ooc// Aerie would be disbanded by now I believe, so Ravage is open to potentially joining another pack though it maybe take a bit of convincing since he's new to the whole social thing outside of Aerie itself.

Aerie had been dead silent. His family was sort of around, but everyone seemed to keep to themselves for some time now. That included him, of course. His mother was aging, and he didn't know how much longer she'd have left. He had been busy helping her. Making sure she ate and didn't break a bone because in his head, elders were fragile and probably easily broke themselves if they weren't careful. His mother wasn't as agile and steady as she used to be, but all that responsibility was weighing heavy on him. Sure he wasn't one for social shit, but he wouldn't just leave his mother to struggle on her own. Especially since he hadn't seen his father in...well, he couldn't remember. Last he was aware, his father had passed away. And although his parents weren't together, his mother was following suit.

Frustrated, Ravage made his way to the battlefield in search of something to occupy himself. He had been practicing solo, never really fought against someone else. Never really left the confines of the band itself...so in a sense, he was new to the whole meeting or running into random strangers thing. He was a social recluse, but someday, he knew that would have to change.

He looked at himself in one of the ponds on the battlefield, studying the way he looked older now. But of course he was...he had reached his second birthday. Time both felt like it had been going slow, and fast. Now that he was two, he supposed it was finally time to find his own way in the world...

And to start that, he threw his head back with a howl, calling for someone to fight him.

Perhaps it had been the smell of rusted iron and decaying flesh, or the phantomous screams of those who had fallen here. Or maybe, Sephiran had been drawn towards the desolate land scattered with blood splatters and the ruins of another world out of curiosity. Whatever had compelled him here, he didn’t truly know. The territory had little to offer him, given that he was alone. Or so he had thought. His plan had been to pass through, as this place served as a stepping stone in the grand scheme of his journey. But he found himself unable to leave once he heard the battle cry of another wolf somewhere in the distance.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sephiran immediately changed his course of direction, heading toward the direction of the summon. His mind raced as he leaped over small pools of water, weaving between the oddities in the landscape until the silhouette of another male appeared along the horizon. He approached without hesitation, slowing his stride once he was several yards away. He took a few seconds to study the man, gathering important information like size differences and muscular tone. They were nearly matched in height, but Sephiran had one advantage this man was clearly lacking; his long, saber fangs.

Whether the man noticed him or not didn’t matter to Sephiran. His defenses had already fallen into place, as his ears folded against his skill and his tail rose to align with his hips. His core tightened, knees slightly bending to center his gravity. The only forewarning of his advance would be the snarl that erupted from his jaws, as Sephiran attempted to surge forward, wanting to close the distance between them. If this dude wanted a fight, he would give him one. Using his forward momentum, he would attempt to sidestep just before impact while jutting his left shoulder out, wanting to slam it into the man’s chest. In sync, jaws would splay and he would try to grab the side of his face, wanting to rake his fangs across the sensitive skin there.

"Speech"

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Sephiran vs Ravage for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: > 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear leather bracers
Mutation 1: Saber teeth (Offensive)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Healer

The slate blue and black male waited. Though he didn't need to wait long. He heard the approach of another male, teal gaze taking in the stature of the stranger that approached him without hesitation. He stood silent, hackles raising as he recognized the telltale signs of hostility for it was how he often was himself. The stranger took up a defensive stance, and within moments, the purple male was coming right at him. Returning a snarl of his own, Ravage mirrored the stranger and moved to close the distance. No words were exchanged between them which worked just fine for him.

Ravage met the male head on, growling as they made impact. His opponent hit him square in the chest, winding him slightly but not enough to take him out. As those fangs came at his face, Ravage dipped his head down, feeling the longer fangs scrape the top of his head while he dove in for a bite on the fleshy part of his opponents chest where it might his right shoulder.

Ravage vs Sephiran for Dominance
Round: 1/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

*note: still using the old fight form Seph had during this thread instead of the updated one

His opponent reciprocated his aggression, forming a defensive battle stance before surging forward to meet him head-on. As they closed in on one another, Sephiran stuck to his original course of action. Topple him over and mutilate his face. The collision of their bodies sent a shockwave through Sephiran, winding him momentarily but he was successful in his advance nonetheless. His shoulder hit the male square in the chest, while his splayed jaws snapped at his face. But the male ducked his head down, causing his fangs to scrape the surface of his skull.

His right shoulder suddenly ignited with pain, the recognition that he had been bitten registering inside of his mind. Instinctively, Sephiran attempted to shove his weight forward, trying to topple the man over to force him to let go. In sync, his already splayed jaws attempted to grab the male’s scruff, with the intent of jerking him around if he could grab it.

"Speech"

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Sephiran vs Ravage for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: > 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear leather bracers
Mutation 1: Saber teeth (Offensive)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Healer

He really had no idea what he was doing. He couldn't remember any of his fight training, though that was mostly on him for ignoring most of it and thinking he didn't need lessons. Now he was figuring out that he probably should have paid attention and put more effort in. But as it was, he was certain he was going to get his ass handed to him yet again. His opponent was out for blood, the viciousness of his attacks was obvious to Ravage, and he did his best to mirror that same energy.

He had a hold of Seph's flesh. He could taste the blood and the power of his opponent. When Seph pushed against him, Ravage tried to push back, but it was harder for him as the back and forth was straining his jaws and his opponent's fur and flesh was stifling. Fangs met his scruff, causing him to snarl and release as he aimed to twist his head up in an effort to grab Seph's throat. The motion would cause more pain to his scruff as it twisted and stretched while his opponent had it in his grip, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

Ravage vs Sephiran for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

And the winner is...

RAVAGE

SEPHIRAN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: SEPHIRAN: Attack Roll: 22 Defense Roll: 38 Agility Roll: 100 Perception Roll: 25 Total: 185 Attack[22] + 10% Bonus[2.20]: 24.20 Defense[38] + 35% Bonus[13.30]: 51.30 Agility[100] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 100.00 Perception[25] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 25.00 Total[200.50] + 20% Bonus[40.10]: 240.60 RAVAGE: Attack Roll: 38 Defense Roll: 53 Agility Roll: 48 Perception Roll: 98 Total: 237 Attack[38] + 5% Bonus[1.90]: 39.90 Defense[53] + 5% Bonus[2.65]: 55.65 Agility[48] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 48.00 Perception[98] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 98.00 Total[241.55] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 241.55

As Sephiran pushed forward the male shoved back, initiating a grappling match that could only have one victor. His jaws successfully closed around the male’s scruff, but before he would thrash his head around he felt teeth sink into the meaty section of his lower neck / upper shoulder. The flesh in his mouth started to rip from the awkward angle, and although Sephiran wanted nothing more than to dominate this man, he decided to take a different approach. Releasing his hold Sephiran attempted to sidestep away, wanting to prohibit the male from repositioning his bite to a more medial position. If he kept wanting to fight then so be it, but this was Sephiran’s way of resigning from their current battle.

Should the male have let him go, the young Saxe would stumble away a few feet before regaining his footing. His tongue rolled out of his open jaws and he worked on catching his breath, still eyeing the male closely to spring back into battle should the need arise. “Who are you?” He questioned, wanting to know who had been able to beat him on the battlefield. And to know the name of the male he would seek vengeance against in the future.

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The pair went at it, and Ravage was starting to feel suffocated, but he didn't have the mind to back down. The large male had a hold of his scruff and Ravage felt he was in an awkward position to be able to do much without risking more damage. Though as his teeth sunk further into the flesh of his opponent, he felt the pressure on his scruff release and his opponent backed away. As soon as he felt the other male begin to back off, Ravage released his grip and did the same, breath coming out hard as he prepared for another attack just in case. Luckily, he would have some reprieve from the fight and it was clear Ravage was the victor this time around.

It seemed both men would have the same idea. Both had stepped back to catch their breath and both kept an eye on the other. He didn't trust others so easily, and something told him he probably shouldn't trust this guy. Not yet at least. "Who are you?" Ravage worked to catch his breath, tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted hard to try and find his breath again. "Ravage Saxe." He answered simply before swiping his tongue across his muzzle, "Who the hell are you? Wasn't expecting you to back off so soon." He admitted.

His opponent had a similar thought in mind, it seemed. As Sephiran stumbled back to catch his breath, the male did the same. For several moments they stared each other down, waiting to see if the other would initiate another battle. But to Sephiran's surprise and slight disappointment, it never came. What he found even more surprising, was the name that rolled off the man’s tongue. ”Ravage Saxe.” His facial features immediately contorted. Saxe? Did this male just say Saxe? Disbelief was spread across his face, a single brow raising while his head cocked to the side.

The rest of the male’s words fell upon deaf ears, as Sephiran suddenly took a step towards him. “Saxe?” He questioned, eyeing him more intensely now, searching for features he recognized in their branch of the family. But nothing was clicking. “Who is your father? Your mother?” He moved forward again, but this time he sidestepped, trying to get a better view of him. His ears fell against the sides of his skull, representing his conflicted inner state.

If this male was being truthful, that meant Saxe members already existed on this continent… which was something Sephiran hadn’t expected at all.

"Speech"

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