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It had all ben settled. She would move to the heart of the plains, finding a clearing that could fit two packs. Her coral gaze swept the landscape, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. It was time for the games to begin. Her crown would tip back, a song slipping from her lips as she summoned both packs to her presence. Her voice would echo across the lands, demanding attention. Bringing her demand to an end, haunches would fold beneath her as she settled in to wait. Her entire pack was to show, or face consequences, and she was confident that her son could manage his pack. Though that confidence hung in the balance after she received a visit from Dione. Later she would speak to her son on the matter. For now, today was about forming a bond between their two packs and solidifying their standings. "Speech"

He would cast he gaze to the children as Cataleya set off to find her perfect clearing for this little tournament. He would remain seated outside their den, allowing her to go off and do her own thing for a while. That is until she howled. Immediatly he would rouse himself, turning his gaze to his children and barking, a simple command. Come. With that he would set off, long limbs moving lazily so the children could keep up as he approched Cataleya. A clearing... Would it be big enough? Arcanum was swiftly growing but how many would attend? Was Imperium even that large? He didn't speak these questions as he came to his wife's right, forever the silent sentinel behind her should she need him even his is mental break had left him all but mute. He would fight if Cataleya wished him to. If not then he would make sure the children played nice. Or maybe just crush the insolent little brats Valentine called children if they ever spoke out of turn towards his children again. Only time would tell...

He was relaxing, enjoying the simplicity of hanging out outside the den when his mother would depart without a word. For a time he would watch her leave, staring after her even long past when her form had disappeared from view but still he would remain silent. He did not turn to his sister to ask her opinion nor his father instead he would simply watch, ever attentive and ever calculating. He had grown much in the spring, the once pudgy puppy slowly beginning to come into his own. His once long and gangly limbs were stronger now, more thanks to practice then thanks to training of any sort, and he was able to keep up better rather then tottering around like a newborn fawn. But still he prefered laying, keeping his body closer to the ground so he was more at his sister's eye height. But as his dad barked at his sister and him, a command to follow, the giant of a child would slowly unfurl his long limbs and pick himself up. Already his head was at his father's shoulder but much like his father he prefered to carry his head down, eyes sweeping his surroundings as bi colored eyes locked Viola in his gaze. "Think mom will have us fight the other kids?" Aster would ask, for once emotion sweeping across his features as glee split his lips in a wolffish grin. He wanted to fight, just not with his sister or mother. He wanted to protect them not hurt them. They would arrive to find their mother alone and slowly he would slip up beside her before dropping to the ground, laying his with hips balanced beneath him so it would be easy to spring up if needed but it kept him lower then his parents.

She would follow Cataleya to the tournament that she briefly announced, not enthusiastic in the least. Though, there was no doubt that things may turn out fun. She would walk in silence, feeling no need to make small conversation to any of the Arcanum members. Was Imperium as big of a threat like Arcanum? They had a growing reputation to with hold, and she was sure Cataleya's son would do well to aid it. She would look around the area in utter boredom, as if expecting something grand to happen. Was their going to be a feast so they could atleast eat? Meinx would stay behind cat and kylar, waiting for the Imperium king and his members to show. How big was this pack, was there any news they needed to discuss before the tournament begun?

Mercy tried to stick close with the rest of the pack when the call was made, but her paws were itching to race ahead of them. Elongated tail swung behind her in excitement, her muscles coiling as she prepared for this. She wanted to fight everyone, that's how excited she was! Finally she couldn't hold back anymore and sprung a few paces ahead, eying the ones who gathered there already. There was obviously no members from her pack, they were all behind her like a bunch of slow pokes. There were pups there, which made her brow raise. There was no way in hell that she was going to fight a pup, no way! Did Valentine bring his pups? She couldn't remember suddenly, her mind reeling in excitement. She wanted to fight someone big and strong, like the alpha herself! But she didn't think that that would be allowed. Nodding her head to the woman with eye spots, assuming that was Valentine's mother, she made her way to the opposite side that they sat and practically wiggled in place. She just wanted to get to the good stuff already, and hoped that they wouldn't talk politics for long.

The boy's long legs would carry him easily enough behind his eager sister. She couldn't wait for the rest of the pack, but she just had to go running ahead. Not that he couldn't say he didn't expect just that. With out much convincing the pale wolf followed after her, his own feet picking up a quickness as he didn't wish to fall too far behind her. He followed as a healer, he'd still not received any real fight training aside from some basic defensive moves his sister had shown him. Hopefully Valentine didn't expect him to get into battle today. He was quite content helping Ellis clean up afterwards. He knew not the wolves already gathered, obviously members of Arcanum, keeping his head down the tall Destruction would sit behind his sister, a silent statue of encouragement. Mercy could do anything in his mind, and he would help her win the whole tournament today.

With pack in tow, Valen made his way towards the plains. He was excited about today. It was a chance to strengthen and mold an alliance that Alacritia had never seen before. How many packs could boast such a bond with their allies? How many drilled together like they were about to do today? He'd even squeezed in a couple extra lessons with the kids so they could follow along with the fights. This would be as good a learning experience as any. Reaching the small gathering, Valentine made a beeline for his mother. He had two goals today: spar Kylar and spar Cataleya. Winning the tournament of course was another goal, and he was very confident in the abilities of his fighters, but mostly he just wanted the opportunity to put a pair of admirable people into the dirt and not get in trouble for it because hey, it was a spar. "Mother, Kylar," he dipped his head in a greeting to the alpha pair before allowing his eyes to drift to the massive boy (Aster). "And who is this?" He looked like a mini (HA!) version of Kylar, so there was no doubt as to who his parents were. Still listening for a reply, Valentine continued to drift towards Cataleya's left, seeking to settle there and impatiently await the arrival of the others. ""

Angelus followed on the heels of his father, his gaze darting every which way in an effort to take in everything. It was a long walk from his home to grandma's home, but the journey had been fascinating. His dad had pointed things out along the way, landmarks that could guide him to and from Arcanum and Imperium if he chose to visit, and the boy had soaked it up like a sponge. Reaching the tournament thing, the boy's pace slowed as he took in the mountain of a brute who was next to his grandma. Wow, he was big! Maybe not taller than his dad, but wider. He was like a tree trunk! Was that his grandpa? He looked kind of like Viola. As he continued to follow his dad, Angel's eyes briefly flashed to Aster. Oh, another boy! And he had eye spots too! An uncle, maybe? Oh, Angelus hoped he liked play fights and tag too. And that he was a bit nicer than Viola. His dad had told him to kill her with kindness if she was a butthead again, but he was only capable of so much. "Talk" "You" Think

The Queen's howl was almost too familiar, instantly commanding her to follow the call. The subservient warrior would waste no time with her arrival. With swift and light strides, her presence smoothly emerged into the vast clearing. Ah, the Queen had announced the long awaited tournament between Arcanum and Imperium. Whilst her arrival, her head would turn to meet the eyes of Cataleya and Kylar, vigilantly awaiting the appearance of the packs. As a greeting, she would dip her head dutifully before slithering through the crowd to seat herself closer to the wolves of Arcanum. Souls of the two packs had begun to arrive in a slow and trickling manner. Too leisurely of a pace for her liking, however she was sure the two rulers would speed up the tournament once it commenced. A sharp azure vision scanned the unfamiliar bodies of Imperium wolves. There was the king, yes, the only identity she could name with the face. Amongst the crowd, her gaze would spot the eager figures of children, the thought bringing a small pleased grin to her features. What a better sight than to see impatient children yearning for their battle? "Speech"

Her mother had expressed her want to have a tournament between their pack and her brother's. From the way Cataleya had explained it sounded like a good idea. All of their wolves would be able to test their strengths against each other and see who was stronger. It was only once she realized that she would be running into her brother's adorable rugrats again that she began to dread the tournament. Her mother hadn't told her and her brother if she wanted them to fight and she really hoped not. She didn't want anything to do with her eldest brother's annoying brats. She knew for a fact that if they were paired up to spar, she would be fighting for blood and she didn't think her dear big brother would like that very much. She would sit impatiently at her brother's side, the silver Queen having set out ahead of them, calling to Arcanum and her older brother's pack alike. They would set out at her father's command, Aster unfurling himself as they began to trek towards the meeting grounds for the tournament. They would travel silently, arriving at the meeting place within a few minutes. Viola's fiery gaze would scan the surroundings, thankfully not spotting her elder brother or any of his children yet. Aster's question would have her turning towards him, her gaze meeting his bi-colored one. If mom is smart, she'll let you fight them and keep me away... There was underlying threat in her voice as they approached Cat. The little princess would stride up to her mother, taking her rightful side spot between her forelegs. A quick look would be thrown up to the moon-washed ruler before the growing girl would turn her heated gaze turn out to surrounding area, awaiting the arrival of more wolves. Speech

She wasn't part of this stupid bloodline... Why did she have to be here? Obviously when the queen calls you come, but as she noticed some of the other wolves around her, she knew this was some kind of social gathering. They smelled of a different pack, but yet they looked like each other. If only she looked more like her parents... If others in her pack hadn't seen her before, she would be sticking out like a sore thumb. She wasn't part of their last meeting, but members usually noticed the new kid even if they weren't announced. As she always did, she would stay in the back of the crowd. She made her distance from them and hoped that no one noticed her. She was normally back behind her parents where no one could see her but she didn't have that royal luxury. She felt like everyone was staring right into her skin... their eyes obviously throwing bullets at her. She moved her left eye to the ground and away, her non-functional eye staying straight ahead and looking hideous as always. At least to her... She knew everyone was looking at her, even when no one was. She felt like when someone saw her once, they couldn't get their mind off her and her eye. She knew she wouldn't to someone else. Walk "Talk" Think "Charon" "Voices"

Aerndís was resting in her den in the moor when the call rang out. Slowly she opened her eyes, taking a deep breath as she stretched. She was in no particular hurry. Especially, as she knew her sister Dægmar would be coming to the gathering. There was no mistaking the scent of Imperium in her sisters fur and their confrontation had left her mind whirling. Aern laid still for awhile, letting her mind run for awhile before she tucked her deeper emotions away and slipped out into the sun.

Making her way to the plans she came upon the, thus far, small gathering. She was pleased to see Chione as well as the handsome male she'd attempted to court when Arcanum had challenged Secretua. Aern offered the younger male a wink as she moved to take her seat.

"Speech"

 

"FREEEEDOM!"  Dægmar trotted out of her den, tail waving in the air like a banner.  The pups were asleep in the den, under the eye of the wolves that stayed behind.  Honestly, Dægmar could care less what happened to them.  She needed this time to herself.  As she trotted off after the rest of the Imperium crew the swagger in her step slowed a little, eyes narrowing slightly.  Aerndís would be there….  she growled lightly at the thought of seeing her sister again.  They'd had a rather violent heart to heart but had come to a slight understanding.  How long would it last?  Well… Dægmar didn't have that much hope. She trotted onto the plain and eyed the gathering of wolves there before shooting a scathing glance at her sister and taking her place. She turned to bark at the pups of her ailing protege. She'd been training them personally as a favor and also for her own personal reasons. In a way they were like a test group for her own children. If she were going to screw up she'd rather it be with the former King's spawn than her own. "Speech"

"Go and Wander." Said my heart.
...and so I would wander.

Though Ellis knew that this would happen, she was in no hurry to get to a tournament she had no doubt she'd be forced to participate in. The healer was, by nature, a pacifist. It was any wonder that she had lived as long as she had with her lifestyle, especially in Imperium. But while she did not focus on fighting and bloodthirsty work, the healer was always seeking to improve her healing skills. Collecting herbs, reviewing her knowledge, and giving a couple lessons here and there to Revenge when she could catch him. She still yearned to patch things up with Mercy, but she was scared of approaching the girl. But did that mean Ellis didn't care for her? No, of course not. Especially after seeing Othello, oh her dear friend, she had an even stronger resolve to watch over those two. They were their own wolves... but Ellis knew their mother cared deeply for Mercy and Revenge.

...But that brought up a question. As of late she had been scarce from her duties. She had been away, within the Range, with 'Tello. Hiding away from Imp, stealing moments with her best friend. But her absence might have been noticed, with Revenge not having had many lessons as of late. The female would slink in to where the tourney was held, a knot in her stomach. Imperium had claimed Othello's home... and that scared her. She would fiddle towards the back, a bundle of herbs wrapped up in leaves set by her paws. She didn't want to fight. She just wanted to tend to those who were injured. Nothing more, nothing less. She didn't even greet anyone... nor did Valen notice she was here yet. That was good... she hoped. Maybe he had ignored her presence being absence. Maybe no one even noticed. Ellis wasn't sure if that was good or bad, however. She closed her eyes, giving a soft sigh. Was it even known by others if she existed?

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

"Settle down." Said my heart.
...and so here it was I would settle down.

Table by:: Tea

Integra followed along behind the yelling woman, making faces almost the entire way.  She was mean, and loud and bossy and Integra didn't like her very much, but all the same the girl paid attention and worked at her studies.  Honestly, though, she was far more interested in learning to heal than to fight though the woman did have a point.  She was the oldest, she needed to be able to look after her siblings and that meant fighting to defend them so she would begrudgingly submit herself to the woman's commands.  However…. healing, that was where she could do the most good.  Maybe…. maybe she could save her father and her sister.  Integra made one last gruesome face at her teacher before moving to sit next to the woman.  "Will we do anything with healing here?"

Atreides bounded along behind their alpha and his family, determination showing in the set of his young jaw and the fire in his green eyes. They were going to be able to fight, right? That's the only reason he could think of that they would bring all the pups to the tournament. His dad had seen to getting them training despite the terrifying frailty of his own body, and Trei was more than ready to show everyone what an Armada was capable of - to show his dad how hard he was working to be just like him. To impress his dad.

And to show up his sisters and the Imperialis pups a bit too, maybe.

He pointedly ignored the mean gray lady who kept trying to boss them around. He didn't care that she had been one of his dad's teachers. Dad was way better than she was, and she wasn't an Armada. She couldn't boss them. She wasn't his mom!

A lithe white female bounded ahead of them, and the flash of white made his breath catch involuntarily, and his lip quivered for a moment. But the young girl wasn't his mother. Wasn't Bellona. Mother was dead. Bellona was dead. But he wasn't, Integra wasn't, Sirius wasn't. He stiffened his shoulders, pressed his muzzle shut, and stared straight ahead. They were Armadas. They were strong. They'd show everyone what an Armada could do...

Valentine stopped before a smaller silvery colored old lady and Atreides stopped as well, head cocked to the side curiously, white ears swiveling like radar dishes to capture everything. So many new wolves to see, so many voices...

Following on the heels of her siblings, Sirius eyed the unfamiliar wolves all around, trying to decide which of the many adults she'd get to fight. She was two whole seasons old; that made her an adult, right? She was almost adult-sized, her limbs all stretched out and gangly, and she was nearly as tall as the tallest grown up there. Sure, the vast majority of her was height and very little of it was meaty meatness, but height was what mattered, right? It made her look like an adult, right? She was counting on it. Siri wanted to make her daddy proud. Win or lose, she was certain that fighting an adult would do the trick and maybe, just maybe, make him happy. "Talk" "You" Think

Circling around the outside of the gathering, Skadi ran a calculating gaze over those gathered. Wanting to see who all from Arcanum showed, she'd purposefully taken her sweet time in arriving. Arriving late allowed her to subtly look the gathering over for no shows. Settling near the outskirts, the huntress ran another lazy gaze over the group, this time in search of Atka. Had her shadow arrived before her for once, or was she trailing behind? This time she hadn't sought her out and commanded her to come, instead trusting her to make her own way towards the Queen. Skadi was eager to pit her apprentice against another opponent, eager to show off her skills. "Speaking" -- Thinking

The call would rise and a thrill of excitement pounded through his body. He could feel it thrumming in the air as the pack stirred into an action not usually found within the group of wolves. Novocaine jumped to his paws, a grin gracing his scarred features. A slight skip in his step the boy set out for the lands the silver queen had chosen. There was already a large gathering of wolves and he briefly cast about one eyed gaze, searching for any faces that were familiar. He briefly inclined his head towards Valentine… the boy that had witnessed his weakest moment. Back before his sister had decided he was her personal punching bag. The only other faces he knew were members of his own pack, none of them having any real meaning for him. He silently added himself to the congregation, turning expectant orb upon his queen.   "Speech"

Atka

Atka was in her usual place, ghosting along at a polite distance from Skadi's heels. She'd begun to mimic the warrior's movements, not in a mocking manner but as a way of physical observation. Doing, to understand, rather than simply seeing. But the motions still had that loose, flowing quality, an ethereal feeling like the ghost of a warrior rather than a living, breathing fighter. Water compared to the roots of a tree.

Her purple eyes also swept the crowd as Skadi's did. Observing, weighing, analyzing she committed all the faces to her memory. She knew and recognized the Arcanum wolves, but these faces belonged to Imperium and she carefully labeled each with that in her mind. She recognized no one in the group, having not been around when Valentine was a part of the pack and not having interacted with anyone since then - wait no. Her stride continued automatically, nearly sending her crashing into Skadi's backside, as her eyes rested upon a familiar white form. Mercy? Was this where her elder sister had come to when she'd run away? The younger girl watched the eager yearling prance excitedly ahead of the group approaching them, and she remained expressionless. Catching herself before she ran into Skadi she instead swerved to come up beside her and seat herself beside her captor-mentor. Her gaze remained fixed on Mercy's form, and she silently added "Imperium" to what Mercy was. Mercy Destruction - daughter of Scorpion and Othello. Sister to Revenge and Atka. Imperium. A faint movement drew her attention to the more reserved form of Revenge, and the label clicked into place. Revenge Destruction - son of Scorpion and Otehllo. Brother to Mercy and Atka. Imperium. It had an odd flavor to it, that her siblings had added this new label to themselves, and Atka unconsciously bristled at the change though her expression remained neutral.