Empousa craved a good spar, waiting patiently for someone to answer her challenge. She was rusty and wanted to brush up on her skills, hoping to improve her knowledge and meet another foe on the battlefield for a friendly spar. She found a spot, clear of rocks and other debris and let out a call for a challenger. The battlefield was a busy place and she did not doubt that someone would be quick to find her and help her improve her battling techniques. In the meanwhile, she let out an overly dramatic stretch as she waited. Eyes and ears ready to spot any form approaching hers. "Speach"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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the battlefield-, it called his name and rang over the humid air like a feverish fog. beckoning him forward at random times of the day when he was hungry & primal. the patriarch's steps were heavy and deliberate, poised with his weight on every move. large and muscular frame coming to move over the littered terrain, his massive paws disgracing the lives lost with a consistently ignorant trample. swiveling ears then caught the sound of a call just a few more paces ahead. close and convenient, Érebos took the challenge willingly; his stride predatory & eyes glaring while he took his time to arrive. and it was a female by the looks of it.. yet her scent does not reflect this so clearly. alongside that, enyo was somehow plastered to their fur. faint yet distinct to the male's nose who knew her scent anywhere.

his eyes narrowed on her form then, consuming her image and imprinting on her with a glint of suspicion in his eyes. a smaller female with earthen tones and certainly a stranger to Érebos. what did this fae have to do with his sister? one of her whores perhaps? he came to a slow, modest halt-, his face stoic and empty of any emotional cues. "And how do you know of my Enyo?" his voice was baritone and guttural, vibrating out with noticeable girth. his pink tongue then came to lick over his inky lips, as if anticipating a meal to come. satiation of some kind waiting to hit his ears.


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Empousa had found herself face to face with another piebald wolf, much to her luck. Her eyes tracked over the guy, this time not rampant with attraction or anything. More curiosity as to who the individual ahead of her was. He was yet another large individual and she knew she would not have the upper hand with strength in any spars they had today. She was busy in her thoughts as he spoke again, her head tilting at his words but no other emotion came through. She wondered for a moment how to answer before settling on something that wasn't a total lie. "I've run into her here as well." She wasn't lying, she did run into Enyo here on this battlefield but she also ran into her before that too! And annoyed the shit out of the beast. "Do you wish to spar today then? Or was curiosity your reason for your approach?" There was no bite in her voice, simply just a question. If he answered curiosity he would well be on her way to find another opponent. "Speach"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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the female spoke, direct and concise. giving him not too much, yet not too little. just right, enough to subside his own aggravation. he remained tall, like a thick wall made of pearly stone. clean, prim and crips on the eyes; no doubt his presence was commanding. he imagined Enyo's might've felt the same way.. thus, surely one could figure that the two were related. the dunamis showed with stark contrast against the rest of the world, after all. "Hmm." he remained still as he took his time to answer, his bulky body taut and filling with adrenaline by now. "Both." he chuckled, offering a handsome dimpled smile. his eyes bashfully looking away then back at the female as if pleased with her demeanor; his energy playful and at ease whilst still maintaining an air of intensity and power. her sass was refreshing to experience outside of his clan, and it made way for an interesting fight nonetheless. definitely one of Enyo's whores. "My name is Érebos. Ladies first, if you're so keen on battling so fast." he left it up to her, wanting to know who she was. but he'd settle to know how she tasted first if she preferred that route.



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Now this dude gave her a little whiplash, so different from Enyo who he clearly was related too. He was much easier to be around which was something she would be grateful for. She offered him a sheepish smile back as he grinned at her. This would be fun! As he offered his name to her she would nod her head in acceptance, "Érebos Dunamis then I assume?" She would ask before giving her own name. "I am Empousa." She would give back with a smile. Quickly she would spread her legs out, finding traction and defense close to the ground. Flagging her tail out behind her as she lowered her head and pinned her ears, watching the man before her, reading for whatever move he would make. Empousa vs Érebos for Spar Round 0/? Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: "Speach"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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their encounter was seemingly free flowing, easy to him like second nature. his charisma was prominent these days as he found himself slowly settling into his own energy. finding his element and poise, a stable force. "Érebos Dunamis." he laughed softly, nodding once to confirm her guess as his eyes creased with enthusiasm. hearing his name in the mouths of others invigorated him- making his ego erect as it activated him. stepping forward once, he listened more before responding. "Empousa.." he tasted her name, playing with it on his tongue. "Pleasure is mine." the male was mannered, something of elegant even.

but strikingly, she doesn't come. why? it doesn't fall on a still body as he instead ignites with sudden bursts of speed-, charging abruptly with jowls parted and teeth bare. the switch up was instantaneous; so much that one had to take in account the amount of control Érebos must've had over himself.


érebos vs empousa for spar
round: 1/2
age: over 1yr
size: dire wolf
build: heavy
offensive battle accessory: metal claw caps
defensive battle accessory: metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
companion 1: male cooper’s hawk - battle
companion 2: male ferruginous hawk - perception
skills: master fighter & advanced healer
specialty: beserker


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Erebos was so polite that it was honestly odd to Emmy that he and Enyo could be related. And then before she could continue her thought process, he was charging at her! Unlike her fight with Enyo, he feels calculated. And she is suddenly completely and utterly invested in this fight, eager to find out this man's battle style. Unlike with Enyo, she does not try to run away and stick to her opponent's side, she decides to fight this brute head-on. She could feel the rush of adrenaline as he came bursting her way, a feral growl releasing from her throat as she lifted her head. Watching his approach, the seconds felt like they slowed as she figured out her next move. She spread her back legs, hoping that when they made impact it would make it so she would slide back instead of toppling over. Hoping it would ease a little bit of the force as well, to prevent bruising from blossoming along her chest. As they came face to face she moved closer, hoping to get their chests to line up so she could push him upwards. Taking the battle closer, more personal. She would try to find leverage on his shoulders, hoping to hold herself up and limit the range in which he could move his front legs. Tail fanning out behind her as she does. She knew by this point he would more than likely have been able to make contact with her flesh with his teeth, she did not mind. She would then lash out with her teeth, opening her maw as wide as possible and aiming a savage bite at the upper left side of his neck. She hoped to find a grip to control where his head could move, and hopefully keep his jaws off of her as much as possible. Her ears would stay pinned just in case of the instance where she missed her mark. Empousa vs Érebos for Spar Round 1/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: "Speach"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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just before they collided, his hawk swooped down attempting to scratch at the female's face. to deter them off path as Érebos suddenly tilted to the side, unpredictable in his dodge. yet still, the female grazed his shoulder with her teeth. in quick recalibration Érebos twirled around to face her head on, sliding on his horned helmet in the moment he had to spare. quick and calculated, Érebos may of been underestimated. and it was often times a grave, fatal mistake. he could change & conform with a single whim, transforming and adaptive at best. he aimed to make empousa.. comfortable before he rained hell on her.

and without an ounce of concern, his face changed into a rigid spew of lines that crinkled- an angry snarl leaving out from his maw as he drove into her direction attempting to send steel horns into her side. he fought in a devious style, taking his advantage every time. never missing a beat to show why he was the patriarch. "I'm not enyo, κοριτσάκι(little girl)." she wouldn't be tolerated for being a woman; there was no pass, no immunity from his villainous nature. as unassuming as he was, Érebos was a master at control and when to let loose.


érebos vs empousa for spar
round: 2/2
age: over 1yr
size: dire wolf
build: heavy
offensive battle accessory: metal claw caps
defensive battle accessory: metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
companion 1: male cooper’s hawk - battle
companion 2: male ferruginous hawk - perception
skills: master fighter & advanced healer
specialty: beserker


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The bird swooping down to attack her face was not something she had calculated a response too. The sharp feeling of talons against her face sent her shaking her head, but the damage had already been done. While it wasn't a lot it was enough to distract her for a mere moment, that was until she heard the feral snarl rip from her opponent's throat. Her head turned to face him again. Then he was charging toward her with HORNS? She had a slim moment to move out of their way, flinging her body left and out of his way. Her own face twisted into a snarl, before giving off a dangerous chuckle as he spoke. Using the moment he spoke to fling herself in his direction, hoping to slam into his right side and wrap her forelegs across his back. Aiming to bite at the back of his head, maybe if she was lucky even knowing that pesky helmet off of his head. She did not like that thing. Either way, afterward she would not stay so close to him, jumping back to at least keep some space between them. She stared him down with a wild sort of look in her eyes, like something that wanted to burst through the surface but was being held back. Empousa vs Érebos for Spar Round 2/2 Age: over 1 year Size: Large Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: sharpened teeth caps Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: "Speach"

And the winner is...

EREBOS

EMPOUSA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: EREBOS Attack Roll: 54 Defense Roll: 87 Agility Roll: 42 Perception Roll: 71 Total: 254 Attack[54] + 70% Bonus[37.80]: 91.80 Defense[87] + 20% Bonus[17.40]: 104.40 Agility[42] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 42.00 Perception[71] + 10% Bonus[7.10]: 78.10 Total[316.30] + 25% Bonus[79.07]: 395.37 EMPOUSA: Attack Roll: 20 Defense Roll: 68 Agility Roll: 52 Perception Roll: 34 Total: 174 Attack[20] + 10% Bonus[2.00]: 22.00 Defense[68] + 5% Bonus[3.40]: 71.40 Agility[52] + 5% Bonus[2.60]: 54.60 Perception[34] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 34.00 Total[182.00] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 182.00