Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]
For a really small guy, that raccoon could run. Well, compared to his normal wolf speed perhaps not but he was sure a lot faster then Artisan would have assumed he'd be. Raccoons were a tree-climbing bunch, weren't they? Snails on the ground, but swinging through the trees? Maybe that was monkeys, but Art definitely presumed he'd have the upper hand here in the snow regardless.
Armando booked it as soon as he'd heard Artisan's battle cry and the brightly colored man followed hot on his bushy tail. Unfortunately whatever ground he'd caught up on in the straight line chase was immediately lost as Armando ducked beneath and went overtop spectators, eventually coming to rest behind one of the sexier ones [Recluse]. Not that the bunch of wolves who'd come to watch weren't all inherently sexy in their own ways, but Art was sure he'd seen an elderly dude show up and that brought the attraction-level average down enough for the rest to shine through.
Artisan weaved and bobbed through spectators, murmuring a soft 'excuse me, pardon me' as he navigated along until he was forced to stop at the albino woman. The raccoon's stupid helmet was clearly visible from behind her and Artisan glared daggers at it. Hya came up behind him - thank god for brothers - and Artisan waved his paw around Recluses front end while he moved to her rear. "You go that way (the side with the teeth), I go this way." He coached Hya. To the albino woman who was unwillingly placed in the middle, [Recluse] he gave his best apologetic smile. "Excuse me, love, pirate business."
Artisan wears multiple twine bracelets around his forelegs, each one with different colored homemade marble-like beads upon it. Each bead corresponds to a wolf who he has met and decided deserved a place on his wrist, and thus he might ask your character for a lock of fur, etc to add to his creation to remember your character by.
Unless otherwise stated, you can assume he is wearing them at all times.
Artisan's companions are two blue and yellow macaws, their names are Siri(F) and Cisco(M) and while they can be assumed to always be nearby, they're likely out of sight.
Hearing that Manea was going to follow through on her word, Chimera had made the trek north. While the other wolves cheered and called, being obnoxious and putting on a show, the two-toned King stayed silent. He watched the fight with interest, but made no move to join the crowd or mingle with the rabble. The earthen fae and her followers yapped like mouthy little chihuahuas and, though he didn't know the brown fae, he greatly wanted her to lose. The whole fight was nothing but a spectacle. A show. Disgraceful.
Supportive calls from the woman's children rang out and Chimera was intrigued and pleased that the horned fae would invite her children to watch what could be a potentially brutal battle. This turned out to be the case. The giant amaranthine fae did exactly what needed to be done and, in Chimera's eye, she bested the other woman. Blood was spilled on both sides, but the skill and the drive was evident, tipping the scales to Manea's side. It was all well and good. Friends in the north would be beneficial to both Fenmyre and whatever Manea built alike. She had followed through with her word just like Chimera had expected, but he had needed to see it to be fully certain.
Despite the battle being completed, wolves continued to arrive in droves. Too busy for Chimera's liking. The king made sure to lock eyes with Manea for but a moment, giving a nod of approval before turning and moving away from the gathering. He had seen what needed to be seen and there was nothing left to do in the north but freeze. Chimera started the long journey home, but he doubted it would be the last time that he found himself in the snowy reaches of Boreas. Not if his plans bloomed to fruition. Plans that began with seeing Manea's two children cheering for their future empire.
Chi has three black Tibetan Mastiff's as guards. Assume they're very close by.
MANEA vs SPARROW for PACK CLAIM
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The battle ended and the purple fae fled (Shelby permission to PP her leaving), leaving Sparrow to look over the divided crowd. She currently faced those in support of Manea, and recognized Sirius among them. Eligos, Hattori, and Recluse sat somewhere along the middle, not choosing to take sides. Losers, but probably a smart move. Sparrow's attention fell to Sirius and Alastor whispering among themselves. "Aww, sorry your new alliance didn't work out, Sirius," she faked sad for a second. "But hey, maybe they can fill your ranks, I heard you needed more men on border patrol anyway. The loser's husband seems more than willing to fight by your side- or was that just as alpha to fake alpha?" That was sarcasm. He seemed to have plenty of eyes around his borders from what Jynn had said. Sparrow turned a little to look at the small group of alphas that didn't choose sides. Her right leg faltered slightly as her shoulder bled out more. Ah, she'd almost forgotten about that. Well... She could deal with that later. "Recluse, really, I'm totally hurt by your lack of commitment to me, I thought we were friends! You could have been my step mother for all I'd known!" She threw on a joking smile, though her teeth gritted against the pain from her wounds as her adrenalin began to ebb away. "Hattyhat, good to see you came. I know you were secretly rooting for me. And Eli, now that I'm and alpha I guess, can I get a look at that lake sometime?" All were jokes, couldn't let the crowd think she was gonna be any more serious as an alpha. "Anyone from the old pack can contend to be a pirate if they wanna. If not, you're free to go. Same goes for Manea's family if you really wanna." She tossed a glance to her supporters, "As for all of y'all... What do you say we chase away the naysayers and have ourselves a party? I need something for this wound- and by something I mean alcohol." She tossed everyone a toothy smile. "Go wild, guys! We'll decide a nice place and name for our pack after." To those who didn't choose sides, she gave one last look, "You all can stay too, I guess, just don't be boring." |
Sparrow has a female Harlequin Macaw named Pongolo and a male Capuchin monkey named Friar, and a hairless mushroom tuxedo cat named Beef Sandwich. She also has cat claws... and some weird leg spike things.
When the fight was over and it looked like the participants were going their separate ways Sunder seized his chance. He stood up - no small effort considering how tightly his legs were bound - and trundled over to Sparrow. Win or lose he’d been waiting for this moment. Since the party he’d wanted to be a pirate and today was his chance to see that desire through. Though his clothes were stifling his movements ,somehow Sunder’s exuberance still shown through. “Pirate King, hello!” The scarf tassels hanging off the end of his tail flapped noisily as he wagged his tail in joyous greeting. “Ya took a knife beautifully I must say!” That Sunder was terrible at compliments was lost on him. “I knew da day of da pa’ty a pirate life was fo me and today has only reenfo’ced dat belief. If you will have me I wish to join ya crew.” "" |
Sparrow has a female Harlequin Macaw named Pongolo and a male Capuchin monkey named Friar, and a hairless mushroom tuxedo cat named Beef Sandwich. She also has cat claws... and some weird leg spike things.
Chase them off? Sunder's mouth closed save for a little hollow at the end that let the tip of his tongue hang out. His head swiveled so he could get a look at the guys in question. Those were some big dudes...but if chasing one was his 'in' then, well, he was going to give chase. His smile returned as he glanced back at Sparrow. "Consida it done!" There were an awful lot to choose from, so Sunder opted for a scattershot approach. He took off towards that portion of the crowd and began shouting halfway across the field. "Look at all dese losers just runnin' away! Yes, yes, go home, sad sacks! Maybe next time, eh?" The wraps around Sunder's body were slowing him down and making his progress a graceless trundle, but he was honestly trying to move as quickly as he could. He stumbled, nearly fell, but saved himself at the last second and kept trundling and shouting unperturbed. "Go on, shoo! Away with you lot! Shoo!" Whether or not that would egg someone into seeking revenge, Sunder didn't know. What he did know was that even if no one bit, because they were leaving he was still technically chasing them away. "" |