It had been some time since Tyrian last roamed the battlefield. He couldn't quite put a paw on when. Sparrow's challenge, perhaps? That had to be close to a year now, didn't it. He was due, then, wasn't he? Much to his chagrin, Tyrian's commitment to upping his game had been rather short-lived. Well, today he was going to start over and try again. After finding a suitable place to spar, he set down his gear and began to untie it. He would leave its inclusion up to his partner. Sometimes it was nice to strip down to the essentials and see how far his skills could take him. At other times it made sense to practice in full gear lest his body forget the weight of it all. Today he could go either way so perhaps he'd take stock of whoever wished to challenge him and meet them where they were. ""

She hadn't a clue where she was.

The scent of blood was stale in the air so the woman knew that something must've happened recently, though had little clue as to what. Some great war, perhaps, or even a massive pack hunt. She certainly didn't know she was marching around a place for sparring as if it were some kind of colosseum. Not that she wouldn't welcome a good spar or wrestle, it just in the front of her mind currently.

As she wandered around the plains, she noticed someone standing off in the distance. As they appeared to be the only two in this otherwise vacant land, Jezebel made her way over. She would only slow her pace to a walk when she was within talking range, even if it required a bit of projection. He wasn't as large as the last man she'd seen, but similarly to him this man did have some fascinating features. Out from his upper lip were two massive fangs, much longer than anything she'd ever seen before. She wouldn't call him beautiful however, but she was equally fascinated by the blue tones in his coat.

"Would you like a little company?" She smiled, almost too innocently.

"Speech!"

The wide open nature of the battlefield meant Tyrian had a good long while to observe his would-be opponent as they approached. Even from a distance he could he could make out the telltale features of the feminine form; a form that only grew more and more curvaceous as the distance narrowed. After his initial appreciate assessment Tyrian did his best not to stare lest his approving eye take him into leering territory. "Would you like a little company?" At this Tyrian snorted quietly to himself and broke into a lopsided smirk. "Always." Tyrian's smirk turned into a grin as he fell into a defensive stance. He quirked a brow at her. She hadn't brought anything with her so he was going to leave his gear in the dirt this time. Which meant he was ready to go if she was. "Ladies first." ""