Hackles bristled, crimson gaze narrowed as he watched fights break out all around him. Still, he remained where he was as he stayed on guard, watching as the emerging Syndicate wolves engaged with Insomnia. The fights were bloody and intense, and simply judging by what he'd heard about the Syndicate, he expected no less. Same with Insomnia. He knew the pack to be reckless at best, the literal embodiment of untamed chaos. He glanced toward Red for a brief moment, noting that Ripper had decided to ignore Medusa's order to stay home instead. While he didn't know his latest litter well enough just yet, he supposed it was probably characteristic of them to not always obey...he wasn't sure. His gaze found Wade then as the crimson boy engaged in a vicious fight of his own, and Ignis couldn't help but feel amused by his childs wild tenacity. A squawk from his cockatoo alerted him to the approach of another, but he hadn't turned in time before he felt teeth grab at his flank. Snarling, the crimson male turned on his heel, jaws wide open as he sought to retaliate against his attacker in one swift motion. He aimed his teeth at the other males shoulder, seeking to sink his teeth in while surging forward in an attempt to push him back with his own shoulder. He could feel his inner demon squirming for release...the first taste of blood being the key that held his lock! Ignis vs Ezekiel for Raid: Minor maim - Shoulder scarring Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Skull helmet Defensive Battle Accessory: Black bear cape Companion 1: Palm cockatoo, Male - Flying Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Sika deer antlers - Offensive Disability: Partial deafness - Moderate Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Mangler "Ignis""Blödhgarm"

Art by Naiterion

Well, it didn’t take much for her to see this was a moment of opportunity. The sounds of conflict around her were a symphony to her ears, each snarl and howl a note in her orchestrated dance of power. Rakia swiftly dissected the situation, the riotous blend of scents and sounds painting a vivid picture in her mind. Her icy gaze was drawn to big red brute- he had ears too big for his head, and a face that hadn’t quite shed the fullness of his pup years- caught somewhere between a boy and a man. Oh, how she savored this moment. The raw energy of the battlefield was intoxicating - a heady mix of adrenaline and fear, of power and desperation. Even as the chaos unfolded around her, Rakia felt oddly detached, a predator studying her prey before striking.

But of course, this moment of stillness couldn’t last forever. And she would quickly break the lull by lunging forward, her body a blur as she darted towards Redrum. Each leap was calculated, her paws striking the ground rhythmically in a dance of death. Her tail streamed behind her like a banner, cutting through the air with each powerful stride. The distance between them rapidly closed, her focus unwavering, eyes locked onto her target.

As she neared Redrum, her muscles coiled, ready to spring. She watched with a predator's keen eye- her teeth bared in a harsh, triumphant grin, Rakia launched herself at him in a lethal whirl of claws and fangs She aimed for the tender flesh between neck and shoulder, her fangs glinting dangerously as she fought for purchase in his skin.


RAKIA vs REDRUM for MAIM | - Shoulder Scarring
Round: 1/1
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lightweight Cloak
Companion 1: Female Raven - flying
Companion 2: Female Caracal - Battle
Skills: Master Hunter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

"Rakia Perreau"

The cold morning air bit at Enyo’s fur, the crisp scent of pine needles and frost heavy in her lungs. Her breath came out in pale clouds as she stood amidst the shadows of the trees, the metal of her armor cold against her skin. She heard the soft crunch of paws approaching. Too heavy to be her birds, too deliberate to be anyone but him.

Flare.

The scent hit her before his words did, Syndicate’s acrid stench clinging to him like rot. It coiled around her memories, bringing back his smug face and the vile way he had crossed boundaries she had set with sharp clarity. His teasing voice was as irritating as it was familiar. She told him just a kiss. But no. Flare, like so many weak males, had refused to listen. The idiot thought his want mattered more than her words. His insistence, his arrogance, and his final insult. Calling her a coward when she’d left him behind. What a pathetic man.

Enyo couldn't help but wonder about how many other women he shoved his desires onto. How many lacked the bold or build Enyo possessed to deny him? Flare could've stopped her, could've physically tried. But she knew that even he knew that he wouldn't win such a battle. It was why he tried to get under her fur with weak words.

And now here he was again. As Flare charged, Enyo’s lips peeled back into a snarl, not of fear but of pleasure. It was pure, seething pleasure. She would enjoy this.

"Spreading your blood across this dirt will bring me more pleasure than that inadequate member between your legs ever could." she taunted under her breath, adrenaline flooding her veins.

The moment he lunged to slam into her, she twisted sharply into his side, using the momentum of her heavier weight to try to send him stumbling off balance. Her armor clanged as she moved, her body a coiled force of muscle and precision.

Her jaws snapped down on the soft skin beneath his lower left jaw, her fangs moving to drive deep into the flesh near his throat. She didn’t bite to kill, not yet. This was about making him feel it, feel the sharp edge of her teeth and the weight of her wrath. A growl rumbled through her chest, vibrating through her hold on him. The metallic taste of blood touched her tongue, and a wicked grin curled her lips as she tightened her grip.

This was the moment she had craved. The thrill of putting Flare exactly where he belonged. The pressure of his blood beneath her fangs, the way his pulse raced. It was intoxicating. It was control. Her control.

She sneered through her clenched jaw, her voice thick with disgust. "Another weak male chasing power through women. It’s pathetic."

If successful she would move without giving him a chance to recover, she would release his throat with a violent shove, attempting to send him crashing into the cold, hard ground beneath the pines. Snow and dirt scattered beneath his frame as she loomed over him.

"You called me a coward." Her voice was low, taunting, every word soaked in venom. "Show me how brave you are now."

She reveled in every second of his pain, every twitch of discomfort, every drop of blood that stained the snow beneath them.



"SPEECH"

ENYO vs Flare for DOMINANCE
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Berserker (Bard from Rougarou)

Both Fossa's were intercepted but that was just fine. Ears, the Jackalope, skirted in afterwards, lowering his antlered head and aiming to impale the back of the enemy woman's right thigh with said antlers. Being a big old jackrabbit, he had some bulk behind him, so, if his strike landed, it would very well hurt, but it wouldn't do irreparable damage.

Kaino's teeth sank home and blood filled her maw. A surge of heated triumph flared through the lavender and smoke fae. She knew the risks when she'd begun such an attack and, wouldn't you know it, teeth soon bit into her own neck. Kaino grimaced, her mouth still full of flesh and blood. Just as Medusa's paw was coming down upon her own, Kaino lifted it. She lifted both paws, actually. Her left paw moved up to grip Medusa's right shoulder, stretching across her chest. Her right paw settled over the woman's back. With a flex of her paws, long, retractable claws shot forward as Kaino hoped to grab onto the woman by embedding them in her flesh, thus increasing her hold.

"Kaino"

Kaino vs Medusa for Maim (Shoulder Scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with elbow spikes
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel Armor
Companion 1: Male rabbit, 21" [Antler mutation] - Battle
Companion 2: Fossa, Female - battle
*Companion 3: Fossa, Male - battle
Mutation 1: Retractable tiger claws
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Mangler (Kai's side has Rakia, a bard.)

He understood her rage. He had seen her weakness, and she despised him for it. He grinned, amused at her discomfort, at the clear and immediate proof that her anger and hatred meant he lived rent free in her mind. To him, she was a fleeting amusement. To her, he was a fire burning through her thoughts. He could feel it through the displeasure of her words, the attempt to take back some measure of control from what had clearly spiralled far further than she intended. He took in every moment of her discomfort.

She attempted to snap at his jaw, and he turned so that the blow landed on his neck armour, and if it slid past his unusually thicker fur would dampen her attempts to pierce his skin. “Your weakness will never be forgotten.” He promised her as he attempted to snap his own head towards the space between her eyes and ears, while her head was lowered with her attempt to grab at his lower jaw.

Ooc: Please remember you can only attempt attacks, not place them in a fight


Flare vs Enyo for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather neck armor
Companion 1: Red Goshawk, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Corsac Fox, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: Thicker fur (Defensive)
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

"Speech"

The cold air stung Enyo’s scarred face as Flare’s words slithered into her ears, but instead of anger, she felt a strange, bubbling amusement. A low, guttural laugh rolled from her chest. It was sharp and laced with bloodthirsty joy. She threw her head back slightly, allowing the sound to ripple out into the quiet pines. It wasn’t just a laugh- it was a predator’s delight. A reaction to prey making the fatal mistake of thinking it could fight back.

Flare’s pathetic attempt to insult her was nothing more than noise. Weakness? The word from his mouth was a joke, a flimsy dagger thrown at a mountain. It slid right off her like water over stone. "That’s adorable," she sneered, her voice thick with scorn. "I didn’t realize you were still this desperate."

The clang of his armor as he twisted away and the shift in his thick fur irritated her, but only slightly. Enyo thrived in the heat of battle, and each failed strike only sharpened her resolve. Flare snapping toward her head was predictable. Too predictable. His teeth scraped air as she jerked her head back with a fluid movement, her eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation.

"Try harder, worm," she muttered with a wicked grin, the bloodlust in her eyes unwavering.

Without missing a beat, she threw her full weight forward, closing the gap between them like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Her powerful limbs churned through the slurry snow, and her claws bit into the cold earth beneath her as she aimed a brutal, calculated strike at his side.

She wasn’t gentle, she never was. The movement was meant to slam into him, an aggressive assault designed to overwhelm him. She sought to shove him hard into the snow-covered ground, force him into the dirt where he belonged, using her size to press her advantage.

Her jaws snapped at the air just shy of his muzzle, but never reckless. Every movement was deliberate, controlled chaos. It wasn’t just about winning. It was about showing him that even at his best, he paled in comparison to her.

"This all you've got?" she taunted between movements, her breath fogging in the chill.

Her muscles rippled beneath the weight of her armor as she pressed on relentlessly. This was a game she loved. The pushing, prodding, giving just enough space to bait him into mistakes should he make them. If he thought his words held any weight, she would make sure to show him that actions were the only thing that mattered here.

Each missed snap or deflected strike only fueled her more. She thrived on this dance of blood and steel, her focus razor-sharp and unwavering. Flare’s attempts to anger her were nothing more than sparks trying to catch fire in a storm. He would tire long before she did.

She laughed again, louder this time, with a cruel edge. "You call me weak," she snarled, her voice a blade aimed right at his pride. "Do you even know what strength is?"

Every muscle in her body was alive with energy, ready to strike again. Her tail flicked sharply, her armor clinking like a war drum. She was in control now, and it was clear from the way she moved. Every step. Every strike. Every word a testament to the simple truth:

Flare was nothing more than a temporary amusement, and soon, like all weak things, he would break.

ENYO vs Flare for DOMINANCE
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Berserker (Bard from Rougarou)


"SPEECH"