OOC: NO PUPS under 1 year please! Assume they have been put to bed on the ship! Takes place a little after the raid when the yearlings are considered 'real pirates' by rite of raid. Posts due 03/13/2023!

By tradition: When a pup turns 1 year old in the band, there is a party at night! It's the first time that wolf is able to drink and also experience a hangover. It's good to learn your limits early, right? Usually the Saints are around to make sure no one makes any unwanted mistakes while the Sins are there to make sure everyone has a fun time! Drinking, singing, presents, and sparring are all typical through the night.

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Sparrow could hardly believe it was time for another yearling party. This time there were two litters- one of her own, and one of Ignis and Eden. As much as she still shuddered to think she birthed the things, she was proud of how her pups were turning out. Because they were her own kids, she made sure to set this party up exactly as she had the last one, only adjusting for the fact that this party was for two litters instead of one. Pongolo flew overhead to keep an eye on things. Friar stayed on his stage performing once again, but this time adding in new ballads of the most recent raid. Beef Sandwich stood atop a point of driftwood, looking as pissed as usual, but not meaning anything by it. Loners and friendly pack wolves alike had been invited, all that was left was for everyone to show up and get wasted.

Calico Jack saunters along the black beach of his home, heading for the party that his mother had set up with a certain swagger in his steps. The moment he had cut his teeth in a raid, the patchwork pup had known that that is where he belonged. Adrenaline had sung through his veins and the wounds he received only added to the thrill of it all. It had been chaos, pure and simple and Calico had enjoyed every blessed minute of it. His first official raid had been the season before, when the other set of pups had turned one but he was already for another one.

With a huge, shit-eating grin is on his lips as he enters the area set aside for the party, noting that he is the first to arrive. Shooting Friar, a wink he stops to watchthe Capuchin monkey for a moment as he plays on his stage. Turning, the calico boy then makes his way to where the alcohol bottles are and grabs one before moving to claim a spot near the fire. Settling in, Calico Jack deftly uncorks his bottle and raises the bottle to where his mother stands, bowing his head in respect as he silently says, ‘this one’s for you’.

Lowering his bottle, he casts his gaze around waiting for others to appear before he begins to drink since drinking is more fun with friends… everyone knows that.


"Calico Jack"

When dusk began its transition to night, Aresenn found himself trailing his way up the coastline. The fire glow in the distance only reinforced the fact that he was in the right spot. However, it seemed that he was one of the first to come around- he was a little disappointed that Rivin or Diablo hadn’t found their way in just yet. Though, beyond his siblings' absence, it was easy to pick out Calico Jack. His amber gaze trailed the mottled pirate as he picked a bottle- out of several, and took it back to a comfortable spot.

As he finished off the distance that divided them, he offered Sparrow and Jack a nod in acknowledgment as he selected a bottle for himself, taking it back a bit towards the shadows where he could still be in a conversational distance if necessary, but at the same time, was able to stay out of the immediate way. Popping the cork off his drink, Aresenn took a swig- not expecting the burn as it bit him back. However, he was able to manage without making a complete fool of himself. After all, the second drink would be easier.

Gil stood diligently beside Sparrow. The first yearling party had been a tad tame since only his own pups had reached the ripe age of one at that time. Tonight's party would hopefully be more boisterous now that Sparrow's and Ignis' pups were attending. His gaze was already watery as he sipped on his liquor. Modesty would be the one to keep them in line while he would egg them on from the sidelines. Acting more as a coach than the referee, Gil offered boozy pairings and light snacks so that the kids could all enjoy a night of fun and shenanigans. ”Speech” ’Thought’

"We're late for the party," he called to his brother as he began loping excitedly down the beach. His long legs were gaining confidence as they continued to grow into young adults. While only mildly well-behaved, Scald was looking forward to having a good time with his friends and siblings tonight. The boy's dual-toned gaze lit up as he saw the flickering torches surrounding the area of the party. Booze and food lined tables as Friar played upon the nearby stage. Already his father and Sparrow were there and he couldn't help but wink in her direction. The dumb boy would never forget besting the Pirate King that one drunken night. Quickly grabbing a bottle for himself, Scald spotted Calico Jack and Aresenn not far off. "Jack!" Scald nearly chirps with excitement as he takes a swig of his bottle and heads over to the calico pirate. "How're you likin' your party so far?" He asks with that mischievous smirk of his as he sidles in to sit beside the other boy. Unlike the newly turned pups, Scald and his siblings had already had a season to get used to the burn of the booze. Even as he takes another swig, it flows easily down his throat without so much as a twinge from his eye. S C A L D

"Talk" Walk He couldn't believe his pups weren't...pups anymore. They were yearlings now, and he hadn't realized just how fast time had pased until today. They were attending their yearling party, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Let them drink and have fun, sure. But he hated the idea that they were getting older. Getting older only meant trouble. Loss of innocence. He wouldn't be able to protect them the older they got. When they started going their own ways in the world. But dammit, he'd still be there for them for as long as they wanted him to. He sat to watch as others gathered, drinking his own choice beverage as he felt it start to hit. Gaze roamed the handful that were here, spotting Aressen off in the shadows, Jack over the other way, other kids streaming in. He could see Diablo making his way slowly toward the party. His midnight and ruby child wasn't much for social gatherings, but he seemed to want to be a part of this just as much as the others. Sitting back, he threw back his head and had another drink. For one night, he wanted to forget that his pups weren't pups anymore.

Kashi was content to not go and party in the sand, but Roast Beef Sandwich had told him the drinks were sweet and beyond his better judgement, he decided to join the party, but not before making the hairless cat bring him some to taste ahead of time to make sure it was worth it. From the comfort of the ship, he sampled some of the drinks. They were good enough, but some were the worst thing ever and burned so he wouldn't be drinking those. After a few, he felt somewhat better about joining the party.

Mom and Ig and Gil were there and so were a lot of his pup mates. Friar played music, which was always nice. Calico Jack was already there drinking something. Arsenn too. Scald was talking to the group and Kashi tried to skirt around the chatting to grab himself a drink, sniffing at them before deciding which would be the sweetest to drink.

Sparrow was relieved her kids hit a year and none of them had died or disappeared or anything like that. They'd be tested against the next raid, but she was sure they'd survive. Gil and Ig joined to watch the party and Sparrow saddled next to the most reliable men in her life- which was funny since they weren't even her type if she had to ever guess. "So, anyone planning anymore litters?" she asked the guys as she tipped her drink back, "I mean I don't think most of us planned the first, but yanno." It was funny how things worked out like that.

Their yearling party had come… and Rivin had strongly debated about not even showing up. She wasn’t really in the mood to socialize and interact with others. Would it have been good for her to? Probably. Rivin hesitated after Sparrow’s call though. She remained where she was, staring up at the sky. Her mind felt weird… Like she was swimming and lost within herself, trying to get her bearings back. She shook her head back and forth. Maybe she was going crazy, just being with Lark and Feng most of the time… Ah well, whatever. She rose, starting towards where the party would be happening. Her ears might have been facing forward but her gaze was on the sand. Even as she arrived, smelling the drinks and food, the yearling did not look up. She would remain around the edges of the party and then lay down on the sand, crossing her forelegs before laying her head upon her paws. She was late but eh… good enough. She was here. "Talk," 'Think.'

More of the yearlings began to trickle in. Gil really couldn't believe it. They had gone from one litter to three litters in the span of two seasons. He hadn't taken Ignis or Sparrow for the parent types, but he didn't really consider himself a real father either. Taking his own large sips of his drink to help drown the realization that all of the pups were grown, he nodded his head respectfully toward Ig as he came to join them. Just three pirate parents admiring their kids, what a sight.

Sparrow's question though made him choke on his next sip. Fighting the burning sensation, he gave a look with a double-raised brow. "I don't believe Modesty is quite keen on more pups," he admitted. They all knew she had had a difficult time. What with the loss of Jett and then the absolute sass that Deluge had toward her mother. Not to mention Flurry being quite the shut away and the boys always wandering off... Gil wasn't quite sure if he wanted more. "Maybe someday, but not sure any time soon," he shrugs his shoulders before taking another sip.

"speech"

CODE BY SHELBY

Some time had passed since Sephiran last saw the pirate boy he had met at the beginning of the season. The two of them had struck an odd type of… friendship? Companionship? He wasn’t even sure what to call it. He still considered the boy to be disposable, but he couldn’t deny the fun they had when they were together. They both shared a love for gluttony and bloodshed, which didn’t seem to be a common theme on this new continent. He had also been the first wolf who invited him into his packlands, which was something the Saxe boy couldn’t pass up. He was curious about the pirate crew, how they operated, and what their dynamic was. If they truly withheld treasures, women, and booze ripe for the taking, Sephiran wanted to see it for himself.

He made his way towards the southeastern beach, following the directions Aresenn had given him. He made the journey in a day's time and waited until sunset to venture toward the borders. Aresenn had told him there would be a large fire at the gathering, which would release plumes of smoke to act as a beacon. It was easy to spot the glow of the fire, even a few miles off. So, when he saw it, he didn’t hesitate to cross the borders and gravitate toward it. There was an array of scents all around him. He tried to depict different scents, to get an idea of just how many wolves lived here. But with the sea salt and sulfur intertwining with the smells, it was hard to decipher an estimate.

As he neared the gathering, he could hear the voices of many wolves, along with a melody of sounds he had never heard before. Music. It seemed otherworldly, and made him curious. So odd. As he entered the clearing, he stopped to take in the scene. Multiple wolves of all shapes and colors, along with other animals, were standing around, drinking and eating different things. He picked out Aresenn rather quickly, who was lingering on the outskirts of the party. He strode over to the boy, coming up to his right to stand beside him. “Whose in charge.” He asked, his tone sounding more like a command than a question. He wanted to know who the alpha was right off the bat, to know who was in charge of holding the reins. But really he wanted to know what he was up against.

"Speech"

As the evening progressed, several more of the pirates joined the festivities. Gil and his dad joined Sparrow- the sound of their voices apparent in the background, though he didn’t much care as to what they were saying. Scald and Kashi showed up, as did Rivin. Though, by the looks of it, his sister wasn’t in the mood to interact. He’d offer her a nod, but didn’t approach. What caught him in a bit of surprise, was the arrival of Sephiran. Yeah, he had invited the Saxe boy. However, he had never expected for his uhh … confidant of sorts- to show, invitation or not. Maybe this shindig might have the potential to be more fun than he initially thought.

Aresenn kept his attention on the exchanges happening between some of his pack mates as he noticed Sephiran’s approach in his peripheral. He nodded a greeting of acknowledgment as he took another swig off the top of his drink, glancing toward the purple brute as he pushed for information as to who was calling a shot. Using his bottle, he gestured toward the three adults that stood together. “The murky brown one is Sparrow- the Pirate King.” He started. “The other two in that cluster are Gilgamesh- the grey one. And Ignis- the red one.” It felt weird saying his father’s name, and not referring to him as ‘dad’, but the Praetor boy didn’t miss a beat. “They are kinda like second in commands … not that there is a standard hierarchy here.” He made an attempt at an explanation.

After a moment of silence, Aresenn continued. “Help yourself to the food and drinks,” He mentioned, gesturing to what had been laid out. With a crooked smirk, he cast a sideways glance toward the Saxe boy. “Try to not cause too big of a scene. If things get out of hand, I’m going to claim I don’t know you … though hopefully, everyone will be too hungover to remember by morning.” He chuckled a bit, before returning his attention back to some of the other yearlings gathered, interested to see exactly how this event would progress.

Gil had mentioned that he wasn't soo sure he or Modesty wanted more kids and Sparrow nodded, "I didn't even want the first ones, to be honest. Still not sure how that happened since I'd been bunking alone for way too long for that to happen. Now that they're getting grown now, though, maybe I can find me a nice woman- maybe if she wants kids, who knows, I mean my first ones turned out okay."

An individual joined the party, going over to Arsenn and speaking with him. Arsenn seemed to be doing the introductions and Sparrow gave the young boy an upwards nod to greet him before turning back to the adults, "Looks like your boy might have a boyfriend."

He was late to his own party. Though that was probably definitely something he was prone to doing. They hadn't been allowed to the first party, but this one? Now he was curious as to what a real party was like. He trotted across the beach as he made his way to the party, and upon arriving, he could hear music and the voices of several others. His dad was talking to Sparrow and Gil. His brother was talking to...some big purple guy he had never seen before. Rivin was sitting off by herself and looked like she didn't want to be here. Same, but here I am. He thought. And a few of the other yearlings were there, too. The party seemed to be livening up as the others drank and Sparrows companions played music. He paused at the edge of the group as he tried to decide what he was gonna do and where he was gonna go. Who should he bother and who should he bully into doing something with him? In the end, the answer was simple. He moved to grab a bottle of whatever, and took a big swig. His face scrunched up as the bitter taste slid down his throat, causing him to cough and stutter. He made a face as he swung his head away, eyes burning with tears. This stuff was terrible! How could anyone drink this? Was it something to get used to? He considered putting it down and leaving it at that, but then he caught sight of his father looking his way and he noped out of that decision! He coughed again, trying to play it off before taking another big swig. Couldn't let his dad see that he couldn't handle it! One, two, three more... Okay, maybe this wasn't the best idea, but he could see now why the pirates liked to drink. He was starting to feel the warmth of it spread through him, and before he knew it, he had dropped the bottle and turned to face the other party-goers. "Why dontwe liven thi-s Up a BIt? I cha...llenge YoU aLL toa brawl!" He felt confident. Liquid courage, as they called it. He eyed every yearling there. Puffing his chest out as he waited for them to accept his challenge. ooc//Drunk Diablo challenging all the yearlings to a melee challenge! If anyone is willing, we can have up to 6! To keep it quick and simple, we can do 1 round if preferred <3 "Speak"

"Talk" Walk He sat back and drank, listening quietly to the conversation. Sparrow asked if they planned on having more litters, a question Ignis had considered and debated with himself many times over. "Probably. The first two weren't planned, but I'd prefer that the next girl doesn't run off." It was still a bit of a sore spot for him, but at least he was mostly over it now. He swore he'd just have to chain the next one up...but that would probably be going too far. "I wouldn't mind having more." He confessed. There was the matter of Recluse's kids...two of them, he noticed, bore similar scents to himself. He suspected they might be his...but Recluse hadn't exactly been around to confront. Still, it wouldn't be hard to tell. He just hadn't really bothered to dig into it himself. Not yet, anyway. When Sparrow mentioned that his kid might have a boyfriend, Ignis had just finished taking another drink before he turned to look. A brow rose as the stranger approached his son. "Who the hell is that?" He questioned, squinting through the fog of alcohol that was starting to warm him up. But before he could really focus on that, he had noticed Diablo creeping in and headed for the alcohol. Ignis was looking his way, and it seemed that had caught his sons attention because before he knew it, the kid was practically chugging the stuff. "I think we're going to be in for a good time." He mused. And sure enough, Diablo was calling a challenge for the other yearlings. This was gonna be good.

Aresenn nodded in acknowledgment, took a drink of something encased in a weird type of material, and answered his question. He gave a good explanation of who was in charge, and those who served directly beneath them. As he explained who was who, Sephiran looked across the crowed, connecting appearances to descriptions. His eyes settled on the king a bit longer than the others, who, to his surprise, didn’t look like a king at all. Was that a woman? His lips twitched slightly, nearly pulling back into a sneer at the thought of a woman being an alpha, let alone leading a pack of raiding pirates. It defied the natural order.

While Aresenn spoke, he could smell a pungent, sour scent on his breath. It made his nostrils twitch and his brows furrow. The drink at his paws must have been the alcohol he mentioned before, and Sephiran was interested in it. So, when the pirate boy told him to help himself, he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the nearest bottle to them, chugging down a few swigs without a second thought. It burned as it went down, which made him roughly cough to clear his throat. “Should have thought twice before inviting me then.” He retorted with a smirk, his eyes shifting to connect with the boy’s before he took another drink from the bottle. It tasted disgusting, but something about it made him want to keep drinking it.

After several swigs, given that the teenager was a lightweight, he was already starting to feel a head change. His body felt warm, as if a small fire had kindled inside him. He started to feel light on his paws, but in reality, his center of gravity was disrupted by the alcohol. He also started to feel a mix of labile emotions, shifting between feeling euphoric, combative, and even a little lustful. He was starting to understand why everyone was drinking this stuff.

So when another boy arrived, stumbling over his words and challenging everyone to a fight, Sephiran became absorbed by the thought of a spar. He attempted to shove Aresenn with his shoulder, his head turning to face the boy. The expression on his face made his intentions obvious. If you’re down, I’m down. Either way, Sephiran would probably engage. But he wanted Aresenn to join him in the fun.

"Speech"

As wolves begin to filter in, Calico Jack takes his first long swig of the rum. It burns like molten lava and he can feel it trace a path down his throat and settle like a rock in his stomach. The boy cannot help the wince that pinches his features at the horrid feeling and he works his tongue a bit to dislodge the taste. Icy gaze spies Aresenn and he returns the flame-kissed boy’s nod, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. Jack is content to lay near the fire, taking swigs of the alcohol that is… well actually starting to not hurt so much.

Scald appears, calling his name and Calico Jack perks up, offering the colorful yearling a smirk. With a shrug of patchwork-hued shoulders, he drawls out, “Not bad. Kind of boring so far. No fights yet.” A wink is tossed at the boy before he flashes Aresenn a mischievous grin at the prospect of fighting. Calico remembers the lesson he gave the other boy so long ago and he is proud to see how far the fiery-pelted yearling has come.

The adults congregate and speak amongst themselves and Jack pays them no mind. His bottle is steadily emptying and a pleasant warmth has begun to spread out from his stomach. The barriers he has up for social situations, slowly begin to slip away. When Kashi appears, he ushers his sibling to him and sits up to throw his leg around his brother’s shoulders. Sure, the taller buy will have to stoop a little but Calico doesn’t care about that.

With a joyfully and maybe a little too loud voice, he says, “Kashi! Thought I was going to be the only one of our siblings to show up!” A booming laugh fills the air and removes his leg to take another, deep drink from his bottle. Icy eyes find Rivin sulking in and the boy pulls the bottle away from his lips quickly, spilling a bit of the precious dark liquid. Swallowing his mouthful, Calico calls out, “Rivin! Hey, Rivin! Come join us!” The liquid courage he is ingesting has the boy feeling even more boisterous than usual.

With the little group growing, Calico Jack stands and makes his way to where the food is, taking a large piece of meat and downing it in two bites. Fuck. He had forgotten how hungry was! He should have eaten something before coming. While he is at the buffet of foods, stuffing his face faster than he can chew, a purple stranger slips into their ranks. But Calico is distracted and does not see him. After several minutes and some conversation happening behind him, Jack turns around to try and find his abandoned bottle. Shit. Where had he been sitting?

Diablo suddenly appears, having already overindulged in the offering of alcohol that is offered. The drunken boy throws down a challenge and Calico Jack quickly forgets his bottle of rum. Loudly, he proclaims, “Oi! Keep it down! If you wanted your butt kicked, all you had to do was ask!” A loud, joyful laugh follows his words.

Eyes sparkle with merriment and maybe a little bit more than just tipsiness, as the patchwork boy bounds across the area to engage Diablo. He moves up to and past the boy’s right side, one long slender leg darting out in an attempt to hook the drunken boy’s right front leg. He attempts to unbalance Diablo and send him sprawling in the sand, completely forgetting that others might have wanted to join in on the fight.




Calico Jack vs Diablo vs ? for Melee
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Modified cutlass
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced bandana
Companion 1: Macaw, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Cat, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Navigator
Specialty: Marauder


"Calico Jack"

"A fight would make this interesting,” Scald replies to Calico Jack with a hearty laugh and another swig from his bottle. Unlike many of the yearlings here, he had been drunk before and it would take more than a few sips to get drunk. Thankfully he was already feeling a bit tipsy when more of the other yearlings decided to show up. A shady looking guy appeared with Aresenn and Scald’s only reaction was a lift of the brow. If the guy could hang, he’d leave well alone. Instead his attention was drawn toward the loud ruckus that Diablo began to cause. A smirk licks his lips as he finishes the bottles, glances once at the adults, and then follows Calico Jack to participate in the brawl. ”I’ll take both of you on!” He calls joyfully as he bounds over to the two boys. Before Diablo had time to really react, Scald swooped around and then leaped up into the air to try and jump on both of the boys. While he was long and lean, he didn’t really have meat on his bones. Whether it would work or not was up to how drunk they were. Scald vs Diablo vs Calico Jack vs ? for Melee Round 1/? Age: Over 1 Size: Extra large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather Gloves w/ Bear Claws Defensive Battle Accessory: Elf ear hat Companion 1: Female Roseate Spoonbill, 50" - Battle Companion 2: Male Scarlet Kingsnake, 20" - Battle Mutation 1: Spine Quills - Defensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator Specialty: Marauder

As Rivin lay there, listening to the sounds of her packmates enjoying herself, the yearling gave a small grunt and looked away from it all. It was nice they were having a good time and all but… she flicked her tail back and forth. Another sense of that presence under her skin, shifting moving, like a snake wrapping around its prey. She squeezed her eyes closed. Maybe coming was a mistake. She could feel the tittering, the noise, the atmosphere… it seemed to get louder. And then… a voice broke through it all. Her green eyes open and she shifts her attention towards Calico Jack, the only yearling other than her litter mates she would consider herself close to. He was… a friend. Rivin frowned a little, yet she was already moving, shifting to a standing position. She supposed if Jack was inviting her over… the least she could do was try to mingle… Others were trickling in too. Even a stranger. Rivin eyed him talking to her brother, resisting the urge to curl her lip back. She didn’t know who he was, but she did not like the vibes he gave her. But if Senn seemed to like him she supposed she’d better leave him alone… for now. Instead she moved to sit near Calico Jack, tipping her head to the others. “Hey…” She is quiet for now. Not timid, but how she speaks betrayed the busy and heavy state of her mind. She moves forward, sniffing at the drink before pulling back with a snort and ears falling flat against her skull. “Ugh… what is this? Piss?” The smell is… offensive to say the least. She eyes it skeptically. Catching sight of Diablo out of the corner of her eye Rivin glances over at him. Well, whatever it was, Diablo was hitting it hard and fast. She decided to eat some, heading to the buffet and tearing into some of the meat before gulping it down. Hm, seems Calico Jack had the right idea. A bit more food and she decides that she’ll try the stuff everyone in drinking. A swig. It burns her throat, and yet, even as she sputters, Rivin drinks more. The mild pain it brings is kind of nice. She can feel it trickle down her throat, liquid fire, warmth heading with it. She sets the bottle down only once she needs to breath, panting, feeling the world start to slow. And yet, it seems the noise isn’t over. Diablo is shouting, challenging them. Jack goes for it, followed by the boy he’d been sitting with. Rivin doesn’t speak, following suit. She rushes headlong after the calico and rainbow touched boys, a grin on her lips at last. Whereas Scald intends to leap and land on the other two, Rivin hopes to bowl into the back of Jack and knock him and Diablo into one another. A bit of sabotage and ensuring all of the boys ended up in a pile sounded like a good time. "Talk," 'Think.'

Rivin vs Scald vs Diablo vs Calico Jack vs ? for Melee
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year (Spring Yearling)
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather leg wraps
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Deer Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Intermediate Fighter

And just as he was in the middle of instructing Sephiran to not cause a scene … then came his own brother. He watched silently as Diablo lingered at the edge of the gathering for a moment before hitting the booze table … hard. It seemed as he was intentionally trying to put on a show. Aresenn cast a quick glance towards their father, and it answered all of his questions.

Aresenn took another sip of his drink- rolling his eyes at how Diablo handled himself. When Sephiran returned with his drink, he was met with a joking taunt. A near-silent chuckle escaped in a harsher-than-normal exhale through his nose as he looked to find Diablo once again. “It seems you might have some competition, then.” In regards of who could cause the biggest scene. It was then that his brother called out to all those who had gathered- slurred speech, staggering step, and all- offering a challenge for a brawl. One that the other yearlings were happy to accept. He watched as Calico Jack answered, looking to trip Diablo. However, he wasn’t sure if either of them was prepared for Scald as he made the leap to come down on top. What fools. At least it was entertaining, though.

Suddenly he felt a shove at his shoulder. He turned to face the Saxe boy as he made a gesture forward. The look he was met with very clearly stated that their company was no longer content to be a bystander. A sudden flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his sister as she barreled into the lot that had already answered Diablo’s challenge. Chaos. Complete chaos. And as he looked back to Sephiran, he accepted the fact that he was going to have to get involved. “Ah, shit.” He cursed to himself, knocking back the rest of his drink and discarding the emptied bottle to the sand.

On legs that felt like they no longer belonged to him, Aresenn stormed the tangle of yearlings with clear intention. He was certain that Sephiran was right behind him, though it was on him how he'd conduct himself. Aresenn chose to circle around the pile and try his best to get a hold on Diablo and pull him out from the bottom of it. In the end, he wasn’t certain of who or what he was grabbing in the dark. Even in the glow of the bonfire, it was hard to see. But if he could get his brother back on his feet, he would consider that a good start.

Aresenn vs Rivin vs Scald vs Calico Jack vs Diablo vs ? for Melee
Round: 1/?
Age: Over One Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear Leather Bracers
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Intellectual