It was late morning when Basilisk and his band of raiders arrived at the lands of Avalon. He could feel the Spring coat on his fur, and rolling across the grassy lands which already grew rich and vibrant with the changing season. He knew Cobie would be expecting them, but he raised his voice and let a challenging cry roll out across the lands before him.

He could feel and hear his wolves behind him as he pressed on into Avalon lands, where the wolves of that pack would meet them. The moment he crossed over, he felt himself prepare himself, on guard for an attack as he waited to see what wolves would appear to face them.


"Basilisk"

Wylan was ready and eager to be a part of this next raid. His last one had gone incredibly well for him, and he had high hopes for today's success. He trotted after his Warlord, and moved into Avalon lands with the rest of the raiding party. Glacier and his still unnamed sheep trotted along on either side of him. His wings were lightly unfurled, trailing the air on either side of him as he waited to meet the wolves of Avalon.

He wanted to meet them, engage with them, and part on good terms. That was the way the Fatalis yearling rolled. Once he was fully across the border, he let his eyes move this way and that, searching out a potential opponent to appear over the grassy range.

"Speech"

As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning

The trip from Armada lands to Avalon isn’t terribly long and the wolves that set out from the North, move as one. Lavender coat ripples as Andy’s muscles work, the spring day light creating a dazzling show of the raiding party as they hunt. With Basilisk in the lead, the group presses into Avalon pack lands, the booming call issued by the Warlord, challenging all those who wish to defend, to come and meet the group head on. While this raid is friendly and planned, it doesn’t change the fact that they are here to pit the Armada’s fighters against those of Avalon’s ad she is here to fight. With excitement brimming in her eyes, Andromeda, searches for an opponent to appear.


"Andromeda Fatalis"

spring dawns on their healing pack, a collaborative amalgamation of faces both new and old. Spider follows their packmates at a cautious pace, moving through the unfamiliar territory with narrowed eyes and pricked ears. they know little about Avalon and it’s alpha, but they’re quietly confident in the Armada’s chances. Bas has been recruiting and training the new recruits with admirable dedication, and, in some cases, Spider has witnessed the recruits’ determination and skill in person. they’re a strengthening group, and even if they lose today, this raid will only serve to further hone their abilities as a pack. coming to a halt, Spider rolls their neck and shoulders, relishing the crack. they shake the stiffness from their limbs and scan the horizon beyond for an opponent.

"Araneae Fatalis"

Oleander excitedly bounds beside Wylan and his packmates. His endurance had grown and his rippling muscles had lengthened since the last raid. His steel-capped claws were loaded with a mild abrasive poison this time and as he crested the hill to look upon their new battlefield, he pulled his polar bear skull helmet over his head and shifted the thick fur cape over his shoulders. He was ready!

He let Basilisk lead the way and followed behind him. How far would he get before his first opponent would appear? He wanted to see how these farmers drew up arms against a threat!

"Let's go, show me what you got!" He barked, as he leaped over a growing tuft of plants.

"Speech"

Wynter followed eagerly behind Basilisk with her brothers and father, her new armor and dagger in place and her companions at the ready. She had missed out on the last raid, but this time she wasn't going to miss a thing. The energy from both of her brothers was contagious and by the time they got to the Avalon border and Basilisk called for their opponents she was grinning from ear to ear and all but ready to sprit across the border to find her first opponent. There was a first time for everything and the first time was always the sweetest. She loved having new experiences and learning new things and she was considering this an all new kind of learning experience. A chance to really put everything she had learned so far to the test and maybe even see what things she could improve on. She leapt in behind Ollie, searching for the Avalon wolves that they should be facing.

"Wynter Fatalis"

C A S I M I R
his first raid and his most important lesson as of date, he'd learn hands-on from his packmates and basilisk, galloping behind the warlord as they went to confront avalon head on. a daunting thing, he felt a slight twinge of nervousness flare in his belly but he pushes through with resilience and determination. casimir was an armadan warrior and he intended to win. showing up today meant business and he was ready to go. his stance was set and eyes narrowed forward, awaiting the southerners.. already missing the rocky mountains.


"talk" "think"

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The notation that a raid would happen soon isn’t foreign to Merlin’s mind because Corbie had already told them that the Armada would be knocking soon and that it would be another, friendly raid. Part of the young man wonders if all raids are friendly or if there is such a thing as an ‘un-friendly’ one. However, he doesn’t get much time to dwell on that question because a booming call from Avalon’s borders alerts the pack to the incoming raiders.

A grin splits his maw and Merlin quickly herds the sheep he had been tending to, into a pen, which he closes and locks, before taking off at a full sprint toward the ‘attacking’ wolves. The dappled man arrives quickly and finds that he is the first of Avalon’s wolves to arrive which is fine by him; it means he gets the first pick of attackers.

Eyeing the towering form at the head of the charge, he decides not to fuck to with one and, instead, zeros in on a white male that is still taller than him but not at as dizzyingly so. Without slowing, Merlin aims toward the pale form, the grin still on his maw as he races up to greet the man head-on.

Without stopping or slowing, the dappled male moves straight in toward his opponent and, when he is close enough, seeks to try and dodge around toward the man’s right side so that he can attempt to aim a bite toward the male’s ankle. It’s nothing overly harmful, just something that would cause pain and let them know he intends to leave bruises in this fight.


"Merlin Destruction"

Merlin vs Casimir for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter

C A S I M I R
seen from a distance off, casimir slid on his amethyst mask in preparation. standing his ground, casimir saw an ashen brute charge towards him and with initiative force, caismir would not wait to greet the other in a fierce collide. using the armor he wore over his head, he aimed to slam against the other's side as they dipped over and tried for his legs, hoping to prevent them form landing their blow and knock them down with brute force & weight. he is deliberate in his movements, snarling aloud.

Casimir vs Merlin for Dominance(Raid)
Round: 1/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Defensive Battle Accessory: Amethyst mask
Companion 1: Male sharp shinned hawk - Battle
Skills: Advanced fighter & Novice Hunter
Specialty: n/a

"talk" "think"

table by scarlet/art by skelle

Corbie had informed him that the Armada would initiate a practice raid on Avalon. They didn't know when or where but that was the point. Álarr simply kept an ear out and went about his business until one spring day he heard the challenging call. The Armada had arrived and it was time for Avalon to answer. He knew Corbie had a lot on her plate, especially with spring lambing so the answering would be in the paws of the betas and Corbie would show if she had time.

Álarr swiftly donned his armor and weaponry, calling his companions together before charging out to meet their opponents. He was pleased to see Merlin was already there and engaged in a fight. The boy was showing good initiative toward his training. Not one for tradition Álarr was fine choosing any opponent but at this juncture he opted to take on the leader. Well… at least try.

Álarr raced toward Basilisk before slipping subtly to his left. He planted his front legs, kicking off with his hind legs to try and arc in toward Basilisk's right front leg. Álarr's jaws lashed forward seeking to strike the larger man's shoulder where the trapezius muscle connected to the limb. His goal was to lacerate the flesh and tag the area not to actually tear the ligament.

Álarr vs Basilisk for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns (small) - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Defender

Gossamer gathered her supplies as well as her armor and weaponry. With her companions by her side she set out with the rest of the raiding party and arrived in the lush lands of Avalon a few hours before noon. The late morning sun was already heating up the lands and it felt good on her back as she prepared herself for battle. Basilisk gave out the call and one by one the Avalon wolves trickled in. One going for Casimir, another for Basilisk himself. Gossamer remained at the ready for her own chance at an opponent and if one did not materialize that was fine. Gossamer still had her healing talents to lend to the Armada wolves if the need arose.

It'd been long enough since he participated in the last raid, though the memories still felt fresh in his mind. It hadn't been a friendly raid like this one, not at all - the raiding party had come to steal what Avalon had worked so hard to build. Though he hadn't intended to join the defending party, when the day came he figured he may as well. This could very well be the last raid he participated in, why not make it one to remember? Maybe it'd even cover up some of the less kind memories of past raids. He was particularly overjoyed to be fighting alongside his son, who he noticed when he made his slow approach to the group, noting that fights were already beginning to break out. Stretching his limbs as he strode up, he was grateful for the mild day and that his joints didn't feel quite as stiff as usual. He'd slipped on his bracers and helmet before setting out, and he slowed when he reached the group, scanning it thoroughly. Now.. for a target. Many of the wolves leading the charge were quite young, and he assumed inexperienced, though he knew nothing about the Armada was weak. His attention fell on one of the yearlings, Wynter, and he let out a bark to announce his intentions. Reeling back slightly, he charged her, aiming to throw his larger frame at her head-on. His jaws would part and aim a bite for her left shoulder, right at the joint. Corvus vs Wynter for Spar Round 1 / ? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet Defensive Battle Accessory: Badger pelt front leg bracers Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Hunter

As the Avalon wolves began to charge out to meet their approach, she began to scan each of them both looking for a target and waiting to see if any of them would engage her directly. Her question was answered by a bark from an older man coated in earth tones and wearing a helmet adorned with spikes. Her sapphire gaze turned his way and she grinned as she settled into a fighting stance to brace herself for his approach. He was a good bit taller than her and appeared heavier in build so she just put herself in the mind set of when she had been training with her father and grandfather, both of the males' larger statures preparing her for this kind of fight.

As Corvus charged her head on she bent her legs and coiled her muscles to get ready to doge out of the way and did just that just as he was drawing close, making a quick hop to her right that would put her out of the way of the slamming charge he was attempting to do. It did not fully get her out of range of his reaching jaws though and she felt his teeth cut across her shoulder, the hardened leather of her armer deflecting the worst of the bite and just making her wince slightly at the impact and pressure that might leave a bit of bruising behind. A flash of black and white feathers appeared between her and her opponent as her magpie swooped in to flap his wings in Corvus' face, hopefully distracting him long enough for her to dart around to his left side. She tried to position herself so that she was perpendicular to him and facing his left shoulder and she reached out for his left elbow with open jaws. She knew this was a friendly raid so she wouldn't try to do any real damage, but she still wanted to bite hard enough to maybe pull his leg out from under him.

Wynter vs Corvus for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: leather armor around shoulders
Defensive Battle Accessory: Dagger in a bracer scabbard
Companion 1: Arctic Hare, Female, Battle
Companion 2: Black-billed Magpie, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Tactician

"Wynter Fatalis"

Éldi had dreams of late. Strange dreams that made him wonder if the gods were speaking to him, urging him to move on. He contemplated them greatly, troubling at their repetitiveness and meaning. Today there was no time to ponder on his troubled heart for the Armada had coming knocking and Avalon was to answer. They were a small and peaceful pack but that only meant they were one of the first to be taken advantage of and so they needed to know how to defend themselves, to turn back would be raiders. It would be a difficult task but Éldi was keen to show the strength of the small pack, even if he wasn't destined to remain here much longer.

As fights broke out around him he darted for the large horned woman. She had the look of strength and youth and he knew this would be a challenging fight. He could only hope his experience would aid him. Though perhaps this was a chance to be bolder than normally. To let lose some of the pent up emotion. Éldi charged for the woman head-on like a bull. He sought to crash his chest into hers. At the same time he lived both his front legs, seeking to rake his claws down the front of her forelegs while his teeth lanced forward, seeking to grab her lower jaw between his own.


Éldi vs Andromeda for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Battle bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull helmet
Companion 1: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

Ulmaria kept to herself. She focused on maintaining the herb stores and spent little time getting to know her pack mates. She knew that should change but still she could not motivate herself to do so. So many of her bonds had fallen by the wayside, one after the other. It seemed such a waste to build new connections only to lose them again anyway so why even bother?

Ulmaria's principal area of focus was healing but that did not mean she was a wash out when it came to fighting. She was rusy, sure, but the raid was the perfect time to start shaking off the dust. A pale while yearling called out and she answered simply. "As you wish!" Her defenses flew into place and she raced forward.

Ulmaria shifted to her left side, moving as if to fly right by the boy, but instead her head twisted sharply to the left, jaws aiming to catch the boy's spine right behind hid shoulders. At the same time she shifted her weight, seeking to raise her left paw and throw it over his back both to add her own weight to his burden and for her own stability.

Ulmaria vs Oleander for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Clawed and spiked gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet with cowl
Companion 1: Fishing Cat, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black Lemur, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Low voltage shock - Defensive
Mutation 2: Dexterous paws - Offensive
Skills: Master Healer & Master Fighter
Specialty: Defender


Speech

It didn’t take long for a wolf to answer his call. It was not Corbie who faced him, but the gentle leader was likely letting her wolves take the practice raid in full. He turned towards the white wolf as the stranger approached him. Lashing out to strike at Bas’s shoulder. The larger wolf braced for the impact, and when the other came into close contact, he raised a paw, attempting to bring it under the paw going for his shoulder, where he could brush his bone spur across their leg.

His movements were measured and careful, keeping this spar friendly, and making efforts not to cross the line, even by accident. As he struck out with his leg, he also moved his head forward. Attempting to grab at Alarr’s scruff with his teeth.

Basilisk vs Alarr for Dominance
Round 1/1
Age: over 1
Size: Paleo species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Shoulder Spurs
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Faux Wings
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Miniature reindeer, Male - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Wyrm, Female, 50" - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Lizard eyes- Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Marauder


"Basilisk"

A large fae of midnight came across the greening fields toward him! She replied to his call and he charged her to bring himself closer. His heart thrummed in his chest as she drew nearer.

He made to grasp her scruff but she snacked at him and grabbed the skin just below where his cape ended! He snarled in pain and pushed into her while sweeping his right foreleg under the woman to unbalance her by grabbing one of her limbs. With his left, he aimed to rake his claws, dulled for the friendly battle but filled with an irritating abrasive substance, down her hip. Eterna, his raven flew overhead to keep an eye on the battle from above.

Oleander vs Ulmaria for Dominance
Round 1/1
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear skull helm and cape
Companion 1: White Raven, female - flying
Companion 2: Leucistic Raccoon, male - battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Poison Master

"Speech!"

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And the winner is...OLEANDER

OLEANDER

ULMARIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: ULMARIA: Attack Roll: 12 Defense Roll: 96 Agility Roll: 52 Perception Roll: 23 Total: 183 Attack[12] + 45% Bonus[5.40]: 17.40 Defense[96] + 100% Bonus[96.00]: 192.00 Agility[52] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 52.00 Perception[23] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 23.00 Total[284.40] + 25% Bonus[71.10]: 355.50 OLEANDER: Attack Roll: 38 Defense Roll: 71 Agility Roll: 89 Perception Roll: 21 Total: 219 Attack[38] + 65% Bonus[24.70]: 62.70 Defense[71] + 40% Bonus[28.40]: 99.40 Agility[89] + 5% Bonus[4.45]: 93.45 Perception[21] + 10% Bonus[2.10]: 23.10 Total[278.65] + 35% Bonus[97.53]: 376.18

Mortis trotted in behind the rest of the Raid party, taking up the rear as the party crossed over into Avalon territory. He caught the scent of farmstock, and the familiar scent of herbs in lush Spring air. He found himself wondering how many raids he had left in him. He attended these ones because his children chose to, and he wished to keep an eye on him. Even for friendly ones, such as these.

As he stepped into the field. Leaving himself open for any opponents to take him on, he saw Oleander engage in a fight and win his match. He let out a soft, approving woof for the other wolf to hear.


"Speech"

The large, pale man sees him coming and the taller male charges at Merlin right as he is attempting to dip toward their right side in the hopes of snatching an ankle. The brute uses the armor on his head and slams it hard into his side, forcing the air from his lungs whoosh as he is knocked sideways, the blow only sending staggering away instead of taking him down.

The man’s snarl is taken in stride and the dappled youth wheels around to one again face his opponent. Lunging forward, the shorter male aims to try and dip underneath the pale wolf’s head so that he might get up underneath the mask to try and grab ahold of soft flesh. Ears are pinned back, eyes narrowed as Merlin goes and he tries to find an advantage that he can against his opponent so that he might come out the victor here.


"Merlin Destruction"

Merlin vs Casimir for Dominance (Raid)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter