Tsarvix Tsarvix's thin silhouette surveyed the nearby area from beside a boulder standing high as his shoulders. Today he'd find safety and rest so that tomorrow he could find a home and continue God's work. With a heavy sigh he lowered himself down and shifted comfortably into the grass, allowing his back to press against the cool rocky surface and his head to rest upon his forepaws. From where he lay he could peer off down the plain but still remain mostly concealed in the shadows. If only the land here wasn't so green. The warm hues of his coat blended so much better in barren lands, and not so well amongst verdant blades of grass. Why was he here? There didn't seem to be many others of his species nearby, although the metallic scent that permeated his nostrils told a story of it's own. Dozens had died here, and hundreds more were wounded. This plain had seen more bloodshed then it had rain, it seemed. Is that why his God drew him to this place? His father had taught him never to question his faith, though there were times when he wondered why and begged for a sign. Nobody else seemed to be around, but his sensitive ears flicked forward to listen to his surroundings regardless. The soft thud of water of a nearby pond resounded in his eardrums, but beyond that, nothing. "Speech"

For the first time since his expeditions to the battlefield, he would be met with silence as he waited contemplatively upon the hard earth. He closed his eyes, raising it to the sky as he waited, and listened. Some time passed, and still nothing had broken the silence of the land. He could stand still and silent for a long time, but he saw no reason to do so now. No, this time it would be he who broke the sky with his cry. The titan tipped back his head, his legs spread beneath him as opened his maw, and let loose a billowing, powerful cry, his great lungs heaved as they uttered the summons, and there was a slight foreign touch to his cry, for the way it moved past his elongated fangs to reach the air around him. Once his cry was done, he tipped back his head, and continued his patience stance, waiting to see if another would heed his cry, and met him in battle today. Sirius versus Dutch for Spar Round zero of Two Size: Dire Wolf Build: Medium Companion: Extra large companion, Battle Vulture Mutation: Fangs Fight Skill Level: Beginner "Speech"