Sparrow, for once, wasn't the loudest in the crowd. She skirted the wolves, not quite feeling like yammering it up without Pyralis to back her up. She wasn't sure who either of the challengers were and didn't even really know the pack before this, so it was no harm no foul. She had no stake in this. Instead, she watched others in the crowd. Alastor as he stood looking a little dumbfounded, though she didn't know him as much as the stabby woman pressed to his side. Another man yelled about killing her. Somewhere, off a ways, Artorias stood and observed as she did. Many gathered just to watch. There weren't any brawls. There was so little chaos. It was almost too calm to be a real challenge. Sparrow sighed, not sure if she cared enough about who won to stay and observe.

Damn, her lands were close to the desert-dwelling pack and she had made a mental note to visit to see who her closest neighbors were, but before she got that chance, she caught wind that the pack had dissolved. What a shame, what a shame! Still, Medusa headed toward the oasis to see who was trying to stake their claim, and upon arriving towards the tail end of the fight, she couldn't say she recognized either challenger. She did recognize a few of the other scents that were there, the majority from Elysium of course, the dude from Castletown, and a couple from Ashen, along with some others she didn't recognize. Huh, compared to her challenge against Recluse, the audience here was pretty damn small. She found it interesting, but also not really. She was just here to see what was going on and to see who was gonna potentially be her new neighbor (unless the winner moved elsewhere), but regardless, she wanted a face to put to a new alpha. As she sat down, her allegiance was neutral, and for neither challenger. She didn't recognize anyone here really, but she did recognize a familiar scent upon the coat of a certain freckled pirate. Her gaze darted to her for a brief moment before returning to the fight at hand. Interesting... "Medusa"

Hattori could not say he was surprised that it had come to this. Celeste, though amiable enough at his borders, clearly lacked the experience and know how of a leader. Wanting a shiny crown wasn't enough to keep it and it had slipped quicker from her brow than Hattori had thought it would. He scanned the shores of the Oasis and wasn't surprised to find his son and his former mistress were nowhere to be seen. The desert was a rough place to settle, and with what little experience and supplies they had, it was no wonder it had all crumbled. That places like this weren't settled for a reason.

As usual, when there were pack claims all the usual faces were here, speaking and gossiping amongst themselves but Hattori couldn't help but note a sense of neutrality to the air. Like no one was overly enthused as to who won or lost. Whether it be because it simply didn't matter to them, or these two figures were equally unknown to them as they were to him was yet to be seen.

The air was too dry for his liking, the sand grainy and rough beneath his paws. But at least there was water to drink and shade beneath the swaying palm trees. He stuck to the edges, chose a palm tree to sit beside as he watched the fight unfold. Just to see. To know.

"Speech"

The west was definitely an interesting place to be wandering, with packs clustered tight and borders seemingly on every territory. Sol and Khonsu made their way to the next potential home, stumbling upon a dying pack sent and a cacophony of distant sounds. A fight? Neither wolf knew exactly what the protocol was here as far as spectating went, but it seemed many had already gathered to watch the fight. Was this what the northern warlord was speaking of when he mentioned fights for territory and status were commonplace here?

They settled off quite a distance from the rest of the wolves, unwilling to put themselves accidentally on the wrong side. "What if someone tries to hurt us?" Sol whispered to his brother, his voice threatening to break. "Then we will run. But it doesn't look like any fights are happening other than that main one in the middle." Khonsu gave back. The two fell into silence, Sol watching the two combatants closely while Khonsu scanned the crowd for any potential threats.

Sol & Khonsu

VOODOO vs LURID for PACK CHALLENGE

ROUND ONE

VOODOO:


WRITING

9/10 for Power Play:

• -1 make sure you attempt to close the distance between you and your opponent

6/10 for Clarity:

• -1 what angle is Voodoo attacking Lurid at?
• -1 how does Voodoo move to line her shoulder up with Lurid's chest?
• -1 what is Voodoo's damage intent with the shoulder slam?
• -1 what is Voodoo's damage intent with the bite? Is she going for a grip or just damage?

4/10 for Attacks:

• +2 shoulder slam
• +2 bite

2/5 for Defenses:

• +1 for each seen

10/10 for Injuries:

• first round

Status

4/12 for Experience:

• +1 Beginner Fighter
• +3 Intermediate Healer

4/5 for Health:

• -1 loner

VOODOO’s round one total: 39/62

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LURID:


WRITING

9/10 for Power Play:

• -1 "Once she had the woman in her jaws she would shake her head violently" if/then statement

7/10 for Clarity:

• -1 how did Lurid move so that Voodoo's shoulder slam hit her shoulder and not her chest?
• -1 "and moved her left paw a step" which left paw?
• -1 "raising up just a bit on her back legs as she with the force she used" It's not clear what this motion is trying to illustrate
  
  

2/10 for Attacks:

• +2 bite

2/5 for Defenses:

• +1 for each seen

10/10 for Injuries:

• first round
• moderate bruising to left shoulder
• scratches to left shoulder

Status

10/12 for Experience:

• +6 Master Fighter
• +4 Advanced Intellect

4/5 for Health:

• -1 loner

LURID’s round one total: 44/62

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ROUND TWO

VOODOO:


WRITING

10/10 for Power Play:

• none seen

5/10 for Clarity:

• -1 I don't follow how Voodoo is attempting to move them into a T position, especially as Voodoo would be more on Lurid's right instead of left based on previous attacks.
• -1 where along Lurid's body is Voodoo trying to form this T? I don't follow their positioning.
• -1 what motion does Voodoo intend to use with her paw swipe to unbalance Voodoo?
• -1 " force her left shoulder and body forward aiming" what other part of her body is she pushing forward?
• -1 what is the damage intent for her bite? Does Voodoo want to just cause damage or is she going for a hold?

4/10 for Attacks:

• +1 paw swipe
• +1 shoulder throw (at such close range it won't do as much damage against a solid target)
• +2 bite

5/5 for Defenses:

• +5 for each seen

10/10 for Injuries:

• none seen

Status

4/12 for Experience:

• +1 Beginner Fighter
• +3 Intermediate Healer

4/5 for Health:

• -1 loner

VOODOO’s round two total: 42/62

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LURID:


WRITING

9/10 for Power Play:

• -1 there's a bit too much movement. Lurid moves to her right and then is moving to her left at the end of the post. You need to make room for your opponent to react

6/10 for Clarity:

• -1 whose right is Lurid moving toward? 'Her' could apply to either of them
• -1 Its not clear how Lurid avoided the paw swipe
• -1 how did Lurid avoid the shoulder throw?
• -1 Lurid's motion to the left isn't clear. Is she stepping to the left, pivoting, etc.?

3/10 for Attacks:

• +2 headbutt
• +1 maim force

5/5 for Defenses:

• +1 for each seen

9/10 for Injuries:

• -1 light bruising to left shoulder (judge deduction from unaddressed attack)

Status

10/12 for Experience:

• +6 Master Fighter
• +4 Advanced Intellect

4/5 for Health:

• -1 loner

LURID’s round two total: 46/62

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ROUND THREE

VOODOO:


WRITING

10/10 for Power Play:

• none seen

7/10 for Clarity:

• -1 " swing her body to the right" make sure to specify whose right when they are facing different directions
• -1 "Aiming to push her body into Lurid’s left side." not sure if this is positioning related or an attack?
  
• -1 its unclear where on the left front leg Voodoo is aiming for

3/10 for Attacks:

• +2 bite
• +1 paw stomp

5/5 for Defenses:

• +1 each seen

9/10 for Injuries:

• -1 light bruising to right cheek

Status

4/12 for Experience:

• +1 Beginner Fighter
• +3 Intermediate Healer

4/5 for Health:

• -1 loner

VOODOO’s round three total: 42/62

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LURID:


WRITING

8/10 for Power Play:

• -1 "Should she be successful, she sought to topple the girl and pin her to the ground" if/then statement. Keep your intent limited to the initial attack. If going for a grip say you're going for a grip. Don't bother with what happens next until you actually get that grip.
• -1 "Should she not be successful in her attacks" watch these should, if/then kinds of statements. Since we don't know how this is going to go it can create confusion. For example I can't really count those defenses as they are a 'maybe'. Maybe they'll happen maybe they won't.

5/10 for Clarity:

• -1 how is she moving to the right? side stepping? Jumping? pivoting? its not clear.
• -1 "Snatching her leg back as" you need to specify which leg she's snatching away
• -1 make sure to specify where damage is occurring. Where are the scratches on her left forelimb?
• -1 what damage was done to her hind paw? If you don't specify your opponent can infer the severity and the judge will as well during judging
• -1 how is she moving to try and sit on Voodoo?

2/10 for Attacks:

• +2 bite

1/5 for Defenses:

• +1 each seen

7/10 for Injuries:

• -1 minor scratches on left foreleg
• -2 moderate bruising to hind right paw

Status

10/12 for Experience:

• +6 Master Fighter
• +4 Advanced Intellect

4/5 for Health:

• -1 loner

LURID’s round three total: 37/62

Totals:

VOODOO: 123/186
LURID: 127/186

And the winner is...

LURID! VOODOO must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out.

Damage:

VOODOO:

• -1 light bruising to right cheek

LURID:

• moderate bruising to left shoulder
• scratches to left shoulder
• minor scratches on left foreleg
• moderate bruising to hind right paw

- By Lunarcat7

What a rush. What - a - rush. [/i] Voodoo could feel her stamina waning on her. She yelped quickly dropping her body to the floor submissively. Though it had quickly turned into laughter exploding from her mouth. What had she expected when she had no fight training, but then again Lurid had been almost an even match for her and the two hadn't come into this with bad blood and Voodoo hadn't been paying attention to the crowd. She had to get back to her kids. Bruised and beaten she rose to her feet. She could heal her own wounds, and do what she was good at. Plus she had good news for her pups, they had a home.

Voodoo looked behind her at Lurid, "Never thought I'd get into a fight with such a goddess beautiful woman. Congratulations, this probably won't be the last you see of me." though she realized that could be ominous and she didn't care if Lurid wasn't attracted to females. Voodoo winked and began limping away to who knew where. Not even stopping to acknowledge the crowd that had been drawn in.

-exit-

T hroughout the fight, Requiem paced around the sidelines, watching and observing Lurid as she took on the unknown challenger. As her future king, he was responsible for making sure all of the fighters under the Amarix reign were up to snuff—that included the Empress herself. The silent brute watched the way Lurid moved, noted her every strike and defense, calculated her every success and blunder. He would be expected to give her an after action report on where she had been adept and where she had room to improve, and Requiem took his role with the utmost severity. More wolves had congregated to watch the spectacle and behold the next alpha of Boreas, but he paid no mind to them. Of course, there was no doubt in his mind that his lover would emerge triumphant in the end. She was destined for this from the day she was born, and no scrawny stranger was going to deprive Lurid of her birthright.

A t some point during the fight, a shout to Lurid from the peanut gallery caught Requiem's attention, his piercing glare turning to the offending wolf: an unimpressive gray wolf who looked to be a couple years his junior. But as little interest as Req had for the insolent boy, his attention was instead caught by the familiar black and red behemoth beside the boy. Alastor! Time seemed to stop for a moment when the crimson brute's eyes fell upon his lifelong rival. So he did live after all... How intriguing... But dealing with him could come until after the dust had settled. Lurid needed his attention solely on her. The fight was intense and fast-paced, and soon everything was over when Lurid managed to force the challenger into submission, the monochrome woman conceding defeat. The fight was won; Lurid had claimed her place as alpha! A proud grin split across Requiem's lips and he pounded his paws on the ground in applause for his Amarix queen.

R equiem gave Lurid the time to bask in her glory, to dismiss or finish off her opponent, and then he trotted up to her, an uncharacteristic spring in his step as his blackened heart filled with joy for his beloved. Req wasted no time moving right up to Lurid's side, gently brushing his side into hers in a public show of affection while he went to nuzzle her cheek. "I knew you'd win. You've secured your reign now, Blodreina," he whispered to her and the pride in his voice could not be masked, still grinning from ear to ear in a big, fang-filled smile. Peering up over Lu's shoulder to Alastor up on the hilltop, he shot the dark brute a wicked, smug grin while he let the other man watch as he nuzzled Lurid. He was showing off what he had taken from the once-betrothed man, how he had taken Lurid as his. It was a display of dominance and superiority, one he reveled in and one he had never gotten to lord over the wolf that had once had everything he ever dreamed of.


"Requiem" | "Latin"

You should see me in a crown;
Watch me make 'em bow, one by one!

As Voodoo yelped then surrendered, Lurid ceased her attack. Holding herself over the younger woman in a dominant fashion for only a moment. Letting out a held breath, Lurid watched as Voodoo rose from the ground. She had won. She had won? Voodoo spoke to the alabaster and gold bitch goddess, hearing the praise instead of a threat. "I do hope you are a woman of your word.."  Her tone could be mistaken for praise, but hers was a threat as well. Come for her or anyone under her protection and die.  She watched as the woman left, not truly caring about who was in the crowd. One wolf mattered to her at that moment and she turned to him, facing him head-on just as he moved in to run his body along hers and give her the most precious of kisses.

Her own body brushed the side of the red devil's as he greeted her in victory, the crown of her head moving down his ribs with a soft nip at his hip. Only then did she scan the crowd, holographic gaze falling to Alastor. A broad smile plastered on her face, looking back at her beloved Requiem, showing him the same affections in a bold statement to her once betrothed. "Eamus domum, Haihefa." Dual-toned voice shining with pride, she motioned for her supporters to follow her. The others present around the makeshift arena had no idea what they had witnessed, and Lurid's hackles raised with excited glee; sending a shiver down her spine. manic laughter escaping from her as she led her people away from the desert and into the arctic where her palace lay waiting.

- Exit -

Word count: 278 words.
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'

Note: ---

ART

The fight had come to an end with the larger she-wolf securing the win. Both wolves were unknown to Medusa, but that didn't matter. There was a new alpha in town and Medusa was curious about them (but that was a given, she was often curious about everyone). She glanced around at the others that had gathered as her paws lightly tapped the ground in thought. What would this new pack be like? Where would they be located? What was the winner's name? Why was she so goddamn pretty and sparkly looking without the actual sparkles!? She had so many questions, but alas, all things that would have to wait for an answer much to her dismay. Casting another glance around one last time, Medusa rose and headed back home. It was an interesting watch. An intensely good fight (weren't most of them though?) and she was glad she got to watch the show if nothing more than observing a new potential ally - or enemy - or who knew, maybe they'd avoid each other altogether. Whatever the case, she was off and headed back towards Insomnia.

-exit-

"Speech!"

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