Lament Pyre The Ademre settled himself in just off the sandy shore of the main island. The scent of sand and salt reminded him of his little oasis with Deathbelle. Reminding him that this had once been her home. Not in the time he had known her, and not now. This was to be his new beginning, and he was determined to make the most of it. Stashing his knives in the small den he had dug for himself, he decided to stretch his legs, and explore this new territory a little. He would need to accustom himself to the borders he would soon be running patrols upon. He hoped to meet a few of the wolves, and find himself a sparring partner also. He had spent far too much time relaxing of late, and needed to whip himself back into shape quick as could be. "Speech"|"Ademic"

Plague sat back from the project he had given himself of making a bit of armor and examined the end product carefully. When he had found his way out of that crumbling, haunted house with this skull he hadn't been sure what he would even do with it, but he had dutifully carried it back to Ashen with him none of the less. He still felt an odd attachment to it since that night and considering it had served him well during his fight with... whatever that was, it only seemed fitting to include it in his armor. He slipped his head through the main opening and fiddled with the straps till it sat just right against his chest and shoulders, glancing down at the skull that sat as an extra bit of protection on his right shoulder. He wasn't sure how effective it would be there just yet, but it was a nice trinket to carry with him all the same. With a satisfied huff he turned to walk away from his den, wanting to wear the armor around for a bit to make sure that it fit as well in motion as it did while he was standing still. Having something that was going to be uncomfortable and distracting during a fight would do him more harm than good. He edged around the border of the territory in a bit of an unofficial patrol, his emerald eyes scanning the land ahead of him. He spotted a figure he wasn't entirely familiar with, though he knew that his absence had caused a good portion of the pack to become that way for him. It reminded him of the fact that getting reintegrated into the pack required more than just regaining his sister's good graces... He turned his path a bit so that it would lead him closer to the stranger, offering him a dip of his head in greeting once they drew nearer to each other. "Hello there," he said simply, looking at the man curiously to see if he was looking for something to occupy his time as well or if this would just be a passing greeting. Talk

Lament Pyre He didn’t go far before another member found him. Even if it wasn’t a natural assumption to make - that any within the borders belonged here; the scent of Ashen clung to the man. His intense green eyes looked down at the Ademre - were all the wolves here giants? - And his shoulder bore a strange skull ornament. Lament’s paw spoke as he gestured a tentative greeting and curious enquiry. His face remained passive and stoic, as was only polite. “Hello back to you, I’m Lament Pyre, new around here. Curious skull you have there.” He said, gesturing towards the armour piece. The Ademre were well known for crafting, though they focused mainly on swords. Lament was missing the blade he had trained with in his youth. Perhaps he would have a chance here to sit down and attempt to craft something similar. "Speech"|"Ademic"

Plague found himself standing in front of the dark male that looked like perhaps his markings had come directly from fire and he gave him a small, pleasant smile while his emerald eyes sized him up. He was a fair bit shorter and lighter in build than himself, but he was also aware that he was taller than what was perhaps deemed "average". The markings he carried were intriguing and quite bold so that much Plague could appreciate and find a certain beauty in. When the attention was turned to the skull attached to his armor over his shoulder he glanced toward it with a chuckle. "Yes... I'd tell you how I came across it, but I'm not sure you'd believe me." That night still felt like a surreal nightmare even to himself and he had been the one to live it. Casting his gaze back toward the male in front of him, he added, "I'm Plague Klein-Abraxas. A pleasure to meet you, Lament." He wasn't exactly the most sociable wolf in the world, but Lament had caught him in a good mood so he felt like he should at least take advantage of the moment to get to know someone that was new to the pack. He gave a small nod to the path he had been walking and told him, "I was just in the middle of doing a patrol to get a bit of time wearing this armor to make sure it doesn't need any alterations. Would you like to join me?" As another thought crossed his mind he raised a curious brow at the male and added, "Or perhaps you'd be interested in a spar? Some real world testing would probably be more beneficial." Talk

Lament Pyre The Ademre chuckled with a gentle shake of his paw, his impassive face craning ever so slightly to look up at the giant of a wolf. “I’ve seen some strange things since arriving here.” He admitted. Some of it was a bit shaky, holes in his memories, and others faded. Some stood strong and sharp. The after affect of what his mentor had done to him and his sisters. He recognised the name Klein, and eyed the man more critically, though his curiosity was displayed only in the subtle shifting of his paw. Was this a child of Deathbelle, his once lover? “I would” He agreed. Patrolling was his first choice of task to help him familiarize himself with this territory. At the offer of a spar, he paused, and came to a stop, having been on the verge of walking and gesturing for Plague to lead the way. “I would not say no to a spar” he agreed. It would be ideal to familiarise himself with the fighting style of his new pack. "Speech"|"Ademic"

When Lament showed interest in a spar a pleased smirk pulled at the stoic man's lips. "Wonderful. Come, I have a spot by the shore that I like to train in." While Plague tended to be a man of few words and liked to show even fewer emotions, he would easily and readily admit that fighting was where he was most comfortable. There was something about the strategy, the effort, and the physicality in a fight that made him feel the most himself and the most at home in his skin. There was no chance for him to overthink things and it was the one and only time he allowed himself to act quickly and reactively. It was also one of his favorite ways to get to know someone new since it told him all he needed to know about a fellow fighter. He led the way to an open area on the beach that he had cleared a while back of any pieces of drift wood or noticeable rocks. It offered a fairly decently sized sparring area that was out of the way of the rest of the pack and a soft enough ground that if they happened to fall or shove each other there wouldn't be too much damage done. Plus it offered a bit more difficulty with the ever shifting nature of sand. He was never one to shy away from a challenge. He took his spot with his back to the ocean across from Lament, leaving a good bit of space between them before he began setting his defenses and preparing himself for this opponent. "Why don't you take the first move? A bit of a welcome present if you will," he offered with a soft chuckle, staring down Lament and watching closely for his first move. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Lament for Spar Round 0/2? Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather chest brace Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual Specialty: N/A Talk

Lament was very interested in seeing this spot. If it was to his liking, he might make use of it himself. He needed open space and firm footing for his daily exercises. He was right behind Plague as they entered the beach, and had a look over the place himself. Letting his paws sink into the sand, letting himself feel the give of the beach and familiarise himself with the lay of the land. He didn’t want any surprises while he was locked into spar with the white wolf. His paw twitched into a subtle, amused smirk at Plague's words. A welcome present, right. He just wanted to see Laments style before the fight really began. The Ademre let himself sink into the calm state of mind needed for a battle. Letting his emotions turn to stone, sinking his awareness into the world beyond him. His body was lithe, loose, at ease/ When he moved, he moved fast. Striking forward as he dove at the larger wolf, aiming to knock his shoulder into the right wrist of the other wolf, and knock him off balance. He let his stride continue bringing him forward, aiming to graze his teeth into the softer skin behind his armpit. Lament Pyre of the Ademre vs Plague for Spar Round 1/2 Age: over 1 Size: Extra large Build: Light Mutation 1: Elongated fangs - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: N/A "Speech"|"Ademic"

The fire-marked man was swift with his first attack, and Plague kept his gaze locked on Lament as he moved, though by the time he figured out which way he was going he didn't have a chance to fully avoid it. Lament's shoulder connected with the lower part of his right leg and Plague rolled with the impact, quickly shifting his weight to his opposite leg to let his right leg get swept from under him without doing more than stumbling a slight bit. Because his attention had been pulled to simply keeping his balance, he wasn't able to dodge Lament's teeth nipping at his side either, but that was alright. It was just a graze of teeth that at most left some light scratches in their wake, the blood slightly welling up to the surface. Either way it kept Lament within his reach so as soon as he got his paw back on the ground and fully regained his balance, he took a step and lunged forward to reach toward his opponent. He attempted to shove his skull-cloaked right shoulder into Lament's side near where his side and hind leg met, intending to miss the man's rib cadge so he wouldn't do too much damage with the attack. Plague also reached his open jaws toward the lower portion of Laments back, right leg, wanting to get a hold of the limb to try and pull him off balance and bring him off his feet. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Lament for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather chest brace Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual Specialty: N/A Talk

His jaw connected, and he gained a mouthful of fur. Making sure he didn’t dig his elongated fangs in too far. This was a practice bout, after all. A light tinge of copper blood grazed his tongue as he pulled away. Plague was turning with him, shoving his new armour piece into his side. A hiss of breath left the dark coated wolf, and his expression remained impassive. The man's jaw landed on his back limb, and Lament rolled his weight forward to his front paws, before kicking out hard and violently, and to the side. Attempting to dislodge the other wolf, and graze his shoulder with the kick.

With his weight to the front, the red wolf aimed to duck his head under the white wolf and graze his teeth over his softer underbelly.

Lament Pyre of the Ademre vs Plague for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

"Speech"

He appreciated Lament's reflexes as he shifted to retain his balance despite Plague's attempts to knock him down. He always enjoyed fights more when his opponent was able to bring some of their own unique skills to the table and find clever ways to roll with whatever he threw at them. The kick the man gave jostled him enough to make him release the limb, the yellow dipped paw knocked against the skull covering his shoulder as well as it kicked out at him. It made him take a couple quick sidesteps to keep his balance, pivoting a bit as he scrambled across the sand to keep his head facing Lament's hip while shifting his lower half away from his opponent at the same time to avoid the strike the male was trying to take at his stomach. Not wanting to give him too much time to get out of his range, Plague attempted to quickly lunge forward with his head tucked down over his throat, wanting to give a hard head butt right at Lament's thigh to knock him over. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Lament for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather chest brace Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual Specialty: N/A Talk

And the winner is...

Lament

Plague must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Lament: Rolls: 83, 48, 60, 33 Adjusted rolls: 91.3, 50.4, 63, 33 Total: 273.36 Plague: Rolls: 72, 23, 26, 74 Adjusted rolls: 75.6, 26.45, 26, 81.4 Total: 240.87