The sun was beginning to dip underneath the hills. Quite quickly actually as the alabaster and black woman pressed her paws against the wash there was a stream of lights beginning in the sky. Faintly she’d been able to see the Aurora during the day but it seemed now in all its spectacular glory she was enjoying it alone. It had been years since she’d had time to herself. The past two years she hadn’t left her daughter’s sides and dealing with the grief of her missing sons. Now though it seemed life had other plans for voodoo and she was ready to take it by storm.

Carefully lowering her snout she let the snow bellow out as she breathed. Her shoulders ached a bit, because she was itching for a fight. Something she couldn’t say she had was a winning streak. Especially considering that she had failed three times in actual pack challenges. Or was it two? Whatever, she needed practice. Perhaps someone would enjoy a tussle under these Aurora lights in the night sky.

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Colorful lights break up the darkness that night as Charlie slips away from the Armada. His mind is churning, thinking about all that has happened lately, and his mind shifts toward what the future may hold. The saber-toothed male is glad that he has remained with the Armada though, and he can’t help but wonder how his father and sister are fairing. Despite how Kyanite had acted, he worries for her. Such actions wouldn’t have come out of the blue, right? But was she simply blaming Basilisk for what his father had done, or did she actually have reason to hate him as well? It was hard to tell… Kite had never really talked to him and, as far as he could tell, found their other sister Andromeda to be more of a burden. A soft sigh left Charlie’s lips as he let his gaze turn toward the night sky.

Colors of green, blue, and purple waved back and forth among the stars, almost as if it was a living creature. The colors rolled and showed in a way that Charlie never knew they could. He’d never seen lights like that in the sky before… Where had they come from? What caused them to appear in the North? Were they in other locations too, he wondered? So many questions danced within his mind as he walked along the wash, the cool marble stone almost providing comfort. Unlike his mind, which bounced from topic to topic, the stone he walked on was smooth and consistent. It gave him a constant in his life which he supposed he needed. He didn’t like when his mind was so active.

Ears perked forward, Charlie let his blue gaze fall on a femme in the distance. She bore a monochrome coat and, as far as he could tell, she had no pack scent. Curiosities had him approach her, taking note of her posture. Seemed she was a bit on edge just as he was. Charlie offered her a well meaning smile, hoping that his words would not cause offense. “It sure is a beautiful night, isn’t it? A rather interesting setting for those looking to blow off a little steam.” The lights, while beautiful, did not provide a lot of extra light for those on the ground.

“Would you care to join me in a spar, miss?” He asked.

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Total: 570


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Voodoo did suppose it was a good thing she really wasn’t unhinged. She’d always been the quiet onlooker thus she felt like a fool crawling back to alphas who had defeated her in the first place. Her judge of character was obviously broken. Then again she grew up thinking of herself as a princess given her family. Yet her family was long gone, scattered to the winds and she found herself wanting to forge a new path forward. So when the boy interrupted her thoughts the lights of the Aurora came into focus again. She smiled, this was perfect. It seemed she was not the only one looking to expend some extra energy. Plus he seemed like a gentleman. She recognized the armada scent on the male. She knew of them, some of her family history was there. But she had other plans now.

"Never seen something quiet like it, makes you wonder." she said and turned to face him. "Voodoo, I’d gladly take up the opportunity for a spar." the fact he approached her just made her think he may be bold. One never knew when the other face they were talking to were civil. Then again she didn’t think she’d make any friends if she stayed alone as she was. The girl moved back a bit to face him head on. Her tail moving outwards as she began her defenses. Making note of the light provided in the dark night. This would definitely be an interesting spar.

Voodoo vs Charlie for spar
Round; 0/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Intermediate Healer
Specialty:

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The femme’s comment was received with a nod of Charlie’s head. The lights truly did make a wolf wonder where they came from, and what they were doing in the night sky. She would introduce herself as Voodoo, a name that was unfamiliar to him, but she was receptive to the idea of sparring. “Glad to hear it.” He hadn’t thought much on if his approach might seem off putting, but Charlie had meant no harm with it. He offered Voodoo a smile, dipping his head as he gave his name as well. “My name is Charlie by the way. Charlton Fatalis.” He was not the sort of wolf to lord his lineage over others, but it was clear that Charlie was proud of who he was.

Like Voodoo, Charlie would begin to set his defenses. He widened his stance and rolled his shoulders forward to begin fixing his stance. His weight was distributed, his head lowered to align with his spine, and his tail lifted to align with it as well. Digits were splayed across the earth and claws bit into the soil. Hackles were raised and jaws were parted, though no snarl rippled from his maw. This was a friendly spar, after all! With ears being tucked and his eyes getting narrowed, Charlie had finished setting his defenses. Now all that remained was to get the fight underway.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking the first move, I could use the practice.” With those words spoken, Charlie lunged forward. He sought to close the distance between himself and Voodoo, the limited light making her front half the only part of her body that was visible. Above the lights continued to waver and shine, their pale light reflected down on the wolves. Charlie lunged for what he could see, thrusting his right foreleg forward to grab onto her parallel foreleg and yank it toward him. His jaws were turned inward toward her body, seeking to grab onto her neck and hopefully get a hold he would be able to keep.

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Word Count: 342
Total: 1,159

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So she was correct when assuming he'd had a connection with the fatalis family. Not that Voodoo cared, everyone in her eyes got the same respect she expected to get herself. Adrenaline began pumping through her as excitement bubbled in the young woman's chest. A grin while her ears remained pinned to the back of her head. Given that the dark was oddly illuminated she kept her eyes open far wider than she would normally. Letting the male take the first attempt at an attack. Her body was ready, he needed practice? Well she probably needed more, at least in her head she did.

Voodoo may have been rusty though, his paw caught her forelimb successfully pulling her effectively closer to him. Voodoo hackles raised as she tried to move her head as his jaws snapped on her left cheek. She attempted to push her right shoulder into him. Seeking to take advantage of their close quarters. Her jaws opened and Voodoo aimed to bite underneath his jaw, hoping it would help her get control over the situation.


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His foreleg successfully caught her own, pulling the young woman closer. Charlie’s teeth slipped onto her cheek, drawing forth a bit of blood in the wake of his fangs. But Voodoo was on the move, her right shoulder being pushed into his larger body. Their close proximity made things harder for him too. With Voodoo drawing so close he was forced to abandon his bite on her cheek as she slipped a bit under him and managed to get herself a bite around his bottom jaw. The hold felt awkward, and Charlie found himself positioned awkwardly above her, the feeling of her bite a weight holding his head down as his head tipped inward to compensate. His heart raced in his chest, a couple seconds ticking by before he lifted a foreleg to try and loop it over her body and weigh it down.

Help came in the form of Charlie’s companions. With a cry from above Silveris made her presence known, the shrike swooping down over the two combatants. Yorrick would also charge in, seeking to slam into the back leg of the woman and break her focus so that she might release the young man she held. It was funny to think she might have already gotten Charlie in a submission hold.

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Word Count: 214
Total: 1,551

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V o o d o o It really was hard to see everything in this light. As bright as the Aurora was it hindered her ability to really tell where he was. Which likely was why she’d tried to make sure they stayed in closer quarters. What she didn’t expect was for some companions to come in and attack her. Her bite was forgotten as the bird hit her and she even let out a small yelp. She tripped backwards and fell directly into the dirt in front of the young male. Her purple eyes looking up at him with a bit of embarrassment. Well they could say he definitely won that one. "Well I really do need more practice." she muttered half to herself. Slowly she rose and gave a soft nod to Charlie. Best she not say anything else, as she turned she began to walk away. No point in sticking around now and her excess energy was gone given the circumstances. Maybe she could seek out her son, he didn’t talk much but she enjoyed the company regardless. -exit-