She did not fear the risk of her very own death; nor had she thought about the possibility of it. For it was the skill of combat instead that those needed to rely on. They needed to rely on their own skill. If they where weak, then it soon needed to be changed. With the thought held strongly within her mind the dame would quickly pace around the borders, before stopping right into the centre, howling for them all to come before her. It was the day to see their skill, and to put them into there rank accordingly. Once the call was made, the brute of a woman would simply wait, wondering how many would be loyal enough to attend simple training. If they chose to ignore, then the fools will be ranked slave and used like a dirty cloth. Meinx could only hope that natural instincts alone would guide the warriors, if not then she would have to force herself to do one on one training.

OOC: This is Mandatory, Any Arcanum wolves will be at risk of being demoted to slave if they do not attend. You have until the 19th of September to reply, those who fail to attend will be dealt with immediatly icly.

She took her time arriving shortly after hearing the beckoning call. A small smirk appeared on her face as she rose and stretched every muscle and joint before exiting the den. The day had barely started and Maija was ready to see blood spill. A quick glance was made to her stomach and she softly chuckled to herself. There was no way in hell she was going to risk her unborn children's well beings, of that she knew. That didn't mean she wouldn't attend the training session and learn from what she saw. Her golden paws carried her from her newly found home to the section of the Plains that the young girl had chosen. Leaf-green eyes checked out her surroundings with interest, but her face remained void of any other emotion. Her stride slowed and she reclined to her haunches when she had walked far enough into the clearing. Maija looked at the russet-furred woman, but only a curt nod was given rather than an exchange of words. "You're gonna hear me roar"

"...InSaNiTy... The Weight Of The Air Is Torture... ...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... He was a slave, and so he was unsure if he would actually be granted permission to do anything within the spars and fight training. Though Forsaken had the will to do so, the bigger problem was the boys age. He was not even half a year old yet, but his fire was still there. Contained, however, as he now had to be much more respectful to the rest of the rabble. But the woman who called was one that he had met before. She was one of the higher ranks within Arcacum, and therefore another he had to be especially careful with when it came to stepping on her toes. Sure he had to mind himself with any ranked members... But messing up with those higher tiers could really compromise his chances to get to a better state of life later on. The brown boy would walk, his golden eyes gleaming as he came to sit on the edge of everything. At the very least he would be able to observe. Make notes of defenses set and battle tactics used. If he was going to challenge for a rank he needed to learn how to fight, right? He would flick his ears back some, gaze shifting to Meinx. He looked an odd sight there on the edge of the gathering, but he cared not. Only one other had showed thus far... but surely the others would not take too long to arrive. He doubted this pack was the sort to mess around with slackers... ones who might just find themselves beside him if they weren't careful... or so Forsaken suspected. ...InSaNiTy.. The Illusion Of Ignorance......Try And Stop It From Corrupting...?

He would reach the summoner when it suited him; choosing to amble at a leisurely pace rather than rush forward to excitedly heed the summons of another. A solid lack of interest in authority was his motivator for such a pace. Demands made of him were ultimately his to accept or dismiss; this he was willing to fight for. Still, he knew his place and was unwilling to displease his mother over such a small matter as attendance, and so it was with a mix of genuine curiosity and familial duty that he would lend his person to the Gouverneur.

He arrived, despite his luxurious pace, in a timely fashion, and after pausing to look those who arrived before him over, moved to settle off to the left of Meinx. He spared the Gouverneur a courteous nod, but no more; there wasn't enough familiarity between them to justify pleasantries or an attempt at small talk. He knew she was well received by his mother but little else. His eyes briefly considered her, lingering on her for a half second longer than was socially necessary. Perhaps that was something he needed to fix.

From Meinx his eyes would wander to the boy. Him the brute studied more openly. So that was the slave. Valentine's eyes would drift over him, taking in all that his person had to offer. Little was answered in his visual study and far too many questions were raised and not immediately answered.

His gaze would lift from the child and settle on a distant point as he waited out the arrival of others.

"Speech"

Meinx's call rang out, bringing a smirk to dark lips. The girl was not one to fail in her duties, that much she was certain of. From a young age the girl had excelled in her duties, no matter what they were. And now she was once again in a place of power and continued to be successful. She would rise, silver stilts bringing her to the growing crowd. Upon her arrival, several were already there. Including her dearest Maija, Forsaken and even her son. She would seat herself on the outskirts of the crowd, she was merely an observer here. She would be the final judge in who got what rank and whether or not they were worthy of such a thing. Silver haunches would fold beneath her, plume curling around her hips as she settled in with patience. Her place gave her a clear view of the meeting, who was in attendance and who was not. She already had it in her mind that those who failed to arrive would be demoted immediately to slave. She ruled with a heavy hand, that would never change. And those who didn't realize it, would pay dearly. No one wanted to be a slave within Arcanum, they would face daily cruelty and mocking. They would be starved and beaten, pushed to the brink of death only to be dragged back. Quiet amusement filled her gaze though her face remained in an emotionless mask.

It had not been long since she had been accepted into Arcanum. With the time she was given she had settled in quite well, adjusting herself to pack life. Ranked as a Commoner, she had eagerly awaited the upcoming training meeting. It was time for her sword to be sharpened and her knowledge put to the test. Her ears had heard the call, swiftly making her way to the vast plains. A few of her pack members had already arrived, including her Queen. The maple lady avoided their gaze sharply. Nobody knew her, she was just another stranger. But she did not care about others, she only had her mind set on training. Slowing her pace, the confident woman seated herself in the centre of the crowd. Stretching her slender back, she sat with excellent posture and her bitter azure optics examined the surroundings carefully. Was she to be a Commoner any longer? "Speech"

The voice was familiar as her call echoed across the plains. Meinx. A slow smile lifted her lips. She liked the woman. Ebony stilts would carry her at an easy trot to the source of the call. Today they would begin battle training. She was just shy of a year, and nearly her full height. Upon her arrival, several had already gathered, including her half brother, and the slave her mother had claimed. Her mother sat on the outskirts, silently observing the growing crowd. She would shoot a smile to Meinx and her half brother before finding a seat amongst the crowd. She had ever intention of participating, even though most of the crowd was not only older and wiser, but larger. Haunches would fold gracefully against the earth, her plume curling around her hips. Idly she wondered if her father would arrive. He had been scarce as of late, which was much to her disappointment, she missed him. And she didn't dare ask her mother for she seemed annoyed with dad and his lack of presence. Silently she would wait, wait for instructions from Meinx, seeing as her mother had no intention of running this meeting. Her verdant gaze would rest on nothing in particular, dancing from face to face of those who continued to trickle in. WORDS HERE

It had been a total waste of his time, of his days. Boredom killed, as well as his dissatisfied feelings and thus he wanted to leave the woman behind to her own devices and never see her again. The call for the pack would go answered quickly, the male standing and arriving in a punctual manner. He must have been a fool thinking he'd be able to handle just having one woman in his life, that wasn't even proving anything of worth to him. If anything she had ruined his reputation with cata at least mildly, though he knew she had always been like that. It made him snort mildly but he stood among the others with a flick of his tail. He would do whatever the hell he wanted as long as he was ready to deal with the consequences he respectfully dipped his head to the higher ups and took his seat.

They could break him down, break his bones, make him bleed he didn't care. Fighting was in his blood, and it would be the way he would die he knew that for a fact. His white tail coming to curl around his hind legs. Only time would tell what would happen to him. Rentaro was willing to face it head on, as he usually did. He was completely devoid of emotion, it was just how he lived.

The gray and white wolfess made her appearance on the late side - the meeting didn't seem have to begun just yet, but Senka was one of the last arrivals. As long as she was not late, however, Senka just didn't care enough to get worked up about it. She didn't want to give a bad impression by being late, but there was no point in showing up early and just waiting around. With that in mind, Senka showed up as late as she could, paws carrying her casually into the meeting. Her gaze flicked around, taking in all that had already arrived. Many strange faces, but her mother, brother, and younger sister had all appeared. A bare moment of hesitation was almost imperceptible to an outsider, but in that moment, Senka rapidly worked through where it would be best to settle, before her gaze locked on her mother's form. She stretched leisurely as she padded forth, looking unconcerned about the fact that she was all but late to this training, and seated herself a small distance from the woman who had birthed her. Her gaze fixed itself on the brown creature that had summoned them, and Senka almost immediately found the other lacking. Still, her face remained emotionless, and Senka's body language was overall relaxed and confident. Fighting would be easy enough - she had her training with Ignis to draw upon, and any pain that they inflicted upon her would be nothing more than a passing thing. She understood that and that gave her strength. Nothing was permanent and knowing that meant Senka could handle whatever pain and injuries were inflicted upon her. They would be nothing but bad memories in time, and even that would fade. Speech,

The boy had been wrapped up in his thoughts since his sudden abandonment at the borders, both brooding and plotting. His pain had slowly progressed into new opportunity, after all he was no longer confined to the limits of his former sister?s ideal, no longer held back by the guilt at knowing his ultimate goal went against all she stood for. Hell even his ultimate goal had changed, he still wanted to achieve it naturally but he no longer stopped there. Oh no, one day he?s make his sister regret those words.
An unfamiliar call dragged Novocaine from his thoughts and the boy grunted grumpily. Rising reluctantly to his paws he left his den, following the summons. He arrived, a large group of wolves already gathered. Silently the boy settled himself in, waiting, plotting.

He arrived, fashionably late, but he arrived nonetheless. He took his place beside Maija and smiled. He looked over the pack he had joined. He would like to say of his own volition, but technically he could make no such claim. Although he was beyond willing to be in the pack he was claimed. Not that he didn't intend to join, or comply, or excel, the alpha had simply beat him to the punch. His eyes fell on the summoner, his stomach twisting slightly as he looked her over. Something about her seemed....Familiar. Unpleasantly so. Who was she. His eyes narrowed as he tried to place why exactly she looked so familiar but he simply had no idea. His eyes drifted over hers and it struck him head on. Those blue eyes, those deep blue eyes. He knew them from the tranquil pools that he had grown to hate. Rage built inside him the longer he looked into them, a name whispering in his ear, making his hair stand on end. Cairo. He clenched his jaw tightly to fight back the growing snarl in his throat. She was Adravendi. She was his adversary. Walk this way Talk this way

It wouldn't take long for a small gathering to form, though she really wasn't expecting much more, so she really wasn't that dissatisfied. First would be Maija, a pregnant woman whom she did not really know, though she wondered if the pack was really ready to support whelps. She would not think much of it, watching as the others filled in. Once she thought everyone was here, she would be delayed by another. She would not show her impatience and irritation towards the man, or at least not yet. Her gaze would survey them all, deciding quickly who would be paired with who. She would leave Maija out, seeing as she was in no condition to fight, and it was clear the queen was simply observing. " Fight training shall begin today, and i shall decide the pairs. Ranks are up for claim if you no longer wish to be commoner, but Cataleya has the final say in the matter." Those who decided not to show would immediately go down to slave and will be dealt with harshly. Meinx would shift for a moment, before continuing. " Senka, you shall be paired with aislin. Valentine you shall be with Novocaine. Rentaro, you will be with Basanti, Neo, you shall be paired with me." she would look upon Basanti briefly, hoping she would not disappoint. [b] " Arcanum needs strong warriors, today you are all to be tested, those who are below standards will require extra training."[b/] she would say no more, wishing for them to begin

OOC: Please try to finish spars asap- only 2 rounds required. Separate threads required

A majority of the pack would arrive, much to her pleasure. But those who failed, they were immediately demoted. They were late. Perhaps she would consider allowing them to fight for their rank back, but this was inexcusable. Meinx would speak, pairing up wolves as partners to spar. She would approve of the pairs, seeing that everyone was matched accordingly. But now she would have a chance to see their skills. Slowly they would trickle apart to begin their spars. Some started immediately, and others dragged their feet. A growl would reverberate in her throat, hoping it would be enough to spur them into action. Her coral gaze would bounce back and forth, finding Maija, who remained unpaired due to her condition. She would rise, approaching the woman. "Would you like to help judge them?" A brow would lift in question as she moved away slowly, traveling around, watching the spars closely, looking for those who were the strongest and who was the weakest. She was no fool, she knew this pack was only as strong as the weakest link. And she would not be felled by an incompetent fool. Muscles would ripple beneath her pelt, sharp eyes watching each movement that was made by a pair before moving onto the next.

The others were paired, and of course he, for both age and rank, was left on the sidelines. Forsaken wouldn?t sigh, though his ear gave a flick of disappointment. He... Had liked the feel of getting knocked over by Catalya. Perhaps... He would ?play? with a more commonly ranked wolf. If he paid attention he could figure out just what ones were safe to encourage a spat with. Though he had to be careful. If he overstepped his boundaries no doubt the silver Queen would be quite irritated with him. Yes... And that would not at all be good. So the slave would wait, watching the older wolves as they began their spars. Ears would perk forward, gaze taking note of the defenses they tried to put up. It was rather intriguing, and exciting, to hear the snarls and growls as the spars went on. The young boy found himself shivering some with excitement. What an amazing feeling this was! He could hardly wait to see how he would fair when it came time to challenge for a rank above slave. But... He?d be lucky if had the strength to accomplish that, wouldn?t he? He hadn?t really gotten anything to eat since coming here. Enough to survive, though there was a gnawing in his gut. It didn?t matter. He would survive. Golden gaze would trail back to the Queen, seeing her next to the pregnant lady of gold. He wasn?t sure how he felt about the fact even younger pups would soon be in the pack. He didn?t exactly care for their whining. Not that he had any choice in the matter. Walk "Talk" Think