The Warlord and his raiding party made their way across the territories between The Armada and Valta. The day was growing long when they arrived, and there would be little daylight to complete their raid, and hunt before dark. But they would manage.

As they reached the borders, he raised his head and let out a challenging roar, summoning his son. He had not given Kotori any warning, and he was eager to see the young alpha lead his defences. “There will be no maims today.” He warned his wolves. They were battling friends and family, after all. With that, he shot forward, over the scent markers and into the territory of Valta.

"Sirius"

Basilisk was right behind his grandfather, his three companions at his side as his paws crossed that invisible border, and he took in the scent of the Other pack. Kotori had tutored him once, when he had been very small. It had been a long time since Bas could be called small.


As the ageing Warlords howl rang out, he raised his voice and let it join in. Adding a deeper undertone to the call. Let them come! He relished the challenge. Soon, he would be King, and it was to more than the Armada that he would need to prove himself, but to their alliss too. He knew he had big boots to fill. 



"Speech"

Dunkan heard the summons while he was doing his things, eyes narrowed as her wondered what was going on. Quickly he put on his lion skull, mane, and tiger claw gauntlets. He called for his jaguar and hawk. Bot quickly arrived to his side. He walked towards the borders, but finding a familiar face his weariness dropped, and instead, a soft smile formed in his lips. Was this a practice raid? If so he didn't need to go that serious. Yet he didn't attack just yet, he was giving his leaders to do the first rounds unless he was attacked first. His eyes tarevlled through the opposite line, watchful for more wolves he might be able to attack.

"hi"

A familiar voice howled and stopped Kotorii’s forward gait.  Kotori was with Ochi and would have been about to suggest an evening hunt but that would keep.  They had to thrash the Armada before they could go hunting.  

Kotori howled, calling for his pack that all should do their part.  Once enough had gathered Kotori gave a few simple orders. “The armada is a close ally so do not maim anyone.  Valta right now has defended successfully in a past raid attempt and I’d like to keep a perfect record.  Healers, be ready for any injured.  Healing can be offered to the armada wolves afterward as well.  Win or lose, act in a way befitting of this pack.  Now, lets go”

Kotori looked at the wolves coming to meet them but he already knew who he intended to fight, “Sirius is mine.”  
Kotori ran towards his father, “You will be supplying us enough wine for a grand party to celebrate our victory after this.” Kotor called as he approached.  

He wasn’t going to bother with subtlety on his dad but instead went for fast and hard.  Kotori aimed to connect his left shoulder to his father’s chest, teeth trying to find purchase in his dad’s flesh. Best chance to knock Sirius down was catching him before he was fully prepared.

Kotori vs Sirius for raid
Round 1/2
Age:  over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bracers with hidden knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Hind leg leather bracers
Companion 1: Slender mongoose, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Agility boost - Agility
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Juggernaut

"Kotori Fatalis"

There's still something inside her, pent up and aggressive. They'd been told no maims today, and Hazel wasn't about to throw that out the window. Still, there's something in her chest. She needs this. Resolve hanging proudly around her shoulders, something wildly haunting about her voice as she added her own to the cry. Hazel can't help it. Near vibrating with excitement, she's ready.

Sirius and his son-- that made sense. Hazel hangs only a bit behind them, also keeping an eye out for Spider in the crowd. Though this raid was meant to be friendly, accidents happened. Right, this was meant to be fun, challenging. Her head tosses. The red wretch will have fun indeed. Green gaze keen on the rapids before them, it's goddamn beautiful.

"Speech"

they’d been excited - and nervous - about this raid, but now that it’s actually here, a curious detachment has overcome them, a distance that distorts their surroundings through a tunnelled lens. there’s a hollow ringing in their ears as they drift, dream-like, into Valta territory. around them the fighting commences, and though they know this raid to be the kind born of friendly competition, it’s not enough to clear the cotton from their head. it’s not fear, not exactly…but more an eerie serenity, the calm before the storm. their eyes cut through the gathering masses in an almost stoic manner, seeking an opponent. an opportunity.

Speech

It was to be a practice raid but a raid none the less and Gossamer was eager for the event. She'd been in a rut this summer, trying to sort out her feelings, trying to make then fit nicely in her plans and getting frustrated when they didn't. A day to cut loose, to shake the rust off her fighting skills was exactly what she needed. Not to mention she hadn't visited Valta in a coon's age. She was curious to see how her brother was doing with his pack as well as how her other family members were holding up.

They arrived at the rapids, stepping over the border and into the lovely lands of Valta. The fading light of the sun sparkled when it hit the water and soon the defenders arrived. Kotori going right for Sirius.

The He bared his teeth at his son in a mock growl. “You'd have me supply my own retirement party?” He teased the other alpha. He expected Kotori to come for him, and relished it. He was not disappointed when the tawny wolf struck at his chest. He let the shoulder hit without attempting to fend it off. Letting Kotori bring himself closer to the Warlord. 

He felt the impact jar through him, and then the ageing Warlord struck at his youthful son. He rolled his shoulders forward and tilted them to the side in an attempt to cause Kotoris teeth to hit that thicker part of himself.

At the same time, he aimed to hook his right forepaw around Kos in an attempt to drag the limb forward 

Sirius vs Kotori for raid spar
Round 1/2
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"

Mojito's complex feelings about his once home were still pretty damn murky. Still he knew where he was and what Valta's relationship with them was. He wasn't looking to sour things anymore than they already were for him. He had his family to think about, bigger now than before but his priorities hadn't changed. So when Kotori's call had gone up and Mojito arrived to see just who was crashing their gate he knew what was expected without even needing his Sumatar's warnings. Mojito knew he wasn't the strongest fighter, he wasn't as weak as everyone always seemed to assume but he wasn't so cocky as to assume he could take the majority of the Armada's hardened trained fighters. He could be strategic. Which was why when he spotted the yearling his target was set. With Hoa close on his heels Mojito wound up before charging the black youth. They were small, smaller than even him so his tactics would need to change, so used to fighting wolves that towered over him. Mojito lowered his head, ducking it deep as he approached, hoping to catch the yearling off guard enough to scoop them with his horns, he wasn't sure he could lift a whole wolf with them, even one that small but he sure as hell wanted to get his horns under them, much easier to root them around in some softer areas that way. Nothing too harsh, no goring his opponents here today but hey, a fight was a fight right? Mojito vs Araneae for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: 1+ Size: Small Build: Light Companion 1: Mini arapawa sheep, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Goat horns - Offensive Skills: Expert Healer & Advanced Fighter "Speech"

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The march to Valta’s borders had not taken the raiding party a terribly long time but the shadows have grown long by the time have arrived as the day begins to switch toward night. Andy thrills at the opportunity to fight once again and, as Sirius pulls them to a halt, giving a stern reminder that no maims would happen here, the lavender fae gives a sharp, eager nod of agreement. Kotori is kin and this raid is simply meant to test the Armada fighters against those of her siblings.

With that, her father steps over the invisible boundary, booming a challenge to the inhabits of Valta which Basilisk eagerly weaves his voice into. A grin splits Andy maw as she bounds over the line, watching as first a stranger and then her brother appear from deeper in the territory. Of course, her brother takes on their father as it is only fitting that the alphas face off, so the lavender woman aims for the waiting defender, rushing toward the older male without giving him warning.

They are roughly the same height with the man only a couple inches shorter than herself but their builds are completely different. Knowing that any attempt to wrestle him would be difficult by herself, Andy gives two short, sharp whistles and her snow leopards materialize from the long shadows to rush in from either side of the man. With a grin she charges him head on and aims to try and hit him at roughly the same time as her leopards would arrive.

Once she is in range, Andy snarls, planting her back paws so she can lift her front end off the ground as she seeks to wrap her long forelimbs around his shoulders. It is a sound strategy as she tries to gain the upper paw from the very start.





Andromeda vs Dunkan for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Thorn Wrappings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Eastern Chanting Goshawk, Female - Flying [Perception]
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Female Snow Leopard, 23" - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Grippy paw pads - Agility
Mutation 3: Denser Fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster


"Andromeda Fatalis"

A challenging howl from the border booms across Valta lands and Kotori’s summons follows shortly after. Quickly, Athena hustles to where her Sumatar waits, ears perked forward to catch his words. It seems that they are not to maim any of the attackers and, at his challenge of continuing to defend the pack successfully, the earthen woman cracks an excited smile. With that, they charge across the distance that separates them from the ‘attackers’ and fights begin to break out. Amber eyes scan the gathered wolves amd land on a russet woman so Athena angles herself toward them. Rushing toward the attacker, the shorter, earthen woman charges them head on and once she is close enough, she excitedly shouts to the stranger, “Welcome to Valta! Time to leave!” Her tone is light and teasing with no venom hidden underneath the words. This is a friendly fight and meant to shake off the rust that has begun to collect on her fighting skills. Using her body as a battering ram, Athena seeks to try and plow into the taller woman and, hopefully, bowl her over. That is friendly… right? Athena vs Hazel for Dominance (Raid) Round 1/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Medium Build: Light Companion 1: Little owl, Male - Flying Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual Specialty: Bard "Athena Nocturna"  ’Thought’

Dunkan watched as fights took form around him, his hawk paying close attention form the skies, watching for anyone who might try to sneak upon the male. And good thing that she spotted the Armada she-wolf heading towards the brown canine. Kaira screeched in alarm, which made Dunkan get into a defensive posture while his Jaguar too got ready. And there a wolf with horns went to wrap her arms around his shoulders, while two snow leopards got each on either side of him. Quickly he motioned Urasa to help him. The Jaguar soon went to try to distract one of the snow leopards while Kaira did with the other one. As Andy wrapped her arms around him, he attempted to slam his shoulder hard against the female's chest, his initial plan was to try winding her and perhaps make her get off him. Dunkan vs Andromeda for dominance(Raid) Round 1 of 2 Age: +1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Lion Claw Gauntlets Defensive Battle Accessory: Lion skull helmet Companion 1: Jaguar, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-tailed hawk, Female - Flying Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual Specialty: Knight "speech"

This was his first raid, following the Armada to the lands his brother led. There were to be no maims, which was fine by Charlie - the idea of hurting family and those that his family cared for was an uncomfortable thought. But that didn’t mean the man was going to give them an easy fight. Silveris flew in the air above him and Yorrick kept to Charlie’s side. He wore his spiked harness, heart swelling with pride that he would be representing the Armada. Wolves were already getting into battles - his father naturally went for Kotori. Charlie hung back, but he was ready, shoulders rolled forward as blue eyes scanned for an opponent.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

Bronze was eager to get his paws dirty in another raid. This one was a practice raid, so it meant the stakes were relatively low, all things considered - but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take it seriously. He nodded to Sirius's instructions, intending fully well to respect them unless his opponent decided not to. Standing tall, he stood a bit apart from the rest of the wolves that had arrived, watching as fights slowly began to break out. His watchful eye surveyed the pack, hoping to find a suitable opponent before long.

There's always something exciting, something electric about a raid. Hazel tosses her head, green eyes dancing. An eye on all of her warriors as they lock in their first fights, but she doesn't have to watch from the sidelines for long. A voice-- a girl! A battering ram! Hazel let go a laugh, echoing if not maybe a bit manic. Don't mention that bit. No, no one would get seriously injured today. She's in control, just having a good time. Promise. Swear.

A bit lighter, a bit shorter, Hazel maintains her balance as she absorbs the blow. It would be bruised and sore in the morning, but for now, the adrenaline is enough to mask any pain. "But we just got here!" The General grinned, lunging forward with a flash of her crystal fangs. She's happy to aim for the side of her opponent's face, her shoulder, really anything she can reach. Lunging with her teeth and an outstretched foreleg, movements a bit looser than usual. Trying something different, as this is a rare occasion where Hazel has the size advantage. There's something so gleeful about these fights. Raiding to train, sure. Today was a raid to raid, and a raid for the love of the game. Nothing better than that!

"Speech"

Hazel vs Athena for raid
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Porcupine quill cape
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Breastplate
Companion 1: Red Panda, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Hawk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard

Atreus padded on his leaders' heels intently as they passed into pack lands. Enemy lands, for today, though he knew his uncle led the pack and the raid was intended to be friendly. Intentions did not always hold sway over reality, however, and he was alert and ready for any possibility when his grandfather called for the other pack. It didn't take long for them to begin trickling in, and he held himself in readiness. He had taken extra care with his bracers on the trip here to present a respectably polished appearance and the dark leather gleamed with vitality, the gunmetal gray of the sharpened studs sleek. The cat that padded silently beside him was even more sleek and dangerous looking than the armor, and those emerald eyes nearly as cold as Atreus' as they each turned their heads to scan the land around them. It felt odd, still, to have the jaguar with him. They hadn't worked together long, and the sharp-winged falcon that winged overhead had been with him even less time. It likely wasn't the best circumstances to be fighting beside new partners and with new armor, but Kelsier had been confident that they'd be fine, and Atreus had been ambivalent enough about it to agree to take the jaguar along. Vin was as unreadable as always, and hadn't even asked before following the raiding party. Well, they'd stand or fall by what little training they'd done together in the last few weeks, anyway. Prowling along the edges of the brawl, he eyed the Valta wolves with a narrow, cold gaze, watching for one to catch his eye.

Spider’s gaze locks on the white male a few seconds before he closes the gap between them, a squeak of surprise ripped from their throat as he attempts to sweep them off their feet with his horns. reflexes kick in last minute, instincts more than anything allowing them to stumble out of range - but his horns still clip their shoulder, unbalancing them. they waver unsteadily, and, in a rather clumsy move, attempt to throw themselves into the man’s side, utilising momentum and their own body weight to knock him to the ground. of course, their weight is rather insubstantial and their aim off-centre, so it’s not unlikely that they miss. still, it’s their hope that if they can throw him of course it might give them a chance to regain their bearing, but it’s a risky strategy; the man might simply dodge them and formulate a more strategic counterattack.

Araneae vs Mojito for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Small dagger engraved w/ "Spider Fatalis"
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Expert Fighter

Speech

It had been a long time since they had any kind of real action when it came to fights and the like—so much so that when the challenging howl from the border reached him and he went running for his armor he had to shake off the dust off of it. Somehow it didn’t register that it was his grandfather that had sent out the challenge until he raced toward the border and he saw the Warlord already locked in a battle with his uncle. Arc blinked with surprise and watched the pair for a moment. He hadn’t seen his grandfather since his mother had led them away from the Armada and he almost wondered if Sirius would even recognize him. He had been half the height he was now when he last saw the monochromatic male.

Quickly shaking his head and refocusing on the other Armada wolves in front of him, his gaze landed on a blue-hued male that seemed to be a similar age to himself. He figured he’d be as good of an opponent as any! Arc charged forward with a bit of a grin. He lowered his head and pinned his ears back, both for defense and to prepare himself as he attempted to headbutt the slightly shorter male’s right shoulder, hoping to start off the fight in his favor with getting his opponent off balance. His osprey swooped down toward the pair at the same time with a screech, flapping his wings and swinging his talons toward the male’s face to distract and hopefully throw him off to open up Arc’s ability to attack.

"Arcturus Indarra"

Arcturus vs Bronze for Dominance (raid)
Round 1/2?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear pelt armor
Companion 1: Osprey, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Sunda pangolin, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Feline Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Mane - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: Bard (from Athena)

As Andy races toward the stranger and her snow leopards approach him from either side, the man’s own companions appear to distract the leopards. A grin splits her maw as the lavender woman stops just short of ramming into him to rear up and wrap her long forelimbs wrap around the shorter male’s shoulders. He slams his shoulder into her chest, driving the air from her lungs and causing tears to spring into her eyes but the woman does not yield her hold.

With his shoulders in her embrace, she splays the toes on her hind paws and grips the earth as she attempts to wrestle him to the ground. While she attempts to overpower the man, her third companion appears from the sky and dives toward the man’s hind end. Talons extending as Aquila seeks to try and surprise him and hopefully grab ahold of a chunk fur. Maybe, with the surprise, he will unbalance himself and Andy can pull him to the ground and pin him.





Andromeda vs Dunkan for Dominance (Raid)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Thorn Wrappings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Eastern Chanting Goshawk, Female - Flying [Perception]
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Female Snow Leopard, 23" - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Grippy paw pads - Agility
Mutation 3: Denser Fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster


"Andromeda Fatalis"

A raid was always fun. So far, Valta had done a decent job of winning against attackers. Today they were fighting against the Armada though, which was a different can of worms all together. One, the Armada wolves were strong. Two, this would be a friendly raid and no one would get hurt. ...Too much. When the call rang out, Asla was ready. She made her way towards the border where the Armada wolves would be rushing in to meet them. Already wolves were locked in combat and Asla's galactic gaze scanned the crowd. Those purple eyes locked on Gossamer and Asla grinned, padding towards her sister. "Shall we, then?" Without waiting, Asla pushed off with her hind paws, flying towards her sibling, the smile still on her maw. Neither meant the other harm, but they wouldn't go easy on one another either. That was why Asla chose Goss to fight. As she neared the larger fae, Asla feinted to her left, but did some fancy footwork to approach Gossamer's left instead. Jaws widened, attempting to bite into the side of her sister's neck and shoulder with enough force to hopefully topple her, or at least get the upper hand. "Speech"

Aslatiel vs Gossamer for Raid
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Kudu Skull with antlers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Armor
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Golden Saker Falcon, Male - Flying
*Companion 3: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Hunter & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bloodletter & Knight