He was back at it again. He simply couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. He had thought about the fight he and Valdis and the baby alpha had, and he was irked that he'd lost. Now losing against Valdis was one thing, he knew she was one of the best warriors ever. But the fact that it happened with an Abaven wolf in the mix, well...that simply wouldn't slide. He was pissed about it, perhaps even salty. Actually, he was pretty salty about it. So he returned to heckle the borders of Abaven, just on the outskirts of the bay. He pissed here and there, taunting and seeing if anyone would come out. Though he did it nonchalantly, to others, he was being the dick he always tended to be. Did he care? Nah. Not at all. Was he afraid? Definitely not. His own family had the tendency to antagonize Abaven in their own ways, so in a way, he was kind of carrying on that tradition. The bulky male sniffed around the bank of the bay, digging a hole here, digging a hole there. At this point, vandalizing the border line in a way.

Desolate had now been a year without the comfort of a mother or father. He'd grown from a pup into a young man, and the worry within him only grew as he reached the milestone many would be proud of. At a year of age is when pups were able to leave their packs, and although Theory had taken him in he still felt he did not benefit Abaven enough with his presence. Without a parent to vouch for him, would him and his brothers be welcome within the pack's borders now that they were old enough to be on their own? It gnawed at him inside, and he took to doing the only thing he knew how to do - traveling the borders.

The holes dug confused him, though he didn't understand the significance of it nor realize it was meant to be vandalism. It wasn't until the scent of a stranger reached him, and he spotted him digging at and pissing along the border that Desolate became angry. Immediately he tipped his head back to call for an Abaven warrior or Theory, but he stopped himself before he could vocalize. He was a yearling now, and he didn't need to go calling for an adult anymore. He approached the stranger from Abaven's side of the border, fur standing on end and tail flagging. "Leave, now!" He insisted, trying his best to infuse as much threat as he could into his words.

He was in the process of digging another hole when he heard someone telling him to leave. He ignored him, however, until he was done kicking dirt up. A few short moments later, he slowly rose his head and turned to look at the young boy with mock fear. "Oh shit! Ya caught me!" He pretended to cower for a moment or two, even went as far as tucking his tail before scoffing and rising to his full height and standing straight. He looked the boy up and down, a smirk playing at his lips. Ares was just outside the border, and the boy was still within it. "Leave? Who's gonna make me? You?" He laughed at him. He didn't take the boy seriously, and he didn't care to. If the kid wanted him to leave, then he'd have to make him. "Look here kid. Keep tryin' to ruffle my fur and you'll wish you had just keep moving along. I ain't trespassing on your gross pack lands, wouldn't wanna touch it with a stick with all the shit that's happened in there," Did he care if he upset the kid? Not really. Abaven seemed like nothing but a shit show for as long as he could remember, and for as long as his parents could remember. They didn't frighten him. Much less this kid. If this kid wanted to get caught up in his crossfire though, who was he to deny him a beating if it came down to it? "Turn around and run back to your mommy, I ain't in the mood to deal with a child."

However frustrating that it was that this stranger was defacing their borders, Desolate knew he had no leg to stand on until the other male stepped a toe over onto Abaven's territory. It was important to him to make his alpha and teacher proud, and he was not sure how she'd feel about him starting a territorial dispute when the other had done nothing wrong... yet. He clenched his teeth, paws grinding into the ground as Desolate tried to keep his cool. The lavender supplements he'd been taking for relaxation hadn't been working, and as he aged into a yearling the mood-swings had not lessened as he expected, but swelled.

He managed to keep calm enough and collected enough throughout the man's retort, though as it neared it's end something broke within him. The mention of Desolate's mother - the one that he'd not seen in nearly a year - cracked whatever resolve he had left and the yearling flung himself across the border line without another word. It took him a few strides to meet the brute and he hardly slowed as he neared. His jaws pried open and he moved to meet the man head-on, his right foreleg lifting to aim to wrap around the larger male's neck while his teeth aimed to bite down upon his muzzle to rip and tear.

Desolate Destruction vs Ares for Minor Maim (Facial Scarring)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Healer
Specialty: N/A

Hmm...it seemed he had struck a nerve. Whether it was telling the kid to run back to his mommy or practically insulting and hinting about the incestual relationship between Shaye & Rhyme, he didn't care. He was ready the moment the boy threw himself over the border. As Desolate came charging at him, Ares took the opportunity to completely face him (a bit off-center) and lowered his head, knees bending to bring him slightly closer to the ground while his hind legs coiled beneath him. He snarled, elongated fangs exposed as much as possible as a fierce sound escaped his throat. As Desolate slowed and sought to wrap his right leg over his neck, Ares' legs uncoiled and launched him forward, seeking to smash the point of his right shoulder straight into the joint of that raised leg in the hopes of dislocating it or...at the very least, leave behind severe bruising and straining. Whether he succeeded or not, his movement would cause Desolate's foreleg to slide off him with minor scratches while his bite would miss Ares' face. Ares would also attempt to return the savage favor. Using his momentum, he partially rose and twisted his head in towards the boy's right ear, fangs glistening as he sought to grab hold of it so that he could rip and tear it, seeking to wrench the ear completely off Desolate's head.

Ares Saxe vs Desolate for Minor Maim (Removal of his right ear)
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Desolate was not expecting the counter attack and found Ares shoulder jamming hard into the joint of his leg. The boy cried out, his body buckling and his leg dropping from the attempted grapple quickly. He found it hard to think through the pain, and before he could react the man had Desolate's ear in his jaws. Desolate snarled, adrenaline flooding him as he realized how dangerous the situation was. He needed to do anything he could to cause the man to release, and so he lifted his other leg and moved to wrap it up and over Ares face. It was an awkward movement and his weight-bearing leg complained sharply from his previous hit. The idea was to land his claws upon his opponents face - though he could not see any part of it to properly aim - and rake them downwards. If he was lucky he might catch a claw upon his eye or some other soft sensitive flesh, causing Ares to release before his ear was entirely removed.

Desolate Destruction vs Ares for Minor Maim (Facial Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Healer
Specialty: N/A

He had succeeded in grabbing his opponents ear, and was even more satisfied when he heard the boy cry with pain. Ares wasn't going to back down, no sir! He didn't think any of his family ever backed down from a fight and he wasn't going to be the first. As he tried to wrench the ear off the boys head, he felt claws scrape near his eye which caused him to flinch back, shutting his eyes tightly and he let go of Desolate's ear to keep his own eyes safe. He pulled back, readjusting himself to throw his weight against the youth once again, aiming to slam against him with his chest while hid hind paws dug into the ground to hold his weight and shove him forward. At the same time, he reopened his jaws and aimed to bite wherever he could, which hopefully, was the boys face. Or at the very least, maybe scare the abaven kid to back off if he saw teeth flying towards his face again.

Ares Saxe vs Desolate for minor maim (removal of right ear
Round 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

Desolate

Ares must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. DESOLATE's maim is successful. Totals: Desolate: 223.10 (8, 55, 35, 85 - Adjusted to 8, 66, 35, 85) Ares: 188.95 (27, 39, 66, 23 - Adjusted to 32.4, 42.9, 66, 23)

Judged with by Tealah