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It was time that the two Alphas of Celestial got down to bettering their skills and stamina when it came to fighting. In the event of a challenger eyeing Celestial as a possible target, he wanted both of them ready to withstand a long fight for their pack. It was more than pride on the line; it was their home, and the stability of their family and their friends. Wolves who had chosen to make this place their home and depended on their leaders to beat off any threat. So he’d chosen the place that most resembled the footing on the Battlefield for today’s first power spar. It was on the Plains, but not at the usual place for spars. He would have liked it to have been pouring rain, or snowing heavily, but the Summer was proving, already, to be brutal. The heat skyrocketed during the days, and even the nights weren’t all that cool. It was a dry, hot early Summer, and it only felt as though it would get hotter. Still, in the event that a challenge came during a brutal Summer day, he thought it would help them to work on their fighting stamina. He raised his head, howling for Faite, tail flagging behind him as his muzzle dropped again and he waited for his sibling to arrive.

It was so unnaturally hot outside. Even the nights werent offering much relief anymore and the girl pitied heavier furred wolves. Her own dark pelt seemed to be soaking up the suns rays like a sponge and she was glad for her thinner coat. The sun was energy draining and she was more than glad they had a lake nearby. With heat like this they all needed to stay hydrated. She was debating on whether or not to go visit her mother to see how she was doing when Regulus' summoning howl caught her attention. Dark ears flicked towards the noise and she paused for just a brief moment. Whatever it was it sounded important. So with the typical smile on her face she set off to find him. It didn't take her long and her larger brother's huge crimson form was easy to spot from a distance. She padded easily up to him, tail waving languidly behind her, and she nuzzle his face. "Hey Regulus, what's up?"She'd question him, pulling away from him as she sat back on her haunches. Walk, "Talk" Think

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Regulus wasn’t left waiting for long until his sister and co-alpha responded, her earth and silver form approaching quickly. He grinned as she approached, a monumental paw rising to scruff playfully over her head, his own heavily furred tail waving in response as he answered her greeting, and query with a chuckle. “I felt it was time to work on sparring. I owe you one, in any case. We need to work on our stamina and skills. If anyone challenges for Celestial, you and I are the ones who must answer, and the challenger will not have an easy fight. We need to be able to outlast and out fight any who wishes to take our home and scatter our family and friends.” As he spoke, his tone became more serious, eyes intent upon his littermate. Once he felt she had an understanding, he grinned. “Let’s saaay, we go until one of us drops, eh?” He suggested as he sought to move away to a distance of ten feet, seeking to face her head on as he rolled his shoulders and gave his frame a shake to settle things into place, pendant and chain jingling lightly as he grinned challengingly at his smaller sibling. “Let’s see what we can do.” He’d been itching to spar for a while now, and here, he finally would get some action. Or… at least he hoped he would, and that she was feeling up to the test.

Ritsy hummed to himself, for the most part in the hot months he kept to himself in this pack. None of these wolves were as interested as the pretty lady who kidnapped him. KIDNAPPED HIM. He let out a wheezed laugh as he trotted along. Once it got colder perhaps he would try to leave, either way the to year old male seemed to have stumbled across something interesting. There was a fight! A fight! He jumped up and down and approached quickly wiggling his half of a tail as he fell into a play bow. "Beat him up Faite, beat up the big red!" he yelled out in excitement as he would flop down on his stomach to watch. He rolled out his tongue and panted. Blood would be spilled and he wanted to see it. He wondered if it would match the color of the big red's fur. "Talk"

He grinned at her before pawing at her head and she ducked, ears flattening, as she let out a laugh of her own. Ears would perk forward again as he offered an answer and she found herself intrigued. A spar certainly sounded like fun. She still needed to work on sparring larger opponents and Regulus were certainly bigger than her mother so that meant she could focus on her weaknesses and learn how a large wolf moved. Not to mention the fact she needed to be able to defend her home in a challenger came so she nodded. "Going till one of us drops sounds fun." She grinned. She knew in a real fight that wouldn't be as great, but for now it seemed like good practice. He backed off to ten feet to give them some distance. She let her own defenses slide into place as he did so. Her head lowered and she tucked her chin closer to her throat while her ears flattened against her head. Legs spread apart and splayed to grip the earth. She let her tail flag out parallel to the ground as she aligned her spine to keep herself straight as she faced Regulus. The hair along her neck and spine rose and shoulders rolled forward as the skin bunched up around her neck. Lastly she narrowed her eyes and bunched the skin around her eyeballs for the extra padding. She had debated on giving him the first move, but then she decided against it. She let the muscles in her legs tense as she prepared herself before she took off at a run. She aimed to close the distance between them. Rather than rushing him head on like a larger wolf would do, she angled to her left, his right, as she aimed to skim past him to get to his hind end. Her tail would tuck now to make it less of a target as she aimed to bite at his side near the point of the hip met the rib cage, assuming he hadn't moved himself yet. Ritsy was all but forgotten, she hadn't even really notice him arrive, as she focused. Faite vs Regulus for Spar Round 1 of 6 ooc: Bri and I agreed on ten feet between them and 6 rounds. Walk, "Talk" Think

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

Regulus grinned as she agreed to see how far they could make it, tail wagging briefly before he swiftly settled into his defenses. The call for beating up the big red, called in an unfamiliar voice, was ignored as he lowered his head and tail to flow level with his spine, face wrinkling into a scowl, teeth baring slightly as his jaws parted, chin tucking to guard his throat as his ears flicked back to pin against his crown, eyes narrowing to protective slits of fathomless sapphire. His shoulders rolled forward as he scrunched his neck back toward them, guarding the sides of his neck while his scruff rolled into a barrier of fat and muscle, hackles rising from the base of his skull to the base of his tail along his spine. His paws settled quickly into a squared stance, elbows and hocks bending slightly to afford a lower center of gravity and loosen his joint for ease of movement. His abdomen tensed to add to that sense of balance, as his claws flexed against the parched earth under their paws. It was as she made the first move that he finished setting his defenses, and he launched to meet his smaller sibling, haunches coiling and releasing to send him barreling forward in a great bound. As she angled toward her left, he sought to adjust his path; rocking back on his haunches and twisting his front end toward his sister, swerving sharply to his right and aiming to drive his full momentum forward into her left side with a powerful thrust of his coiled hind legs as she sought to skim past, wishing both bring them into a rough ‘T’ position, and to slam the full front of his chest into the point just behind her left front foreleg at the elbow. He wanted to send her toppling off balance, maybe even rolling off her feet to the ground with the force of the ram. Her attack upon his side met nothing but air due to his movement. He sought to keep his forward momentum, whether he bowled her over or not, as his jaws snaked forward, aiming to land a solid bite at Faite’s back, just behind the shoulder-blades; lower canines seeking a grip on the left side of her spine, upper canines seeking a grip upon the right side of her spine. He wanted to keep her in one place, as his right forepaw snapped free of the ground – his other three limbs taking the weight, primarily in his haunches, his tail flagging behind him to act as a further balancing rudder, hind claws raking into the ground for added traction – seeking to slam his right front paw against the left side of Faite’s neck, just behind her lower jaw, wanting to brace his right front paw there and drive her head away, hoping to minimize the chances of her twisting around to sink her teeth into him. The adrenalin was pumping, his heart thundering, fueling his efforts with a delightful rush of energy as he tangled with his sibling. This was not only just for training; it was for fun! -:: Regulus vs Faite for Training Spar ::- Round 1/6 Defenses: Attacks: Injuries: Extra Notes: Let's goooo! :D Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think