Two days into the festival was when she'd judged the spars would best serve to provide entertainment for the assembled packs, and now she stood near the shore of the lake as the sky was once more lightening, the fireflies winking out for the night as beautiful Sol rose in the sky, Skoll hard behind her as always. Dawn and dusk, the most beautiful times of the day, as the transition was made between Sol and Mani, the world in flux. A sacred, if fearful time of the day. Her call rang out over the lake, summoning those who had interest in the spars, participants and spectators alike. She would gather them here and split them into separate pairs, sharing the judging between herself and the other interested alphas before gathering them here once again to announce the new spars. She cast an amused look toward Bass who had joined her in this. He too was not participating in the spars themselves so would judge some of the spars, and she had hopes of other high ranking pack wolves volunteering as well. It would be interesting to see the strength of each pack tested against one another in spars, but of course the fields of war brought out quite a different sort of strength than games such as these. Interesting nonetheless. OOC: Basically just throw any wolves you wanted in the spars in here, it doesn't really matter whether they show up or not since I already OOC have the brackets made. See HERE for the first round pairs and feel free to start your spar threads as soon as you want to, but preferably within the next couple of days so we can move to the next round faster. Just use the same format I used here, nameofthread (FESTIVAL SPAR) so your opponent knows where it's at. Spars should be two rounds preferably and when the rounds are over and an official site judge has posted the results, please wait for an alpha character to post to stop the spar and announce the results. Any questions please PM Katja.

The Kaiser listened to her niece's speech. The Viking was defiantly ready to do some fights. It was exciting. A short fun spar for her and another. She was quite undefeated so far, but it could be ruined that day. Hopefully she could win, to show her worth. The fae was indeed a Queen, why should she be beat by another? Would that not be a stab to her pride? Would that not be a sign that she was so easily beat. But, the fae could not tell the future. Her broad paws hit the ground with ease as she slithered her way back to the shore. Near where she and the Adravendi femme sat and spoke. Though, her eyes were keen on her ebony kin. It was odd, being ushered by someone so young. Usually she would be the one hosting. Yet, she would go on with it due to her excitement for fighting. Sparring was a fun time that she would never give up. She would only stop fighting if she became to elder. Her paws carried her to the shore with a little grin. "I wish to enter the contest, darling." The femme paused for a moment before letting her voice slip into the air again. "I also offer my help to you if you need help judging any other events or organizing things." Svanerna Finnvi waited for a reaction, looking to the side to see who else would come her way. "Speech"

The future Kaiser was ready to slaughter as always. Though, she did not outwardly come out with such blood lust. Why should a future Queen scare others? the babe put on the mask of a silver tongue vixen that is to divine for others to grasp. But, deep down inside she was a creature of cannibalism, gods, and killing. Only two people knew the true Schon Finnvi. Ubivat and Svanerna. No one else and it should stay that way for a long while. Though, as her darling cousin, thing, spoke her ears were perked. A fighting game. Excitement slipped through the spine of her narrow back. Schon was excited to fight. She was always ready to fight. As Katja stopped speak she observed as she slithered her way to the shore. Her mother followed, so would she. The Viking sauntered her way to the lake with a dominant demeanor. She was quite excited to show off her skills to the others. The horribly skinny lady would bump her mother at the hip and wait for their pairs to be matched. She hoped she would be matched with someone of her own size. "I would like to participate in fighting as well." The babe paused and waited. ""

The beautiful creature would be joined by her brother and sister but she would pay them little mind while the hostess began to spew out formalities. Yet, she would listen a little more carefully as Katja began to explain the event to come. Sparring. Nephele rolled her shoulders, excitment nearly bursting from every pore of her fur covered bodice. She was becoming quite the fighter and it was time show everyone that. Therefore as the ebony lady slid from the gathering to the shores the golden marked temptress moved as well. Her tiny bodice moved right next to the water, but she was sure not to get her paws wet. She would hate to slip during a fight. Therefore, she would stop next to the viking pair with her head held high. Hoping to fight someone of larger height then her. Perhaps the little Princess to her right, Schon. But, the beautiful Goddess would pay them no mind as they spoke. Nephele would merely let her own voice fill the spring air. "I wish to join in too." ""

The time for the festival had come, and his bones ached slightly with the thought of the spars. Ubivat was not a violent man, but he longed to feel the pain he no longer could. After all, his nerves destroyed at the ends, now his body was like a thick coat across all of him. The dead man would come across with Schon and the others, orange eyes looking at the one who had called this festival. "I would like to participate in the spars." his paws made contact with the ground as his thick russian accent filled the air. He settled himself after, surrounded by living ones. This seemed to be his fate as of late. But it no longer bothered him, no matter how different he to them were. Speech,

A group of wolves was gathering for the spars to be entered. Azalea broke away from her sister, eager to get involved. She moved with her tail streamline with spine, finding her way toward the group, dodging the odd wolf on the way. She stood at the rim of the excitement, not sure she really needed to voice her interest like everyone else did. Clearly if she was here she wanted to join in, right? "I'll spar," she called out casually, just in case Katja didn't notice her.

Stories of the festival's going on in Ebony land would spark an interest in the brown pelted girl. She had of late gained quite an interest in sparring and the chance to test her might against wolves of all the packs came as a great appeal to her. She wanted to prove herself, prove to Bass and to Abaven that she could do this. When it came time for the spars to begin Motif would find herself in Ebony lands, and would have a chance to see the competition about her. She knew next to none of the wolves in the crowd, except of course her Brother Dear who stood beside the Ebony queen in a stance of companionable friendship.



She would grin up at her brother as she moved through the wolves and found herself a place to sit. She would glance about for a moment more as the wolves about her seemed to volunteer themselves for the challenges to come and the fiery girl would flash a wide grin and look up at Katja. ?Count me in!? she called, and darted her eyes also to her brother to see his reaction. Did he know she would participate? Well certainly he would have guessed, he had seen the love she was developing for spars and the wins she was collecting.

During his alliance meeting with Katja she had told him of the festival and tourney she would be hosting in her lands. This to Cru, more so then the chance to show his might against those of strangers would find it as an opportunity to meet the other packs of the lands in a large show of peace. This could be a chance to finalize alliances he didn't yet have and to make friends with its wolves. He had asked Sibelle to come with him, to go in unity of leadership as the two Alpha's of Solstice. Twig he asked to stay and take over command of Solstice in their absence and knew that everything would of course be perfectly fine under her command.



He arrived in time to see the crowd forming and people calling out their agreement to be placed in the tourney. The Alpha smiled as he looked about the sea of strangers before gently nudging his way to the front of the crowd so he could be closer to Katja when he said softly. ?I, and Sibelle would happily help you in judging if you require it? he would say, having chosen this course instead of the fighting one. He hoped some of his wolves might also follow him here and enter in the tourney as warriors for Solstice.

Cru had asked her to attend the Tournament within Ebony with him, and she was more than happy to comply. She knew the man had ben hard at work forging alliances and this would be a good place to set everything in stone. She crossed over the borders beside Cru, nostrils quivering to take in the various smells. Ebony was the most prominent, but she could smell all the other packs that come for the games. She would follow him until the stood before a dark woman that was presumably the Queen, she would smile and dip her head in greeting before looking around at the various faces that had gathered. She stood tall beside her King, surveying the crowd, eager to see how this would play out so that perhaps one day, Solstice could have an event of their own. So far, she didn't see any Solstice wolves, but hopefully soon they would follow and arrive, she would be disappointed to see them pass of up this chance to not only perfect their fighting skills but meet their alliances and forge friendships. Speech,