The pent up Warlord needed a distraction, and he needed it badly. He could feel it roiling inside of him. The helpless frustration and hurt left in the wake of his wife's death. Not anger. He steered very, very carefully away from rage. And wouldn't describe the white-hot emotions in his gut that way. Not with the promise he had made her so close to his thoughts.

He left Art and Briar to look after the kids for the day, and made his way to the battlefield. Knowing he needed to find a healthy release before it boiled over. He was breathing hard by the time he made it to the barren field, but it wasn't his punishing pace that left him short of breath.

He squared off his stance, looking out across the midday sky before tipping back his head. Letting loose a summoning call as the grieving wolf sought a spar partner.


"Sirius Fatalis"

For the first time since coming back to these lands Banshee was exploring beyond Ashen's territory. She felt rather comfortable leaving Verity for a little bit since she was spending some time with Seere doing healing training. Ban knew her daughter was in safe company and figured this might be her only chance for a bit to get out for a bit. As a Mother she didn't really need much time alone but she knew it was healthy to steal those moments when she could. Especially after the journey she had been on. Escaping a dreadfully toxic relationship with a six month old pup was nothing but stressful. It was why she had been so hesitant to leave her daughter in the first place. Banshee wasn't sure if her ex would try to track her down or not. She doubted he could, Ban made sure to cover their tracks well. When they first took off she and her daughter took mud baths to cover their scents and she took odd paths to throw him off. But, there was still that worry in the back of her head that reminded her to make this trip short and sweet. Initially Banshee didn't know what she wanted to do with her free day but when that familiar voice filled her ears she couldn't resist. A nervous heat slithered through her veins as she ran towards The Battlefield. She wasn't sure what to expect upon arrival. Would her former adoptive father terrorize her with guilt? Or would he be happy to see her? Or maybe he wouldn't want anything to do with her. Banshee was prepared for all of the above. She did not want to exist in the same realm as the male without at least having some words with him. Despite leaving when she was younger Ban still cared for the male. He was like the father she never had, or deserved. Blue eyes fell upon that massive form and emotion washed over her. Her breathing was heavy after the long run but she paid it no mind. What was bothersome was how fast her heart was racing. Not only from the exercise but mostly from the anxiety welling in her chest. Ban felt like a pup returning home knowing they are about to get harshly scolded by a parent. Her steps slowed to a stop, putting ten feet between them. The fanged woman allowed her eyes to connect with his own as she tried to tame her breathing. Impatiently the breathless woman spoke, "Sirius." That was all she could, or knew to, say in the moment. There was so much swimming in her mind. The fact that she had truly missed him or an explanation of where she had been. Of course he owed as much, but Banshee was at a loss of words. Banshee looked the man dead in the eye, "Fight me." As the words were said the babe's lips lifted and teeth were bared. Earthen toned hackles rolled upward and ears flicked back. She was ready for whatever the behemoth had to throw at her, knowing full well that this was going to be an incredibly hard battle. Banshee vs Sirius for Spar Round 0/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer ""

The Warlord was so startled by the wolf that appeared, that for a fleeting moment even the constant reminder of Zee’s loss vanished from him. All he could do was stare as she struggled to catch her breath. He leaned forward, taking in a deep breath. Letting the scent of her wrap around his memories. There was no mistaking it, this was Banshee. And… the scent of her told him she had been living in Ashen. For how long?

“Banshee Fatalis” he said, tasting the words slowly as he pulled himself from his surprise. “We searched for you. I thought…” He grimaced, pain flashing across his face. One wolf returned from the dead, and another gone forever.

Fight me

He gave a sharp nod. “If I win, you will tell me everything.” He said, setting the bounds of their spar. He waited a moment for her agreement, then rolled into a familiar fighting stance. Spreading his weight, tucking his claws into the earth. Centering himself as he gave her a moment to do the same. When she was ready, he charged. Closing the distance between them as he aimed to slam his right shoulder into hers. Bring them into close quarters, where his larger size would be of the most use.

Sirius vs Banshee for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Sirius Fatalis"

Banshee Fatalis... Deep, familiar, vocals slipped into her ears. A pang of guilt flew through her and stole her breath as he continued. We searched for you. I thought… Vanishing was something she deeply regretted. Leaving her loved ones to get trapped in some fucked up relationship... But, it gave her Verity. The beautiful little babe her life now revolved around. Regret shifted back to pure guilt. She could not say leaving was a mistake for Ver's sake but she would give anything to take away the pain that she witnessed sweep across Seer's face. Her hardened resolve almost gave way. Banshee wanted nothing more then to sprint his way and tuck her muzzle into his pelt, crying away the pain they both felt. Explaining everything and how much she had missed him. But, it was time to fight. If I win, you will tell me everything. It was an easy proposition to accept, even knowing that he was almost definitely going to win. "I agree." Sirius charged in her direction and Banshee could not deny a small twinge of fear that flickered in her core. Sirius was a force to be reckoned with and she was rusty. But, Ban hadn't answered this call with intentions of claiming victory. The distance was closed before she could even consider dodging his slam. Pain welled in her chest as her breath was taken from her by force. A growl bubbled in the depths of her throat as she tried to ignore the throbbing. A nice bruise would likely linger for some time. Banshee took a half-step backwards before quickly dipping her head down. Angeling her head to the side, Ban tried to wrap her teeth around his front right leg and pull. Hoping her fangs would hook the limb as she tried to bring it towards her. Banshee vs Sirius for Spar Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer ""

As he collided with Banshee, he remembered every part of why he had sought out a battle. A part of him regretted that it was Banshee he had found. Not because he didn’t wish to reconcile with her, but because he had come here to let loose. He didn’t want to hurt the wolf he had adopted and thought lost.

He let out a growl as she wrapped her teeth around his leg. Letting the strike land, and feeling her teeth sink in for purchase as she pulled the limb. He let the pain fuel the budding rage he had been holding in.That he had been protecting his youngest children from. He snapped his head down in an attempt to grab her cheek in his fangs. If he succeeded, he would move to wrench her head to the side. His aim was to expose her neck. If he lost some skin pulling her teeth from his leg, he couldn’t find the urge to care.

Sirius vs Banshee for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Sirius Fatalis"

Banshee was prepared to take some heat. Responding to a brawl with Sirius Fatalis was not something one did frivolously. Of course, the brute wasn't some ravenous fiend but he could do some damage. Perhaps they both needed to let loose and that's why their paths met at The Battlefield in the first place. Her teeth wrapped around his limb with ease. Blood made it's way into her mouth and causing her to growl a bit in response. It had been some time since that metallic taste invaded her sense. It seemed to awaken a dormant vigor. The desire to hone her abilities and dominate in battle. For so long her life had been consumed by pleasing others and now she had the chance to resume that path. Of not only improving her skills but doing what made her happy. Ban felt a jolt from her opponent as he aimed those monstrous fangs at her face. In direct response Banshee let go of his leg and countered his bite with the snapping of her own teeth. Sharp growls rippled from her jowls, shooting spittle in all directions, as she tried to battle his fangs with her own. Her intent was to wrap her fangs around his muzzle. But, it was a messy process likely leading in damage to not only her face but his as well. Adrenaline flew through her veins and prevented her from caring about much more then potentially winning. Banshee vs Sirius for Spar Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Large Build: Medium Companion 1: Spitting cobra, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-talked Hawk, Female - Flying Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Healer ""

And the winner is...

SIRIUS

BANSHEE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: BANSHEE Attack Roll: 42 Defense Roll: 55 Agility Roll: 86 Perception Roll: 54 Total: 237 Attack[42] + 25% Bonus[10.50]: 52.50 Defense[55] + 5% Bonus[2.75]: 57.75 Agility[86] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 86.00 Perception[54] + 10% Bonus[5.40]: 59.40 Total[255.65] + 15% Bonus[38.35]: 294.00 SIRIUS Attack Roll: 72 Defense Roll: 59 Agility Roll: 15 Perception Roll: 13 Total: 159 Attack[72] + 115% Bonus[82.80]: 154.80 Defense[59] + 20% Bonus[11.80]: 70.80 Agility[15] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 15.00 Perception[13] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 13.00 Total[253.60] + 25% Bonus[63.40]: 317.00