Weaving through the birch trees that marked the border of the two packs was a phantom. Fierce pad falls rang through the region, causing the surrounding small prey and birds to scatter in fear. Plague wasn't interested in their existence in those moments. The only thing that mattered was... escaping. Something horrible raked at the back of this yearling's mind. Urging him to push harder and further. His heart thudded so loud it rang through his own ears. Usually he was able to control his breathing for he had done a lot of endurance training in his time. But, this was the fastest he's ever gone. Paws dug into the earth as the yearling came to a stop. He abruptly pressed the side of his body against a pale tree. The feeling of the bark teasing his skin was the only thing that brought him back to reality. Forest green eyes scanned the region as he caught up on his breathing. A snort came forth as Plague shook out his body and what followed was a low growl. He remained stationary, pressed against the tree, and his head hanging low towards the ground. One could say he looked defeated but honestly there was no pin pointing what emotion Plague was feeling. He had no clue. ""

Roan was slowly preparing himself for the fight with the bear, he was training his body and it was coming back to the state he had been before the first attack. His muscles were stout and his mind was strengthening, the day would soon be upon them. The bear killing mercenary was training for the final boss, the main test to prove himself. To avenge his sister’s death. His huge black paws carried the beast over the Armada’s perimeter, sometimes he would patrol Ashen proper, but for the most part remained within the Armada so as not to get too far away from his beloved. Just in case something happened.


His huge body sauntered easily over the flat grasses but as he approached the border between Ashen proper and the Armada vibrant green eyes fell on the young man. Roan could see the tension in his body, and feel the emotions pouring off the boy’s body. With one brow lifted the warrior approached the young Klein. His head was lowered slightly and his tail was even with his spine. If there was ever an oportunity..

”Hello, young Klein.” He had no doubt that this was one of the Empress’s royal spawn. ”You don’t seem like the kind that wishes to stand still.” He perked his brow further, pushing the boy and seeing if he wanted to get their blood pumping.

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Pressed against the tree with labored breathing Plague couldn't help but to notice the stranger's approach. An inky male with green eyes and a hefty scar upon his face. The Prince offered a small squint as he figured the Armada Wolf wasn't just going to turn the other way. In the back of Plague's mind he wished desperately for the male to just ignore him. Not only did he not want someone to see his negative emotions he also just did not want to partake in any sort of small talk. The young Abraxas-Klein boy usually held himself straight and tall with a cool demeanor. He was the young face of his mother's Empire and wanted to ensure the picture was always up to standard. While some of his other siblings got into trouble he worked hard to be a proper example of their bloodline. Yet, in these moments the boy looked as if he was ready to burst. 'Hello, young Klein.' Plague raised his head as his breathing seemed to calm a bit. He stood tall with just a few inches on the stranger. But, he still has his youthful lankiness with a slim and athletic figure. 'You don’t seem like the kind that wishes to stand still.' It was true. When Plague stood still his thoughts got the better of him, it was usually better to just keep going forward. "What is it to you?" There was something within the boy that was revealing itself. The desire to delve into a fight at a moments notice. If he won or lost it didn't matter. It was the act of feeling that pleasurable adrenaline fill his body. wc: 278 - 727 total. ""

Roan observed the young man closely, thus far he had little experience with the ruling class of Ashen. He was just a simple soldier, a grunt under Sirius’s paw. He owed the man a year of his life at the very least. Though Roan had no reason to leave them when the time was up. He was going to marry Iolaire, and she had no plan on abandoning her adopted brother. Roan wouldn’t think to either. So in the long and the short of it Roan owed his allegiance to the boy. He wasn’t sure if the young Klein wished to have company or not, he certainly didn’t seem to. Roan was curious how the young man would react if he pushed him. Nothing too serious, he had no intention of causing real trouble.

The boy seemed proud, if not rather cold as his similar forest green eyes turned towards him. He was young, but held himself tall. Roan was undoubtedly heavier, but the silver marked titan had always been an impressive weight. The young prince answered with a hint of animosity, though Roan took it far from personal. Such a young wolf, surely he had plenty of aggression to get out. Roan tried to hide the amused grin that played on his features as he pushed his luck further and took a couple of tentative steps closer.

”Nothing.” He answered simply, feeling the hackles on his back begin to rise as his verdant gaze sharpened. ”You seem.. restless.” Roan took one more step forward, testing the boy and pushing him. Roan realized that he wanted a reaction, he wanted the young prince to explode and come at him. The green eyed warrior narrowed his gaze and lifted his lips menacingly, a silent invitation. This would be fun.

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Was it some sort of test? Did this Armada Soldier want the Klein Prince to explode? Plague had never thought of the concept of exploding. To emit emotion in such a way he acted out physically. Some of siblings seemed to fight a lot and get in tons of emotion filled trouble. But he didn't. That wasn't Plague. Or was it? The sight of the stranger lifting inky lips to expose ivory teeth and stepping closer to the yearling was enough to set him off. Further spiraling in an evident descent to some sort of darkness. It was never Plague's ideal to allow himself to get so caught up in his mental disturbance but his lack of expression was sending him on a much different path. Intending to merely become his sister's second and help her rule a pack. Perhaps the male would turn into something much more complex and on complete accident. Plague lifted his own lips and let forth a growl from the depths of his throat. On a good day the proud boy didn't like being tested. If it was entertainment or a fight the stranger wanted then Plague would easily provide both. "Yours eyes do not deceive you." Gruff vocals hit the air as Plague broke out in a sprint. Paws hit the earth as the yearling aimed to run straight at the stranger. A growl ripped through the air as Plague attempted to slam his chest into his opponent's while also trying to land a vicious bite at Roan's neck, aiming at the stranger's right side beneath the jaw joint. wc: 265 - 1,294 total. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Roan for Dominance Round 1/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A ""

Roan watched, his weight shifting to his toes as he prepared to react to the young prince. The silver marked warrior was not in the business of provoking young wolves, but the boy was obviously dealing with a lot in his young life. He deserved some kind of outlet. Roan knew the feeling. The half snarl on Roan’s face shifted to pull back the corners of his lips. Amusement was obvious in his aggressive expression as Plague showed his own pristine teeth in return. The boy growled darkly and Roan lowered his head and ears fell to his skull.

Gruff words were the only warning the Armada warrior would receive as the young Klein prince leapt towards him. Roan saw fire in his eyes and knew he wouldn’t have to go easy on the kid. Roan led with his shoulder, letting Plague ram his chest into the point of the right side. The boy managed to wrap his jaws around Roan’s thick neck and the warrior invited him closer.

Roan aimed to envelope the boy in a giant bear hug as he tried to gain control of the thin wolf’s scruff.

Roan vs Plague for Maim (muzzle scarring)
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Kara can go ahead and make it a maim fight too<3

As Plague charged his opponent he was met with a shoulder jut. Roan leaned into his shoulder to ensure Plague's chest slammed into it, which it did. The impact was something he embraced for but there was significant pain. Bruising would be a clear result of the counter as well as Plague's near loss of breath. Bone to bone impact was never an easy thing to get past. But, the young boy did. Thankfully his fangs met Roan's neck and blood began to paint his white fur red. The sensation of tearing into another's flesh was adrenaline inducing. Knowing that he was the cause of another's pain. It was so easy and rewarding. But, Plague was no monster. He would not relish within the sensation other then enjoying the thrill. - Roan managed to grip Plague into a Bear hug which meant plague's grip on his opponent's scruff would cease. Though as Roan lifted himself up Plague would snap his fangs in passing, aiming to snatch some fleeting skin at the shoulder region. Perhaps with his opponent in motion it would cause a good tear or two. wc: 265 - 1,294 total. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Roan for Maim (Shoulder Scar) Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator Specialty: N/A ""

Roan grunted heavily as pain blossomed in his chest as the two of them collided. Though the boy hadn’t quite reached his fully mature size he was no small wolf. Roan never met Archon, but from the look of the Empress there was little doubt in his mind the man had been huge. Plague would get there, Roan had no doubt. Eventually he could see himself and the young man out fighting bears together. He certainly had the build for it, but he’d need more practice to back up his natural talent. The silver marked warrior called out as Plague caught his skin and drove his teeth in and blood welled up on the surface. He growled deeply in his chest but didn’t stop the battle for a little blood.

He managed to wrap his arms around the much younger wolf but he was far from gaining control of the battle. He was still not quite fully recovered from his first encounter with the cave bear that took his sister. The boy was a more difficult opponent than he had expected, Roan was honestly impressed. Plague’s teeth dug into his flesh again as their position moved, blood welled at his shoulder but Roan wouldn’t let Plague go without retaliation.

As the boy went to his shoulder Roan reacted by aimed his own open jaws at the young Klein’s muzzle. He wanted to take hold of Plague’s face and gain control over the battle.

Roan vs Plague for Maim (muzzle scarring)
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Hunter
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

PLAGUE

ROAN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. PLAGUE'S maim (shoulder scar) is successful. Totals: Plague: 187 (24, 96, 51, 10- Adjusted to 25.2, 100.8, 51, 10) Roan: 162.35 (65, 11, 81, 1 - Adjusted to 68.25, 12.1, 81, 1)

-nyx