As discussed, it was time for Killian to call upon Mortis for a spar session. His head raised to the sky and jaws parted to relinquish that fierce howl into the air. A summons for the Prince and perhaps anyone else that would desire to watch. His parents or siblings, maybe even Odette. 'Curses, that woman.' The fawn fae always seemed to come into his mind. Killian was known for being a passionate being but never did his flirtations invade his mind. Neverthless, he'd be fine with anything coming to watch or learn but the call was meant for the winged pup. Killian stood firmly in a solid clearing within the plains. The sun was high in the sky for it was just after mid day. The night Owls should be waking and he figured the pup would already be out and about. They were seemingly busy little things. As soon as they could leave the den they did. Killian was picking up more patrols to ensure none of them were slipping out of the territory without permission or nothing was coming in. Pups were innocents and it was the Kleins goal to protect the innocents. He may not be the image of lawfulness but he was an honorable being if nothing else.

A call for the winged pup was always exciting, even when it was a predetermined thing. With an excited bounce to his step, the boy would lay down his (bad) attempt at building a raft, and tuck the sticks carefully to the side so they wouldn’t get lost. He wiggled in excitement, and went running to find Killian. He hadn’t realised how much time had passed, or he would have gone looking for the warrior earlier. He didn’t want to be late for his lesson! He found the black and white male and came to a hurried stop before him, kicking up grass and dirt in his wake, his wings hanging lightly at his sides. He looked up to Killian, but at the rate he was growing, Mortis wondered if they wouldn’t be eye to eye before he knew it. “Hey Killian, I’m ready!” he promised "Speech"

When the call rang out, Odette instantly knew it was Killian, but was intrigued by the way he called for one of the young princes. Had he been assigned to mentor the young pup? The female recalled sharing interest in learning how to fight, and wondered for a slit moment if the prince would mind having her there to observe. Odette pondered the thought for a few moments more before calling out to her feline companion. "Cordonia, I'm going to go see Killian. Mind the birds." As she turned around, she came face to face with an all too familiar rooster. "Dash..." She would warn, her eyes frowning at the small bird with a dangerous appitite for adventure. When he simply clucked at the woman, Odette sighed and nodded her head back towards the hen house. "Why don't you go swoon some hens while I'm away? Keep an eye on them? Be the big mocho rooster?" Something seemed to click inside his small golden orbs, and like a flash, Dash was running back to the hen house like someone had lit a fire under his feathers.

Chuckling to herself, Odette shook her head before, finally, padding off to find Killian and the prince. It took her some time, time enough to have Mortis arrive before her. Sheepishly, Odette moved closer to the pair and spoke up softly. "Sorry, I know you called for Mortis. But would you two mind if I watch?" She didn't want to intrude, and she surely didn't want to get in the way of their lesson. But Odette was curious to see how warrior training would go, and seeing as she had verbally voiced her interest before, she might as well stick to it and get as much exposure as she could. Cerulean eyes flashed from the winged pup up to his master, searching his gaze for any signs of anger of disappointment. If he wanted her gone, Odette would be out in a flash, and likely bury her head in the ground for good measure. If he allowed her to stay, the fawn woman would be overjoyed and sit quietly off to the side.

"Speech"

Art by Adillion, Table by Sea

Odette has a Sand Cat companion named Cordonia, and a Welsummer Rooster named Dash. Unless mentioned, it is safe to assume they are not  with her. 

The winged pup bounded in with a chipper attitude. It was rather infectious which was why Killian offered a small smile to the boy. No longer did Killian have to look down at the inky pup. Mortis grew like a weed and Killian figured in a season he'd surpass even himself. The Klein was massive to begin with so it was crazy to picture. But the pup's father was a giant. So, it wasn't too far fetched. It seemed the warlord managed to produce an army with one litter. The thought impressed Killian, but he figured size didn't matter. It was the skill behind it. Thus, he would do his part and aid in the training of the promising prince. "I am glad you came, Mortis." Just as Killian was going to get on with the spar a familiar figure and scent came forth. Blue eyes fell upon the fawn babe as he offered a genuine smile in her direction. Gentle words lifted into the air and Killian offered a nod, "Not at all, Odette. How could I ever deny your company?" A swift wink was flashed in her direction before he turned his attention back to the winged boy. "Alright. Lets begin. Your move first." Eyes narrowed as they were trained upon the Prince. Killian lowered into a defensive stance with flicked back ears and a thick snarl. Killian Klein vs Mortis for Spar Round 0/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A

The little Warrior-to-be bounced on the balls of his feet, his wings swaying up and down as through cutting through the air in flight. When Odette appeared, the young boy grinned at her. She was often around, and always smelled like chicken. He had helped his sister guard her hutch on occasion, and as much as he sometimes imagines the taste of those plump feathered creatures, he had never so much as taken a bite.

“Hi Auntie Odette, you here to watch me kick Killian’s ass?” he joked, sticking his tongue out at her, like the young pup he was. When his mentor told them they were beginning, he snapped his attention back to the man.

“Okay!” he agreed, and launched himself forward with no further ado. He aimed to slam his shoulder into the man's chest to begin, and get himself up close and into the combat. From there, he would arch up his wings, big and long, and flick them forward and back again, snapping them in the general direction of either side of Killian’s head, to startle and surprise him.


Mortis Fatalis vs Killian for Impressing Girl
Round x/x
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A

Killian's attention was turned when he heard pad falls in the distance. Eyes flicked towards the fawn lady as she grew closer. The sight of the hand maiden caused the brute to grin gently as his head dipped in a gentle greeting. Though, before he could offer any dialogue the excited pup beat him to it. Killian quickly looked towards Mortis as he so boldly proclaimed his assumed victory. A swish of Kill's tail was paired with a laugh and a shake of his head.  "Mind your tongue you little shit." His laughter continued as playfulness glistened in his eyes. The fight ensued with Mortis quickly closing the distance between them. Killian locked himself into a proper defensive stance. Paws dug into the earth, his form lowered, hackles raised, and eyes narrowed. The brute would then kick off his sturdy paws to meet his opponent, it was never good to be a sitting duck. As the distance was closed and Mortis led with his shoulder, Killian would aim to drop low. The brute would attempt to meet that shoulder with his upper chest as hind paws pressed against the earth in a proposed lurched up and forward. Killian's head rattled with the flapping of wings, but due to his lowered stance he was able to avoid any serious injury to the head. Killian Klein vs Mortis for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Hunter Specialty: N/A

Mortis laughed, an easy, friendly noise, and his tail wagged behind him. No doubt Killian would know the boy hadn’t meant it. He was going to give Killian his best, but he expected the older wolf to put him down, just like his father always did.

When the fight began, Mortis did his best to put himself into the right mind-frame, chasing away the laughter, and bringing up the seriousness needed for battle. His attack on Killian would land on his chest, bringing the two into close combat. The snap of the boys wings barely seemed to make him wince, but Mortis would not be deterred.

Killian was pushing against him, and Mortis flared his wings for balance, his feet spread out for balance, and his fangs would aim below the older wolfs left ear.

Mortis Fatalis vs Killian for spar
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A