The young man knew very little about his packmates, other than the fact he was to go patrolling with a girl named Renhett. They both seemed to be fairly new, the other girl speaking in the meeting about a healing position. Well, what a surprise that was. A healer and a fighter.. how exactly was this to work? Einarr would shake his head, a bit disappointed with the outcome of things. Quite frankly he couldn't imagine working with the girl but he would make do with that. It wasn't like she was the worst possible person to go out on a patrol with. Hell, Einarr was sure that any wolf in this pack would do just fine. But it did leave him curious about the rest of the members of the pack and what they were up to. What they were like. He would begin a silent patrol on his own, for now taking the time to get to know the pack lands. He would march on, a silent warrior of massive size, though one with a long way to go in his own eyes. He knew he was not the strongest, having been bested by the Rex was proof of that. Though, in all honesty, had he beaten the alpha he would have thought twice about joining this pack. You needed a strong leader to become strong yourself. He would pause, scenting the air. Imperium scents were all about him. They were strangers, the lot of them. Einarr would breathe in the scents and come to stop, twitching his ears. Perhaps rather than patrol his time would be better spent getting to know his packmates. So, throwing up a howl, Einarr would call for whomever would answer. "Speech"

Mercy was taking a nap not very far away from where the male stood now, pale coat trying to soak up as much heat a she possibly could. Until a very loud, very close howl sounded. Snapping awake, her purple eyes half lidded as she glared in the male's direction. Letting out an irritated growl she rose to her paws, stomping over to the stranger. She had seen him in the meeting, but had never really spoken to him face to face. "Is that really necessary, buddy?" she grumbled, elongated tail idly flicking behind her in her irritation. "We are literally all right here, no need to be so freaking loud." Narrowing her eyes at the younger -- but of course taller -- male, she huffed and flopped to her rump. She was going to just march away and find somewhere else to nap, but now she was wide awake and very grumpy. And where did these giant ass wolves all come from? Was there a secret garden that Valentine just grew extra large wolves? Cause it was starting to piss her off that everyone was taller than her. She was used to being tall, but as soon as she joined Imperium that all changed. Grumbling, she kicked her paws at the ground and kept glaring at the man. Mercy was being a snot ball, she knew that, but she didn't really care. "Why are you being a loud mouth anyways, bored already?" She asked with a sneer, head tilting to the side. She wasn't really a morning person... or a good wolf to wake up. Crank pot Mercy was no fun, but this is what the newbie got to play with. Speech

Oh boy, this was going to be good. There was a fae approaching him, and boy was she a little grumpy gills. Einarr would flick an ear, gaze focusing on the smaller female. “I wasn’t being that loud. Not my fault someone didn’t get enough of her beauty rest when it was time to actually sleep.” His words came in a sharp retort. Einarr was in no mood for her grumy bullshit, and quite frankly he had half a mind to say eff-it and continue his patrol. “However, regardless of what you may feel I was being, I thought it would be good of me to get to know the rest of the pack. If I’m going to be working with you all, and fighting in battle, I’d rather know what I’m dealing with.” Einarr’s words came out hard, his gaze not leaving her for a moment. Eyes were narrowed slightly, and it was clear that he had been irked. “What do they call you, cranky-paws?” "Speech"

His hard retort was met by a snarl from the pale girl, her lips curling back to expose her teeth. Well damn, this boy seemed to have some bite in there too. Her legs spread as she bent her knees, easily falling into a fighters stance. While she made no move to attack him -- yet -- she was prepared. Mercy was in a no bullshit mood, and he was just pissing her off even more. "Those are fighting words, boy, you better be able to back them up with more of a bite. Or are you just all bark?" She snarled back at him, hackles raising along her spine. She knew that Valentine would hardly approve of her fighting with a pack mate, but she was beyond reasoning at the moment. She was straight up ticked off, and wanted to make him bleed as payment. It wasn't hard to make her mad, but it was hard as hell to calm her down. Ear ears pulled away from her skull slightly at his words, there was no harm in meeting pack mates. It was true, to fight by someones side it was always best to know their strengths and weaknesses. Eyes still narrowed, she looked him up and down. "Fair enough, but doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it." She was being a little bitch, but she could dish it as well as take it. Could he? Mercy's brow quirked, it was clear that she was challenging him now, gauging his reaction to her. He called her cranky paws, and she snorted at his lame insult. "Name's Mercy, but don't let its meaning fool you." Speech

Einarr would raise a brow as she moved into a fighter’s stance. Oh wow, so it seemed she wanted to brawl? A smirk would cross onto his face, especially the moment she gave her name. “No no, I get it. You’re name is Mercy because you make other’s scream for Mercy at the end of a fight, am I right?” His words remained cool, and he would move into his own fighting stance, his eyes shining with a light of interest. “You’re an intriguing female, if you don’t mind my saying so. I want to know a little more about you... And seeing as how you are prepared for a scuffle, it seems that you’d be down for the same, hmm?” Einarr would let the words roll off his tongue easily, his anger turning to a calm rage. “Let us dance then. After you, Mercy.” Einarr wanted to see if she was really the sort that would have him regret his words, and be calling for mercy by the end of their fight. Oh yes, he was ready. He had purposely avoided addressing some things, or apologizing, hoping for their fight. There was no better way to learn of someone. Einarr vs Mercy for Spar ||| Round:: 0 / ??? "Speech"

His words were calm and cool, but they still managed to irritate the pale woman to no end. Another snarl left her lips as she eyes him with narrowed purple eyes, the rest of her defenses quickly sliding into place. Her shoulders rolled forward as her head aligned with her spine, chin tucking towards her chest. Lips were pulled back to show her teeth, ears flat against her skull. Her tail rose to align with her spine as well, legs bending slightly as she set each limb and equal distance apart. Toes spread as her claws bit into the earth, ready for anything that this irritating man would toss her way. She laughed when he said that he wanted to know more of her, a single brow rising on her battle ready face. "Not sure if you'll like what you get to know, buddy." she mumbled, determined to not let his oddly aggravating and sweet words get to her. A game, it was all a game! A game that she was more than ready to win. She didn't need an invitation to start the fight, hardly waiting until he had finished speaking until she launched herself at him. Mercy aimed to close the distance between them, her shoulders jutting forward as she aimed to keep them at a head on position. Because of her smaller stature, there was no hope for her to slam against him shoulder to shoulder, so she aimed for either one of her shoulders to meet his chest with a heavy force. Her right shoulder was aimed for the left side of his lower chest, her left shoulder aiming for the right side of his lower chest. She hoped that the impact would be enough to force the breath from his lungs as well as leave some nice bruises, no matter the ones she would most likely get in return. Without pausing Mercy's head tilted towards her own right, nose pointing towards her left as she tried to bring her open jaws upwards and towards Einarr's throat. Mercy aimed for her top jaw to sink into the left side of his neck, about three inches down from his jaw line, while her lower jaw aimed for the center of his throat, about four inches lower than her upper jaw. The woman was hoping to bite in deep enough to give him a wound to remember her by, as well as achieve a grip on the vulnerable area. At the same time she shifted her weight to her own left, her right front leg raising and attempting to snake around the ankle of his left front leg, and with one fluid movement she pulled her own leg back towards her chest. The smaller girl hoped to pull his leg out from under him, hopefully offsetting the larger mans balance. ------------------- MERCY vs EINARR for RAGING HORMONES SPAR Round 1 of 2/3? (you pick! I know you have more going on than me.) Speech

"Not sure if you'll like what you get to know, buddy." Perhaps not, but perhaps he would. There was no telling what sort of sweet things one could learn in battle and, quite frankly, the man was incredibly curious. He would slip into his defensive position, he head lowering to align with his spine. His ears would lay back against his skull, chin tipped forward to protect his throat. Tail would be tucked underneath his body, weight evenly distributed across four limbs in a widened stance. He would bend his legs at the joints, toes spread and claws biting the soil. Lips would part in a snarl, and he would prepare himself for what was to come. The woman would aim to close the distance between them, seemingly at a head-on position. The man would attempt to side stop off to his left by thee steps, off-setting Mercy’s attack. Her right shoulder wound collide with the center of his chest, dead center, and he would feel a sharp pain as a moderate bruise began to form. Her left shoulder would miss his right chest hitting nothing but air instead. Einarr would lower his head further, aiming to push forward into the female as her jaws came at him. Her upper jaw would cross the left top of his head, right above the ear, while the lower jaw stretched down across his cheek. A moderate bite, with some puncturing to boot, but he wasn’t about to let her get a hold. Einarr would push further into Mercy further, feeling pressure where the bruise was, but hopefully, by jutting out the bone of his right shoulder he would be able to dig it in to the sensitive area of her left forechest and cause some further bruising as well. He would raise his left foreleg in addition to this, both the leg of his opponent and his own meeting awkwardly in the air. They would slide past each other, neither really getting a hook before Einarr settled his leg back on the ground and redistributed his weight. Finally, to finish up his attack he would seek to tear his head away from her jaws and aimed lower, seeking her right foreleg where the leg connected with the chest. His upper jaws would seek to grab around the outside of her leg, across the front, while his lower jaws sought to grab the inside of the leg in a painful, holding bite. ---EINARR vs MERCY for RAGING HORMONES SPAR || Round ONE of TWO--- "Speech"

Her full on chest slam would miss, although her right shoulder would sink into the very center of his chest. She felt a minor bruise spread across the front of her own right shoulder from the impact, but it was not nearly enough to slow her down at all. For whatever reason, the male brought his head closer to her jaws, moving her bite from his throat to the left side of his face. Growling, she bit down on her new positioning as hard as she possibly could. Her top jaws were just above his left ear, her bottom jaws cutting into his left cheek. Not wanting to lose a hold she tried to lock her jaws down, before Mercy viciously shook her head back and forth to do further damage. When Mercy's right foreleg missed its mark as well she slammed her paw back down to the ground, adjusting her weight so that it was once again even.  Einarr kept pushing into her but Mercy held solid, shifting her weight to her front legs to stand against his heavier stature. She was far from done with this male, she would leave him with some nice marks to remember her by. Mercy's defenses remained solid, her ears pressed firmly against her skull and her purple eyes remained narrowed. All four legs were bent slightly, toes spread as her claws bit into the terrain. Her tail was still aligned with her spine, weight evenly spread across all four legs. Her shoulders rolled forward, lips curled into a snarl. Mercy tried to keep her legs as evenly spread as possible, refusing to be moved by the larger brute. Size wasn't everything. Einarr tore his face away from Mercy, and she hoped that her teeth left a nice deep mark for that stupid move. He was still pushing into her though, and with a playful smile on her blood stained lips, Mercy attempted to rear upwards, hoping that with his forward momentum he would land on his face underneath her. Her weight adjusted to her hind legs to keep her balanced, her defenses staying in place as best as she could keep them. Her chin tucked towards her chest to protect her exposed vitals, belly muscles tensing just in case he got any ideas. Her front legs tucked towards her chest, avoiding the bite that Einarr had tried to place on her right front leg. Hoping to catch him before he could raise his head again, Mercy's own head tilted towards her left, parting jaws seeking the top of Einarr's muzzle. She hoped to clench her teeth around his upper jaw, giving her full control of his head. Her top jaw were aimed for the right side of his upper jaw, her bottom jaw towards the left side of his upper jaw. Mercy intended to bite down hard and achieve a grip, hoping that her teeth would bite through his thin lips and sink painfully into his upper gums. Her jaws were aimed for the mid point of his upper jaw. At the same time Mercy tried to push her head towards the ground, hopefully tipping Einarr closer to the ground with this force. Her front limbs sought to aid her in her downward push, her left front leg hoping to drape across the right side of his neck as her right front leg did the same to the left side of his neck. Hoping to catch him in a bear hold, Mercy hopefully stopped any movement he intended as well as helping her try to push the larger males front half into the ground. ------------------- MERCY vs EINARR for RAGING HORMONES SPAR Round 2 of 2 Speech

Blood rolled down the left side of his face, deep lacerations that were likely to scar left in the wake of Mercy’s initial attack. Maybe it was crazy, bringing his face closer to her... But perhaps he had wanted to feel the pain. Whatever the reason the damage was done, and the fight would commence now that he had successfully tore his face away from her. Einarr’s own bite would miss it’s intended target as Mercy rose on her hind legs. But Einarr wouldn’t stop coming. His ears remained pinned to his skull, eyes narrowed, and head aligned with his spin. Chin was tipped forward, shoulders rolled, and his hackles remained raised. Tail would fly out behind him in a banner, jaws parted in a snarl. Claws would dig into the earth for traction, weight evenly distributed across spread limbs. This would be a fight that they would remember for certain. Now that Mercy had reared Einarr would attempt to continue coming in low. As he came forward he would feel Mercy’s front legs wrap around the rear half of his body, requiring him to practically throw himself forward to keep from being forced to the ground. Her jaws would also clamp down upon his right hip, drawing blood in another severe wound. Einarr sought to slam himself squarely into her back legs and topple her. He would tilt his head to the left attempting to simultaneously bite into her right inner thigh. His upper jaw would be aimed for the outer part of her thigh, wrapping around the back of her leg, while his bottom jaws sought to clamp down on the inner bit of soft flesh. In addition to his slam he aimed to sweep his left foreleg forward, hook it around the right rear ankle of the female, and pull her leg towards him to aid in, hopefully, toppling her. EINARR versus MERCY for RAGING HORMONES SPAR Round TWO of TWO Ooc:: This fight post is forced and crappy. :/ But after such a long wait I just wanted to get it done so we could get this fight behind us. "Talk" "You" Think

MERCY vs EINARR for SPAR ROUND ONE MERCY: 7 for clarity: -1 “Her right shoulder was aimed for the left side of his lower chest, her left shoulder aiming for the right side of his lower chest.” What part of her shoulders? The sides? The fronts? -1 “Without pausing Mercy's head tilted towards her own right, nose pointing towards her left as she tried to bring her open jaws upwards and towards Einarr's throat.” I can't get this to work even with hand puppets. If she turned her head to her right and then pointed her nose to her left, wouldn't that mean her chin is basically tucked towards her chest/neck? That would mean that the bridge of her nose is pointed towards Einarr making a bite impossible. -1 ”...her right front leg raising and attempting to snake around the ankle of his left front leg...” What part of her leg is she using? 8 for powerplaying. -1 “...hardly waiting until he had finished speaking until she launched herself at him.” It's all a matter of wording; the “at him” make this a minor powerplay. -1 “...and with one fluid movement she pulled her own leg back towards her chest.” You're either assuming your swipe is successful and/or you're not giving you opponent time to react to an attack. 9 for defenses. +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for rolled shoulders +1 for lowered head +1 for tucked chin 0 for snarling +1 for flattened ears +1 for leveled tail +1 for bent knees/elbows +1 for widened stance +1 for spread toes 7 for attack. +1 for left shoulder throw +1 for right shoulder throw +3 for bite +1 for grip +1 for leg swipe 10 for injuries. First round. Mercy's round one total: 41/50 EINARR: 6 for clarity: -1 “...aiming to push forward into the female as her jaws came at him.” I would have liked to see more detail here regarding what is pushing/what is being pushed. Is this an attack? -1 “Einarr would push further into Mercy further...” Same as above -1 “He would raise his left foreleg in addition to this, both the leg of his opponent and his own meeting awkwardly in the air. They would slide past each other, neither really getting a hook before Einarr settled his leg back on the ground and redistributed his weight. ” Why did he raise his leg in the first place? What is the point of this besides using ooc knowledge to avoid an attack? -1 “Finally, to finish up his attack he would seek to tear his head away from her jaws and aimed lower, seeking her right foreleg where the leg connected with the chest.” If her right shoulder is mashed into the center of his chest how can he reach an part of her right foreleg? 9 for powerplaying. -1 “Einarr would push further into Mercy further...” This should have been attempted 9 for defenses. +1 for lowered head +1 for flattened ears +1 for tucked chin +1 for tucked tail +1 for distributed weight +1 for widened stance +1 for bent legs +1 for spread toes +1 for claws digging in 0 for snarl 5 for attack. +1 for shoulder throw +3 for bite +1 for grip 10 for injuries. First round. Einarr's round one total: 39/50 ROUND TWO MERCY: 9 for clarity: -1 “...her left front leg hoping to drape across the right side of his neck as her right front leg did the same to the left side of his neck.” Where on his neck? Closer to his jawline? His shoulders? 7 for powerplaying. -1 “Growling, she bit down on her new positioning as hard as she possibly could.” This should have been attempted. -1 “Not wanting to lose a hold she tried to lock her jaws down, before Mercy viciously shook her head back and forth to do further damage.” The head shake hinges on her biting down and keeping her hold, so this should have been attempted too. -1 “At the same time Mercy tried to push her head towards the ground, hopefully tipping Einarr closer to the ground with this force.” The usefulness of this hinges on Mercy first getting a grip on Einarr's muzzle which makes this a minor powerplay. 9 for defenses. +1 for each seen to 9. Did not include snarling. 5 for attack. +3 for bite +1 for grip +1 for bear hug 9 for injuries. -1 for minor bruise to right shoulder Mercy's round two total: 39/50 EINARR: 6 for clarity:   -1 “As he came forward he would feel Mercy’s front legs wrap around the rear half of his body...” Where on the rear half of his body? -1 “Her jaws would also clamp down upon his right hip...” Where on his right hip? -1 “Einarr sought to slam himself squarely into her back legs...” What's he slamming with? His shoulders? His chest? -1 “He would tilt his head to the left...” Whose left? 10 for powerplaying. None seen! 7 for defenses. +1 for pinned ears +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for lowered head +0 for chin tipped forward +1 for rolled shoulders +1 for hackles raised +0 for banner-like tail +0 for snarling +1 for claws dug in +1 for weight distributed 6 for attack. +2 for slam +3 for bite +1 for swipe 4 for injuries. -3 for severe lacerations to face -3 for severe bite to right hip Einarr's round two total: 33/50 Totals: MERCY: 80/100 EINARR: 72/100 And the winner is... Mercy!! Einarr must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Damage: Mercy: Minor bruising will take 2 ooc days to heal Einarr:   Bruising will take 2 ooc days to heal Severe lacerations/punctures will take 2 ooc weeks to heal Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): For both: I think pretty much everything is in the notes above. Good fight guys! - By [Lazuli]