Make Way For Young Blood
Reaper Challenge
02-06-2021, 11:07 AM
Aslatiel Fatalis had made a decision. She couldn't keep drifting along in life. Her birthday was knocking and she would soon be an adult. Already, she'd gone through so much in life. Broken bones, battles, life saving feats, separation, loss. What was she even doing in her life at present? Nothing. She had no path. The talk with her father had made her realize two things. One, she needed direction and goal. Two, he needed her to take her role in the pack. She literally had to take it. Magnus had been somewhat absent as of late. She didn't hold it against him. From what she'd heard, he'd developed a relationship with the former empress of Ashen. Going back and forth between the Armada and wherever she was had to be tiring. Aslatiel, as quirky as her behaviors were, she understood love and the need to be with the one you loved. However, being so divided wasn't beneficial to the Armada. Reaper was an important position and it required complete attention and devotion. Wasn't it her desire to uplift her family and pack? And so the decision had been made. Though she loved Magnus, she would challenge him for the position. The young Fatalis chose the challenge the current Reaper at the center of the territory by the giant bonfire and obelisk. A public place where all could witness. There would be no denying her win, or loss. If she did lose, she would challenge him again and again until she was successful. Raising her muzzle, she called out for both Magnus and any who wished to bear witness to the succession of the young woman. "Aslatiel"
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02-06-2021, 11:55 AM
Though it had never been said outright Ophie had always been nudged away from pestering her eldest sister. The little Fatalis had seen her in passing a lot but had never quite struck up the courage to just go up to her and say hi. What was the worst that could happen? A lot of things actually. More than anything in the whole wide world Ophie wanted to be liked and loved and so the thought of her own sister casting her aside was more than enough to make her keep second guessing herself. The what ifs and maybes were forcibly shoved aside when she heard her sister raise a howl to the sky, asking for an audience to something that sounded really important.
Rocking back on her heels Ophie felt as though she ought to just let it go, but she wanted to see what was going on and as a Fatalis it was her right to, surely? Surely surely surely. Breaking out into a lope, Ophie splashed her way through puddles and muck and eventually found herself in the Armada's communal space, the bonfire lit, pelts laid out as Aslatiel waited in the centre. Her shoulders square and resolute, her gaze sharp and focused.
Ophie was quick to settle on one of the furs as she waited. Serious stuff was afoot.
02-06-2021, 01:05 PM
Magnus had been torn as of late. With the news of Deathbelles pregnancy, he felt wrong living all the way away from her. He simply didn't allow her to travel to the Armada anymore, only he would make the journey from now on, but it was exhausting. He wanted to make sure Belle had every thing she needed and wanted during her term, and he didn't want to rely on anyone else to do the work for him. If anyone needed to take care of Deathbelle, it was him.
Asla's call rang out and his ears perked, interested immediately but hardly surprised. It didn't take him long to arrive to the packs center where the young woman stood and her younger sister sat to watch. He offered a smile to both of the ladies before setting his gaze on Asla. Perhaps this was what they both needed. Asla needed purpose in her life and Magnus needed a break, or well a break to worry about other things, anyway. Today may actually be Asla's lucky day.
He didn't want to wait any longer than he had to, and although he was sure others would certainly love to see a fight, there would be no fight here today. Asla wanted what he had, but Magnus also wanted what she had. He wouldn't wait any longer, refusing to let others gather for a show that wouldn't go on.
"There will be no challenge today." He said, looking hard at Aslatiel for her reaction before flicking his gaze to Ophelia and back to Asla. "I give you my rank, Asla, with no ill will. You belong in the rank of Reaper, with your parents, at the head of the Armada." He offered a small smile, glad to see that if anyone tried to take the rank, it was Aslatiel.
Asla's call rang out and his ears perked, interested immediately but hardly surprised. It didn't take him long to arrive to the packs center where the young woman stood and her younger sister sat to watch. He offered a smile to both of the ladies before setting his gaze on Asla. Perhaps this was what they both needed. Asla needed purpose in her life and Magnus needed a break, or well a break to worry about other things, anyway. Today may actually be Asla's lucky day.
He didn't want to wait any longer than he had to, and although he was sure others would certainly love to see a fight, there would be no fight here today. Asla wanted what he had, but Magnus also wanted what she had. He wouldn't wait any longer, refusing to let others gather for a show that wouldn't go on.
"There will be no challenge today." He said, looking hard at Aslatiel for her reaction before flicking his gaze to Ophelia and back to Asla. "I give you my rank, Asla, with no ill will. You belong in the rank of Reaper, with your parents, at the head of the Armada." He offered a small smile, glad to see that if anyone tried to take the rank, it was Aslatiel.
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02-06-2021, 01:31 PM
The Warlord had been waiting for his daughters call. Hearing it now, he changed course and fell into a light jog, making his way into the packs center. He approved of her choice to hold it here. He was looking forward to seeing what she had learnt, and to see the differences in her style to that of her Uncle. It had been his intention to stand before the younger generation, and explain to them the strengths and weaknesses if the moves used. The importance of holding his rank as challangable, to keep everyone sharp in the event of an attack. He wanted to see wolves rotate through the Reaper rank. Each wolf would bring something different to the table, each wold would learn something new in the battle for it.
Instead, Magnus refused the challange. He refused to uphold the dignity of the station he had fought so hard to obtain. All of that time and effort spent to earn it, and he gave it away. The rank wasn't there to be given, it was there to be earned. Through trials, or through challange. The wolf that held it woukd know that they had earned it. "Why, Magnus?" He stopped before his Reaper and looked into the purple gaze of his wolf. He did not hide his disappointment, his betrayal.
Instead, Magnus refused the challange. He refused to uphold the dignity of the station he had fought so hard to obtain. All of that time and effort spent to earn it, and he gave it away. The rank wasn't there to be given, it was there to be earned. Through trials, or through challange. The wolf that held it woukd know that they had earned it. "Why, Magnus?" He stopped before his Reaper and looked into the purple gaze of his wolf. He did not hide his disappointment, his betrayal.
02-06-2021, 01:35 PM
Naiche made his way towards the little gathering. He hadn’t been up close when Magnus spoke but he still caught most of it. Magnus had resigned his rank over to Magnus. Magnus had beaten him to reaper but Naiche had pulled a close second. Naiche had imagined with time he would have taken the position once the older wolf had aged just a bit more. Yet already he had lost the rank and instead of to Naiche it was too Asla. That was unexpected. Naiche got in closer to the group. His eyes shifted from Magnus to Asla and for a bit the thought of challenging her for it hung in his mind. That had been his future position that she had just snatched up. The moment past and he found no desire in him to take the rank. “Congratulations, Reaper.” The formal voice he never gave her for princess offered for reaper. A public setting and a raised status it seemed the thing to do. "Speech"
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