's neck. The right arm back around Feli's neck and spine while the left would seek out around the bottom of his throat to opposite shoulder. Arkay v. Felicien for dominance round 1/2 "Speech"

As Bass reared up, Vali was able to leap under his reared upper half, ending up on his right side. All of his attacks missed, and he let out a massive growl as his front limbs slammed back on the ground. Quickly he adjusted his weight, spreading it evenly to all four limbs. His toes spread as his claws dug into the muddy ground, legs set an equal distance apart. Ears remained pinned back to his skull, head and tail aligning with his spine as his chin tucked towards his chest. Shoulders rolled forward as his hackles remained ridged, yellow eyes still narrowed into thin slits. His lips curled upwards away from his teeth, bunching more loose skin around his eyes to protect them further. Vali was faster than he could have imagined, and before Bass could turn to face her he felt the sharp bite of her teeth against his right side, along the upper part of his rib cage, just behind his right shoulder. He flinched as her teeth dragged across his skin, tearing into his flesh to leave behind moderate lacerations. She did not achieve a grip on him, and even though he was bleeding freely at least she couldn't do more damage. From all of Vali's movement, her head was pointed at his right shoulder, her rump just to the right of his own. (Diagram provided by Kea : link.) Bass turned his head towards his own right, jaws parting as he attempted to catch Vali's muzzle within his grasp. His top jaw aimed for the mid point of the bridge of her nose, his lower jaw aiming for the underside of her muzzle. Bass tried to gain a solid hold on her mouth, hopefully gaining control of her head as well as temporarily blocking her breathing, as her mouth and nose would be within his mouth. (Pretty much like this image here : link.) At the same time he shifted his weight to his right side, trying to slam the outer portion of his right shoulder into the left side of her face, trying to hit her eye to stun the girl. He did not take any steps to achieve this movement, as her face had been rather close to his right shoulder. ----------------- BASS vs VALI for DOMINANCE Round 2 of 2 Default time : 3 days (unless Kea's power gets knocked out.) ooc;// Probably the worst fight I've done ever. Arin approved edit, I forgot to change the rounds. "SPEAK!"

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What a surprise! His opponent didn't even sneak up on him, just called out to him. His emerald gaze rested on a smaller male; Shrike was his name, wasn't it? Another one of Bass' children? Either way he felt relieved his fight would be more of a direct one. Now he didn't have to worry about being attacked from the behind, however that was an ability he'd have to work on for the future. For now he'd make the most of this spar, hoping to use his larger size to his advantage. He readied his body into a fighting stance. Head lowered to align with spine, limbs planted an even distance apart, toes splayed, claws dug into the earth, legs slightly bent, hackles raised, abdominal muscles tightened and chin tucked. The defences came almost naturally to him, and he could feel the adrenaline returning to his veins after being deprived for so long. He missed the feeling of his heart pounding and heaving breaths, and was indeed glad to get into the experience once more. Yes, he would enjoy this. It appeared the first move was his, and without hesitation, he would charge towards the other male head-on, narrowing his eyes and allowing his tail to streak behind him. He would attempt to close the distance of eight feet between them, and whilst doing so he would drop his right shoulder and attempt to drive the bony part into Shrike's throat, seeking to strike the trachea. He hoped to bruise the male, if not knock the wind out of him and cripple his breathing. Redistributing his weight onto his left side, he would attempt to ram the centre of his chest into the bony part of Shrike's right shoulder. He hoped these two body-slams would work hand-in-hand, though he was aware of the bruising bound to come on his own end. Simultaneously he would tilt his head to his (Tinaro's) right and bring his jaws down in an attempt to grip the right side of the other male's face. Upper canines sought to land just above Strike's right ear and lower canines on the right side of Strike's jawbone. TINARO vs Shrike for PRACTICE WAR SPAR Round ONE of two "SPEAK"