This was it. The hand of Ley had guided him and set the world on a course for his mission to be complete. Although he had never been as devout as his father or sister it was undeniable that fate had intervened to fulfill his destiny.

He called for the alpha his head held high as he waited to be approached. Would others come? Would they watch as he intended to dethrone a man he had never met in order to achieve his own goals? He couldn’t say for certain. He was sure his height would be advantageous to him as well as his bulk, although he had never filled out to be as muscular as his father. He knew combat in the form of spars but never in a real challenge with the threat of being maimed, and where the rules of engagement didn’t apply.

When the summon for his son rang, Elias' own curiosity would not allow him to remain idle. The Oracle had been missing in healing for the past couple seasons, fighting his 'mind-blight' as his son called it. He did not expect the first time searching for his son since his arrival would be witnessing him in action, defending his pack, but here they were.

Elias' singular ruby glared into the soul of the pale wolf that it locked on, his jaws parting slightly as a low growl rumbled through-out his behemoth chest instinctively. Tyranis had yet to make an appearance, though the fur along the Praetor's mantle prickled as he anticipated his blood's arrival. He never had the chance to teach Tyranis how to fight, though... he knew these things ran deep in their lineage. Instincts and demons would guide him, and if not... well, Tyranis was never worthy.

Black talons gripped the grass of the battlefield as he flagged his tail upright, ears held back as he snarled in the direction of this unknown stranger. No matter what his reasoning for the challenge, Elias did not care- such disrespect enraged him and if Tyranis did not pull this man's trachea out and eat it for even thinking of disgracing their family, Elias would.

It'd been a while since he'd fed on another wolf, and the reaping season was just around the corner.

Célestin hadn't been far from Pegasus since the time they'd left Lirim behind. He wasn't attached at the hip but, almost as if making up for all the time he'd wasted being distant, a day hadn't passed when they hadn't at least spent some time together. He was happier than he'd ever thought he could be after the death of his sister, overjoyed to be in the company of his best friend once more. So when he heard the call lift from Pegasus' lungs, echoing across the distance towards him Célestin picked up his pace, racing to his friend's side. He wasn't the first to arrive, a massive grey and black man already arrived, his eyes filled with anger and Célestin sidled up beside Pegasus, feeling his hackles raising slightly. He wondered if the man was the one Pegasus was challenging, feeling his stomach twist and tightening in fear for his friend. Still he summoned his best cheeky grin. "Give em' hell." He said, gently nudging Pegasus with his shoulder. Walk, "Talk", Think

Medea's head lifted as she heard a familiar voice ringing faintly through the forest she'd made her home. Her brows lifting in surprise. She hadn't been sure when, or even if Pegasus was going to make a move but it seemed he had finally done so. Medea slid from the den, stretching herself and shaking the dirt from her pelt. So much for her lazy day. Then the princess sought out her sister, tracking the smaller woman through the trees. "It's Peg!" She said, even knowing Sphinx no doubt had heard the call and knew as well as she did. "What do you say we go cheer him on?" She asked, knowing full well her sister was likely to follow regardless. Then she made the trek towards the call, arriving to see her brother and- Medea stopped short. Was that a rainbow on that smaller boy's back? For all the beauty and surprises she'd seen in these lands thus far nothing could have prepared her for this! Collecting herself Medea approached the opposite side of her brother, the one without the unknown rainbow wolf. Aiming to playfully jostle her brother, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. "Long time no see." She teased, her gaze sliding over him to look at the strange rainbow companion her brother had. He gaped up at her for a moment then flashed her a smile, his attention clearly pulled towards the only other stranger on the field right now. She noticed the way he shifted his weight as if anxious. A friend then? Then she finally deigned to look at the man facing them, her gaze running over his smaller form with practiced blankness. He seemed angry, maybe even furious but he didn't appear to be making any moves to rise to the challenge. Not who Pegasus' target was then. speech action

Chrysanthos had just finished nestling the fronds of yarrow into the strip of deer hide when he heard his brother's call echoing out from the battlefield. His ears flicked up as he registered the tone of the call. There was a commanding weight to it that marked as something more important than the questioning call for a challenger. Packing the yarrow in amongst his other herbs he folded the corners over then quickly seized the bundle between his teeth. Moving quickly he headed toward the battlefield. Regardless of the purpose of the call if his brother was to do battle than Chrys wished to be ready with the necessary herbs for treating the injuries. He couldn't wait until he had a den of his own and a more regimented system of storage and gathering.

He arrived to see Pegasus and as his eyes swept past two strange wolves, one of brilliant coloring, to his sister, Medea. Swiftly depositing his herb bundle he bounded toward her, tail wagging lightly. "Medea! It's good to see you. I hope you are well?" He had not seen her since she'd left but he knew that when he happened upon his brother Pegasus that he'd run into the rest of his siblings sooner rather than later.

Tyranis appeared on the field, no longer the weakling he had been during the godly man’s match against Hannibal. He radiated with pride having conquered all the challenges that had presented themselves to him on that faithful day. He had defeated a traitorous king and now stood as the undeniable king of kings, a champion, a high lord. He paused, his eyes falling on his father, and immediately felt a snarl climb up his throat. Now he chose to appear. Not to help him when his pack turned against him, not to offer his guidance when he needed it, not to witness his victory over Hannibal. Now. He chose to ignore him and instead stood at a 5 foot distance from the challenger. He was young. Proud. Larger than he was, larger than his father even. It would be a good match. “You called?” "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"

He grinned as his siblings and Celestin appeared, all of them alight with hope. Hope for him. The dour man off to the opposite side of the ring was barely a blip on his radar while he was surrounded by those he cared for.

It wasn’t long before the storm king made his entrance, he seemed to recognize the gray male but the moment quickly passed as he came to approach the golden prince.

“You called?” The storm colored man asked.

“I did.” He answered more than a little dumbstruck that such a man could be king of anything.

“I am Pegasus Beaufort. I have come for the shrine. I hope in time you will forgive me, but-“ Before he could finish speaking the man lunged forward, gripping Pegasus by the throat. Shocked, Pegasus Wheeled back and twisted his head, the first blood of battle spilled being his own.

He scrambled back from the man. Shocked then quickly set his defenses before snarling and surging forward, jaws opened wide, attempting to ram his sternum against Tyranis’s throat and grip him around the neck and bite the man’s scruff.

Pegasus vs.  Tyranis for Erovrare

Round: 1 | 2 |3|

Height: 45

Build: Medium

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The shrine. Of course it was the shrine. Had he chosen a place so powerful that it simply called to every wolf that approached it or was the territory itself that much of a dispute? It wasn’t a volcano, that much was certain, but since the day he had brought his pack to the land he had been cursed. The man babbled, seemingly unaware that he had no set defenses, and without waiting to hear another word from him, Tyranis flew forward and seized the man’s throat in his jaws. Pegasus threw his head to the side, breaking the clench he had on his throat but injuring him in the process. The scent of blood filled the air and for a moment his opponent could only gape at him. He spat a clot of blood and fur then set his defenses, spreading his legs and bringing his center of gravity lower to the ground, bending his knees, pinning his ears, narrowing his eyes, sinking his claws into the earth and raising his hackles. He wanted a fight he would get it, he could join the kings and lords that fell to his fangs. The man rushed forward abruptly his jaws agape. Tyranis rose onto his back legs as well, his right front paw attempting to collide with the left side of Peg’s upper chest between his shoulder and sternum while his upper body attempted to twist in an arch to his {ty’s} right in an attempt to sink his fangs into the right side of Peg’s cheek. The man’s forepaws locked around his left sideand he felt the weight of his larger body bear down on him, but Ty’s legs kept him rooted in place. The man’s fangs raked against his right shoulder but found no purchase Tyranis vs. Pegasus for Erovrare Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 39" Build: Medium Notes; Speech Thought

He heard the call and had quickly abandoned his hunt and made his way to the battlefield with his brother. He spied at least two familiar faces, his estranged and lazy sire who he ignored, and...the woman he had hunted with. Medea? It didn't take him very long to connect her to the challenger, and the way their pelts almost matched and the scents that lingered told him they were family. Likely siblings, and he was a little unsure how to feel. Why were they trying to take the pack? Whatever the cause, he didn't dare offer her a greeting or any indication that he knew her. Instead, he focused on the matter at hand as his brother threw the first punch. He had been victorious so far, proving his worth over and over and no matter what happened, he'd stick by Ty's side regardless. He paced around the field and away from his deranged sire with his Osprey keeping an eye on things from above as he watched the fight that ensued.

Pegasus stepped back as the mans fangs closed on his cheek, dropping his grip on the smaller male and snapping his jaws in an attempt to tear at his shoulder in an attempt to grip anything The man’s fangs had just barely missed his eye and as he twisted in his grip cleat like claws raked down this ribs and caught on the torn flesh making the wound worse. The man fought like a storm and in a vbrief instant Peg realized he was fighting for his life.

He rocked himself forward attempting to leverage the man under him to give him the advantage his ears pinned, his eyes narrowed his tail tucked, his stomach tightened his paws spread. This was battle, not one of the pomp and ritualistic spars from his home, the man was a complete animal.

Pegasus vs.  Tyranis for Erovrare

Round: 1 | 2 |3|

Height: 45

Build: Medium

Notes:

He allowed himself to be pushed backward, bracing his spine as he took the fall and raising his paws to lock around the mans neck while his back paws wheeled and kicked livid marks into the man’s flesh. He craned his neck upwards in the grip and locked his jaws around the man’s throat, thrashing his head to worry a fresh wound into the man’s neck snarls escaping him with each movement as blood and fur spattered the scene there was no time to look at the concerned faces of the onlookers, the man had challenged a Praetor and regardless of what the circumstances were he would pay. From his compromised position Ty reset his defenses, his hips curled forward to shield his stomach, his toes splayed, his eyes narrowed, his ears pinned and his hackles raised. Tyranis vs. Pegasus for Erovrare Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 39" Build: Medium Notes; Speech Thought

The last challenge that Ty had been called to she hadn’t attended. After her first experience at the battlefield and almost being forcibly claimed she had been very reluctant to come to this place anymore. That was until today, when another call rang out for Ty. She had been secretly fallowing Cloud to try and watch some of his technique when it came to hunting, to further learn for her own sake. Cloud of course abandoned his hunt and though she hesitated at first, she fallowed her brother towards the battlefield. When she arrived she had spotted the dark pelted male from their pack. Most of the others within the pack she kept away from especially after everything that went down. She kept her eye on where Cloud went and fallowed closely to him. She didn’t like this place and wanted to be close to her brother for emotional and mentor support. She was only here because of both Cloud and Ty, that’s how it had always been. After Cloud took a seat Thora sat beside him and tried to gently lean into him as her silver eyes watched the fight. The healer within her hated to see the fighting, but also yearned to learn more about how to heal wounds and this would be a good place to be to get patients. She was quiet, watching and staying by Cloud’s side

Over and over the man battered him, tearing at him with tooth and claw while he struggled to break away. He had anticipated an easy fight, but this? The man was a monster. He lifted a paw in an attempt to bring it down on the man’s throat, blood flowing over his muzzle and down his nose as he bared his teeth to the king his nose raised, his eyes narrowed, his ears pinned, his tail tucked his toes splayed to keep him grounded as the mans paws battered at his legs. He attempted to pull his head back from the onslaught but Tyranis’s body lifted with the movement. His fangs sinkng in deeper and cutting off his airway. It was over.  

Pegasus vs.  Tyranis for Erovrare

Round: 1 | 2 |3|

Height: 45

Build: Medium

Notes:

Bloodstained his feet caught on earth and he quickly stood, his neck craning to keep his grip on the larger man as he strangled him slowly. Pegasus collapsed on his hips, gasping for air, attempting to breathe through Tyranis’s hold but fully unable to. Blood filled his mouth as Pegasus clawed at the earth, desperate for air, his eyes beginning to roll back in their sockets until finally the man collapsed. Only then did Tyranis release his grip and shake his bloodstained fur as he looked down at the defeated challenger. Too soon it was over, and he had triumphed without a scratch.   Tyranis vs. Pegasus for Erovrare Round: 1 | 2 | 3 Height: 39" Build: Medium Notes; Speech Thought

With a cough and a gasp, Pegasus opened his eyes, bloodied and sore with bruises. “You win…The Shrine…Is yours…to keep…Guard it…guard it well.” He wheezed surprised that he could speak at all his whole body ached, and his jaw trembled as blood seeped from his throat. He would have been happy for the scars had the battle itself not been such an embarrassment. He closed his eyes. Fighting back tears. He had come all this way and failed. What would he do now? Would he return to Lirium with his tail between his legs? Or would he return home with his siblings as he should have done from the beginning? "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"

He spat blood and fur again as he looked at the miserable boy. How many more challenges would he have to face before he was at peace? How many more fights? How many more scars. He looked at his father, his phantom tail flicking irritably although no one could see it. “Keep it.” He said, returning his attention to the boy. “I’m done with that wretched land, and I am done being a king” He looked to his siblings then and paced toward them slowly, attempting to press his head between them if they allowed it. They were his true family. The Wreckages who had stayed by his side through thick and thin, now he hoped they would remain by his side as he pursued a new life, not as a leader, but as a follower, eager to learn and rise in ranks rather than stand at the top and control all that he couldn’t control. It had taken two failed packs, but now it seemed he had finally learned his lesson.   "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"

Disgruntled and disheveled, Orthos had arrived in south after his less-than-pleasant experience on the western side of the continent
Not that his experience on the east side had been any more stellar upon his entrance to this Ley-forsaken continent his siblings had all seemingly been swallowed up in. He had been here for some time now and not only hadn't found any of his siblings as he had claimed to be here for, but apparently this damnable place didnt have a single damned tavern, gambling parlor, or similar low-class dives, let alone a halfway decent symposium. It was positively barbaric. He had, at least, managed to wash the ash from his stunningly-marked coat from that ill-fated venture, but he couldn't help but imagine he still stank of smoke, and his already slender form edged towards gaunt, his poor nails in a dreadful state from all the running he had been forced to do, and despite obsessive attention to it his once-glossy fur seemed to him to be acquiring a patina of dust and ivory tinge to the whites. It was absolutely disgraceful. He simply could not manage any longer without hiring the services of some lower class type who knew how to serve nobility properly.

It was, therefore, not at all surprising that in the midst of all this, Orthos actually caught the sound of his brother's call challenging for a pack.

Oh for Ley's sake. Now he was going to be expected to perform his familial duty and support whatever hare-brained scheme Pegasus had come up with. Not that perfect Pegasus would ever force him to do anything, of course. He would just give Orthos that disappointed look and of course then if Orthos didn't help he would be forced to feel guilty until he gave in.

So he preemptively gave in to the guilt and flounced into the gathering as the fight between his ever so perfect brother and some dark coated plebeian was already in full swing, and threw himself down beside Chrys with a dramatic huff. "Not a word," he groused, fussing with settling his rumpled fur. Chrys, somehow, seemed to be weathering the damnable wilds far better than Orthos himself had thus far. He even had come prepared with herbs, and Orthos eyed it thoughtfully. "I dont suppose you have anything in there to make this more bearable?" he asked hopefully. "I haven't even sniffed a decent wine in months."

He narrowed his eyes uneasily as the fight went on. "I say, they are an awfully barbaric sort of trash here aren't they? Not even an ounce of decency. Just look at the way that brute fights."

And then surprisingly, Pegasus gave up, and Orthos raised his brows, lazy facade forgotten in the moment. That was... not what he had expected from the pride of the Beaufort family.. himself, certainly. He had no interest in seeing his own blood at any point in the future. But Pegasus?

And then, even more surprising, in a move that raised his brows still further, the yellow-eyed brute who had won gave Pegasus his pack anyway. Of course Pegasus had the luck to pick an alpha in the middle of a personal crisis who would just give up his pack to him. Pegasus was the sort who could fall into a pile of buffalo shit and come out covered in gold. "Well," he drawled slowly, "what a plot twist."

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The fight ended much faster and more brutal than the last one, and once again his brother had come out victorious. He remained where he was by his sisters side, the black and white Male sparring a glance at her as he leaned into her shoulder to offer her comfort. She had nothing to worry about, though. He'd always be there to protect her. He had promised his mother, after all. So when Tyranis won and the challenger admitted defeat, Ty did the unexpected. He announced that he was done with it all, and deep down...it didn't surprise him. Twice now his brother had tried, and while he didn't think he was failing this time around, he understood his brothers reasoning.

So when Ty came over to him and Thora, he would press his head against his brother. "You fought well once again, brother." He congratulated him before looking to both Ty and Thora. "Let's collect the kids and get out of here." He wondered who in Ero would come with them, or stay under the leadership of the new alpha. He supposed it didn't matter. He didn't have a relationship with any of them, anyway. He stood and waited for his brother to start moving before he followed.

Célestin gaped up at the woman that approached them, she was pretty. But then she was very close in appearance to Pegasus even standing an even shoulder to shoulder with him. Her gaze slid to him and he blushed, casting another anxious glance at the angry man. He felt fear roll over him again, he only glanced over as another voice spoke, giving a name to the woman. Finally, it seemed the alpha Pegasus had challenged approached. Célestin watched with wide anxious eyes, Pegasus started to speak but was cut off as a pair of jaws suddenly and brutally clamped down on his friend's neck. Instantly Célestin jumped to his paws, skittering out of the way of the attacking male, a growl ripped from his throat, he rocked on his toes wanting nothing more than to throw himself into the fray and defend Pegasus, tear the brutal attacker off his friend. But he remained frozen to the ground, not wanting to watch but unable to tear his gaze away from what could only be described as a massacre. Pegasus would finally collapse, covered in his own blood and as the grey and black man pulled away Célestin couldn't hold himself back anymore. He raced to his friend's side, a cry pulling from his lungs, high and panicked. "Pegasus!" He flung himself to the ground beside his friend, dual-toned eyes roving over the prone form of his friend. He wanted nothing more than to begin cleaning Pegasus' pelt, to make absolutely sure Pegasus wasn't about to die. But he dared not push any boundaries, not with so many eyes on them. Instead, he pushed his muzzle towards the fur between Pegasus' shoulder blades, hoping to at least bury his nose in his fur if Pegasus would let him, a soft whine escaping him. "You're not actually going to take the shrine are you? Uncle Torin seemed to think it was dangerous." He asked, keeping his voice soft, not wishing to upset his friend in the face of such a bloody defeat. Challenge results be damned. Talk, "Talk", Think

Well this day was just full of surprises, a familiar scent reached her and Medea turned to see her brother Chrysanthos bounding towards her. A smile split her face and she matched his wagging tail, lifting a forepaw to try and pull her shorter brother into an embrace. "I'm doing fine." She said, winking quickly at her brother. "I assume you're also doing well?" She ran her gaze over her brother looking him over for any sign of injury or the like. It seemed they wouldn't be given much chance to reunite however as another man would approach and after only a short few words the violence would begin, with Medea jolting out of the way. She frowned, feeling anger at such a brutal attack being launched while Pegasus had tried to speak. She followed the fighting with a frown, settling uncomfortably on her haunches. There was movement at the other end of the feild, two more wolves approaching clearly aligned with her brother's opponent. For a brief moment her brows lifted in surprise. Cloudburst! She gave the quickest and smallest nod she could, a brief acknowledgement of him. But then her attention would remain on the fight. Well at least until Orthos arrived, she watched him collapse beside Chrysanthos and spoke, his words as crude as ever. Medea only rolled her eyes, silently pleased to at last know her brother was alright but her concern for Pegasus overwhelming her otherwise. Finally it would end and Pegasus would submit, Medea released a breath she didn't know she was holding. Even then though it seemed their story would not end here, with the black and grey man just giving up his lands, after all that? The rainbow boy yelled and Medea watched him in wide-eyed surprise; then curiosity rolled over her. The boy certainly seemed concerned for her brother but his outburst struck her as... a bit much. "Something tells me we're going to need that." Medea said, nodding to the bundle of herbs her brother had brought with him, then she rose to her paws and calmly trotted over to the prone form of her brother. She only just caught what the rainbow boy muttered to Pegasus. She thought back to what the defender had said and wondered if there was some merit to what the boy was saying. She settled herself near Pegasus' haunches, seating herself. "If it helps at all, there is someplace I'd be interested in staying." She said, not really looking at her brother. Her tone even, hiding the confusion and conflicting feelings swirling inside her. She was happy that Pegasus was alive, and that in the end, his conquest had ended in them gaining the pack they'd need for their revenge. But it hadn't exactly been easy to watch her brother be ripped into like that, and something about the way the rainbow stranger acted around her brother put her off. speech action