I JUST WANT A TASTE

The day was still young with much to do in it, Eraithus could not wait to get himself moving. Of course being a Nephilim didn't really suit him but Eraithus did admit that he hadn't done much for the pack as of late. A yawn crossed his face, folding his tongue back in his mouth. Shaking the chilly air from his fur the blue gentleman gave a sigh. He had grown complacent and too weary hadn't he. Perhaps he was still mourning his brother and sister. My how he missed them, he felt a pang of sorrow in his heart for a single moment. Then with a deep breath he returned to a calm state.

He stood on a rock slab on the mountain, a small concave in the massive mound of dirt. The cooled molten lava from the recent explosion, though recent meaning seasons ago, had created a bumpy surface while his pads ran over it. The surface area of the rock slab he was on was enough to fit a whole group of wolves if one was smart about it. Declining down to the bottom there was no risk of injury either. His current resting place was not far from the beginning of the mountain. The wolf craved training, his paws stretching as his shoulders rolled backward cracking as they did.

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Since his return to Shiba following his period of disturbance, Mikko had quietly taken it upon himself to find ways to entertain himself closer to home. Damage to her reputation had been a very real concern for him, primarily because he'd been the reason for her initial disappearance, but now that some time had passed and he could comfortably infer that the woman's position was no longer in jeopardy due to his own absence, he was determined not to let his newest opportunity for redemption slip from his grasp.

So, while he neither saw nor smelled anything that gave him cause for concern, the stirring of rubble had captured his tattered ears--and his curiosity--enough to draw him from his resting place. The forsaken beast lumbered over dust and stone with ease, his head low as an unblinking eye scanned the horizon in front of him for the company he sensed was nearby. It couldn't hurt, either, he figured, to attempt making his presence known to the rest of Habari. Perhaps his debt was directly owed to Shiba, but he lived under her niece now along with a slew of other wolves, and he'd taken a rank meant to protect all of them--not just the ashen Klein woman.

The stranger's blue form appeared to Mikko as he cleared a ledge, landing upon heavy paws that slowed to place himself before him. He stood there for a moment, eyeing the other male up and down before giving an idle twitch of his own equally crooked tail. "You look bored," he huffed from marred lips.

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I JUST WANT A TASTE

Eraithus' head turned around when he spotted his pack mate. The blue wolf stayed still his eyes not showing any sign of surprise. Of course there would be others here. Then again it was almost as if he had forgotten to be a pack wolf. Boredom? Well that could be true, he wasn't out hunting he wasn't out searching for something to bring back to the pack. His fighting skills needed polishing too and suddenly he was accutely aware that his packmate here could supply him with a bit of entertainment. Mikko looked like a scared male, it littered his body and they shared the same twisted tail albeit in different directions.

"I indeed am, it's been a while since I could stretch my muscles. Whenever I look for spars I can never find other willing wolves these past few months." he spoke the truth. Eraithus had made attempts previous to find partners to fight against. How else was he supposed to get better. Not to mention his irritation had grown with his want of blood. Mikko's blood must have tasted amazing. Eraithus flicked the edge of his tail. "My Name's Eraithus. I am currently a Niphilim." perhaps it was not smart of him to share his rank but the gentleman was no liar that was for certain.

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The blue male turned to him, addressing him coolly with eyes that Mikko could almost feel scanning him up and down. He waited there upon the stone ground, patient and stoic, silent as he waited for the other to respond and quietly taking his own opportunity to assess this unfamiliar pack mate in turn. When the stranger finally spoke, though, his eye flicked upward immediately to meet his, not wanting to miss a beat of information.

As it turned out, this male was looking for a sparring partner, something Mikko wasn't expecting--but was inwardly excited--to hear. He introduced himself as Eraithus, Nephilim, a rank the brute recalled to be far more lowly than his own. So he'd found someone who was living out some sort of punishment? Mikko huffed at this. Of course he had. Their difference in rank mattered little to him on a personal level, but he knew what it was like to be at the bottom of the ladder. It certainly wasn't fun. He had his whole body to prove that.

Good thing he's looking for a fight. Mikko flicked a tattered ear and shifted, unblinking, where he stood. It wasn't like he had anything to lose. "Mikko, Shujaa Hashmallim. I don't care what you did or why you're being punished, but you're going to have to train if you're going to get out of it." With a roll of his shoulders and a lick of his nose, he narrowed his eye and scraped his claws against the hard ground, readying himself for what was inevitably about to ensue. "So go on, then. Stretch your muscles."

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I JUST WANT A TASTE

There was a glint of excitement in Eraithus' gaze while he looked at Mikko. He definitely didn't have much to lose that's for sure, somehow the sight of the others scars reminded Eraithus of his hunger. Not the kind of hunger that he could catch prey for, his mouth watered at the idea. How long had it been since he had been gnawing on rabbit bones to keep the urges away? It came flooding back to him when Mikko mentioned a welcoming greeting at a spar. Adrenaline began running through his veins, causing his heart to pound against his chest. His tongue rolled on the roof of his mouth, trying to conceal his exitement of the thought of a fight. Mikko was heavily scarred, Eraithus was not, but perhaps it was because he hadn't gotten into to many fights. Giving a quick shake to his fur he faced Mikko only a few feet away from him, bending his knee's he prepared for a fight. Yet, he was going to hold nothing back.

Eraithus bent his knee's keeping himself lower to the earth below. Tail leveling with his spine his hackles rose up almost in excitement more than anything. The blue wolf found his toes spreading into the dirt feeling his surroundings as his lips drew back into a snarl. His face muscles scrunched, squinting his eyes, pressing his ears against the back of his skull the male felt ready for almost anything now. The experienced fighter had beaten himself up over his laziness from before but now... now he'd prove his worth.

Pushing off his back legs powerful muscles bunched as the male pushed forwards to his opponent. Eraithus took a sharp step to the right opening his jaws he made an attempt to feign an attack for Mikko's leg shoulder. Suddenly he made an attempt to raise his own left leg pushing his weight on his last remaining three. Eraithus' aimed to slam his left paw into Mikko's own, wanting the force to be something of a surprise Eraithus tried to push his entire weight into it. With his jaws open Eraithus' upper jaw aimed to gain purchase of the flesh below Mikko's left elbow. His target being the soft underlying flesh Mikko had at the ribs. With his mouth watering Eraithus felt the wind pushing against him. Blood. He wanted Blood.

Eraithus Zanthus vs Mikko for Minor Main(Broken toe)
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A

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It seemed he only needed to give the word. For weeks before he'd found Shiba, Mikko had been in unimaginable pain, littered with festering flesh wounds, a vacant eye socket, a broken wrist, and a shattered heart. He'd been a living, breathing corpse. And in the years before that, it seemed he'd always borne some sort of new cut, scrape, or bruise. This was the first time in a long time that Mikko merely existed without pain, and for the most part, it came as a great relief...but there was something nostalgic, something familiar, about even the thought of feeling a fresh sting to his hide.

As the other beast postured before him, so did Mikko return the gesture, widening his stance and gripping the volcanic ground with blunt claws. His head lowered and tail raised, both in tandem working to straighten his spine and make his throat less accessible. Ears flattened against a battered skull, and his gaze--even the absent half--narrowed. Finally, at the last moment, his lips pulled back into a seasoned, vicious snarl, and his shoulders drew forward to bring forward any loose skin as an added layer of protection to his front.

Mikko's good eye spotted Eraithus darting to the side, and he quickly followed suit, whipping his head to the left with open jaws in hopes of catching a mouthful of the other male's left shoulder before it could entirely pass him by. However, as he did so, he felt a sudden, sharp pain shoot up his left forelimb as well as a tearing pain through his left side near his elbow. The combined assault upon his leg nearly made it buckle, but Mikko tried to use this to his advantage, allowing himself to falter toward Eraithus in an attempt to throw the blue male off-balance with his heavier weight--and to put more weight into his own initial bite, if he'd managed to make purchase at all.

Mikko Romanov vs Eraithus Zanthus for Minor Maim (Torn ear)
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A

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I JUST WANT A TASTE

His attack had been succesful, blood oozed into his mouth. The warm feeling of it sent shivers down his spine and for once Eraithus felt alive. The wolf hid a moan under a growl his teeth glinting with the liquid that left Mikko's body. It wasn't much, considering that the flesh here was thin. Blood vessels in other area's would produce more but he hadn't thought about that. Instead his mind whirled with the fight around him, his senses coming alive as he breathed.

It wasn't all right though. Eraithus had felt Mikko's teeth try to purchase one of his ears, the male's attempt to bite his shoulder had missed but hit differently. Now that Eraithus was on three legs the male made sure to spread his toes balancing his weight more to his right. This however didn't seem to be playing in his favor. Mikko's attempt to topple him almost worked, feeling the pressure tipping him the wolf quickly had to twist his tail wanting to let go of the heavier male's side and snap his head upwards. His head aimed to collide with Mikko's face his eyes nothing but narrow slits as he did so. Eraithus' remaining three legs buckled, keeping him steady while a growl ripped through his throat. Eraithus was at a standstill trying to keep his balance as his paw attempted to remain locked on Mikko's own paw. His stomach tightened, with moth anxiety and the muscles flexing to keep his balance with effort.

Eraithus Zanthus vs Mikko for Minor Main(Broken toe)
Round 2/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A

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