She was late it seemed. The call boomed in the distance, though she had been away from her packlands at the time, unable to get to the scene immediately. Cat had been hiding, her fate unknown. Leaving Basanti to take the reigns. The beta had full faith in the girl, knowing she would be just as successful as her mother. This was war, Meinx immediately realized. Her muscled legs would slap the earth beneath her, racing towards her homeland to see Aerndis and to others caught in a fight. She had full faith of Aern, rooting for her to win, wishing for her to win. But the odds were slightly against her. What would happen. Meinx would stay back behind Basanti, waiting for the other side to attack, or for Basanti's command. Would Savireé win? There numbers were so low. But Meinx had faith.

The youth was following his sister around most of the time now, he had grown into a massive beast, dwarfing even his father as time dragged on. He was beginning to pack on muscle but he still had the long limbs of a youth and was more sinew then actual toned muscle. He had drifted away from her for a time to practice hunting but when the howl came his skull would lift and he would turn his head slowly. What did that mean? Bi colored eyes would blink slowly before he would turn, springing quickly into action as long limbs stretched out and he bolted for the sound. He would run, attempting to catch his sister before she would get there but he would arrive just in time to trot behind her. The child’s eyes were wide as he regarded the gathered wolves before his sister and then the fight that was already raging on. What was happening?

War... Funny how the simply howl could freeze his heart in his chest even from such a distance. Head would snap up and his eyes would widen as he panicked slightly. He had heard the call of war before, had not participated before but he was terrified none the less. He had lost a child to war once, no matter what had happened with his wife and him he would not leave them defenseless while under attack. The beast would move quickly, whole body stretching out as he sprinted as quickly as possible through around the lake he had been linger around before cutting through the plains and following the scents of fellow pack members. He would approach silently behind Aslinn. He would keep close to her for a time, eyeing Basanti as she spoke to the approaching wolves. Basanti was the queen now? Where was her mother? Was she okay? Kylar would move forward a few steps, putting himself nearer his children and eyeing the gathering before them. Already a fight had broken out… What was all this about?

Who am I, I ask? As I shatter and... f  a  l  l Sigmarr followed suit, strengthening his defenses as the lavender-eyed monstrosity  set hers.  Nervous excitement was causing butterflies to climb up his throat but he quickly swallowed them.  He could not allow himself to be distracted.  He had to protect his family at all costs.  Ice blue eyes narrowed as ears pinned tightly back to the top of his head.  His muzzle crinkled as his maw parted, a furious snarl peeling from his body.  Chin moved to tuck as his head and tail shifted to align with his spine.  Powerful shoulders rolled forward, hackles rising down his back as he spread his legs equidistant apart, evenly distributing his weight.  The limbs bent slightly to lower his center of gravity.  Abdomen tensed for the coming assault as his toes splayed, nails biting into the earth. As Aerndís launched forth to attack so did Sigmarr.  He too, hoped to move straight forward and close the distance between them to begin his own attack.  Sigmarr attempted to move several inches to his own right as he attempted to throw the front of his left shoulder forward into the center of Aern's ventral neck, just above the sternum and into the softer flesh of her trachea.  He sought to crush the windpipe or at least bruise it and make it difficult for her to breath.  His shift to the right caused Aern's shoulder throw to miss and her upper left-sided chest to collide with his center left-sided chest leaving moderate bruising and causing his breathing to hitch. His shift to the right also threw off her jaw attack, rather than piercing his left eye her upper fangs tore a track from the far corner of his left eye to the base of his left ear, the lower fangs digging into his upper left-sided neck for two inches from the corner of his left jaw leaving him with moderate lacerations but thankfully not held in her grip.  Sigmarr's shift to his right also caused his left forepaw to be moved out of the way of her left paw's attack, which missed. As the pair met in battle Sigmarr's own attacks continued.  In addition to the earlier shoulder throw the male attempted to twist his neck to his left, his head tilting toward the right as he attempted to seize Aern's throat.  He aimed to land his lower fangs to the right of her upper trachea, just below the corner of her right-sided jaw while his upper fangs sought to rest on the left side of her trachea below her left-sided jaw.  Sigmarr hoped to gain hold and strangle the life out his enemy.  Weight spread evenly to his hind legs and right front leg as he attempted to lift his left forelimb, seeking to bring his left forepaw down on her left forepaw to sprain and maybe fracture some of her toes, though he knew it would be a shot in the dark.  With his head twisted he couldn't quite see what he was doing. Sigmarr and Sindri vs Aerndís for DEATH  1/3

Everything seemed to stand still for a time after the young girl stepped out before them to halt their rush. She had questions but Kassander hesitated, taken slightly aback by the calm, curious gaze. Not at all what he'd expected in a pack of killers. He stood hesitant and silent as another appeared, this one more aggressive as he'd expected them to be. And then her.

Aerndis.

It had to be, and his brother's words confirmed it. Kassander bristled, but Sigmarr and Sindri moved to neutralize her, and he did not - it was their fight, their demon to exorcise, and he had other things to worry about. At Aern's words yowled to the pack he twisted to face Arcanum's so-called warriors. Nothing happened at first in response to her call, and his ears dropped back in agony at the snarls of the fight between his siblings and their would-be killer. He needed to help them, he couldn't just...

Warriors were trickling in now though, and he straightened sharply, eyeing them as they continued to wait. Wait for what? Ah - for the young wolf of his age who marched up to him. That was odd... he'd been under the impression that the bitch who led Arcanum was an old woman. She told them they were... trespassing? Of course they were... hadn't she heard him call? He was trespassing on purpose! He did hesitate when she said something about her mother, but he shook the hesitation away. Clearly nothing had really changed here if it was a place Aerndis was welcomed and given rank. The same family of wolves still had control, the same wolves followed, and they'd continue to cause the same destruction and pain and chaos unless they were stopped. Head up, he sought to take a step toward her, hackles bristling and head and tail forced into a threateningly dominant position. "Regardless of what this pack calls itself it is the same pack and the same wolves. The same crimes, the same punishment. I am Kassander Xanilov of the Kingdom of Ebony, and for the crimes of this pack against the wolves of Alacratia..." he took a quick, steadying breath. "I am declaring war. Surrender now and dissolve your pack or we will put all of you in the dirt and disband your pack anyway. There will be no discussion." He readied himself, his stance settling into the warrior's stance he'd been taught by Fender and Sigmarr, a clear invitation and threat.

Without even stopping to consider the consequences, Sindri rushed forward to join her brother in the fight against their enemy. Her defenses fell into place in rapid succession; eyes narrowing, forehead furrowing and ears flattening in an effort to protect her face. Along her spine, Sindri's hackles rose, their bristling happening as her head lowered and her tail rose to bring her spine into alignment. Her knees bent slightly as her stance widened and her toes splayed, nails digging into the ground for added traction. Tension ran the length of her body. To complete her defenses Sindri rolled her shoulders forward and tucked her chin. Sindri attempted to approach Aerndis from her (Aern's) left in the hopes of lining up the center of her chest with the center of the exterior of Aerndis' left thigh. She aimed to close the distance between herself and her target rapidly, hoping to build up enough momentum to pack a punch. Sindri's left forepaw rose as she geared up for her first round of attacks. She sought to slam it down on her opponent's left hind paw in the hopes of not only pinning it, but severely damaging the tendons and ligaments that held it together. Her weight redistributed immediately during this move to fix her altered balance. As her forepaw rose, Sindri jutted her left shoulder forward. Intent on using the bony front of it as a lance, she sought to drive it into the outside of her opponent's left kneecap in the hopes of dislocating it and rendering the limb useless. Her aim was for these first two moves (toe stomp, shoulder throw) to happen in one fluid motion; her final step forward before contact was made. If successful they would land within a split second of each other. Her head rolled to her right and then tipped down, jaws flinging wide as she attempted to sink her fangs into Aerndis' left Achilles heel at the midpoint between her hock and rump. Sindri sought to place her upper teeth on the back of Aern's leg and her lower teeth on the exterior with the intention of trapping the aforementioned tendon and severing it. She wanted to cripple and oh, yes. She wanted her brother's tormentor to be blinded by pain. Together they would rid Alacritia of this monster. SINDRI and SIGMARR versus AERNDIS for DEATH Round ONE of THREE ""

The cries of battle were interrupted only by the voice of the fool who led this escapade. He would speak, seemingly uncertain at first, as though he took needed convincing. A bubble of laughter would spill from his jaws. He was declaring war. Well obviously.... Why else would he be here? She would shake her head in a mixture of pity and amusement. Did he honestly think that destroying a pack would halt her mother? "Are you really so stupid? You warriors don't even pretend to have the will to fight." Her gaze would flicker to the solemn looking wolves behind him. They were not warriors, not in the least. But her's, she was backed by warriors that welcomed a fight, bloodshed and death. "And do you honestly believe that by disbanding this pack, you will stop my mother? My father? Or any of us?" A brow would lift, a sneer curling her lips. None of them needed the backing of a pack to tear this world apart. He fell into a defensive stance, his threat clear, even as he made her an offer. But it did nothing to deter her. For a brief moment, she felt bad. Could she really leave all those her mother had trained homeless? They were far from incapable of surviving on their own, but they had been given a purpose here. "I'll dissolve this pack, and release all my warriors. And you can watch my mother come for not only your head, but your families." She would purr. Did he understand just what he was doing? The mistake he was making? "Or, we settle this one on one. I win, you leave and I promise to leave your family alone. You win, and Ill dissolve the pack. Then none of your warriors have to risk their lives." She doubted he would take her offer, but why not try to make things more interesting. Her tail twitched in anticipation. Would he risk the lives of his family and pack? Or would he take a chance?   "Burn Baby Burn"

He watched with a calm demeanor as the defending pack slowly trickled in, most standing about as though uncertain of what to do instead of leaping forth in a valiant defense of their home and pack. This, then, was what you got when you brought together a band of cutthroats and bandits - a barely cohesive group who would much rather hold back and see if the leader would make it worth their while before they moved to defend. Only a single warrior strode forth to meet them, and Bjorn tensed, ready to propel himself into a battle, but one of the young Xanilovs exchanged tense words with her... ah, this was the proclaimed enemy of the Xanilovs. That battle was a personal one, and not one Bjorn need worry himself about. The battered young warrior male would undoubtedly not thank him for sticking his nose into that. Instead he turned pale lavender eyes to surveying the assembled horde of the.... so-called mighty Arcanum. Or apparently not, as a young wolf slunk forth from the group to exchange words with Kassander Xanilov and declaring the pack to be called... Savri-something or other. Likely story. Can't run a con on a con man sweetie, he growled to himself. He'd be greatly surprised to find that this had been a thing for more than a few minutes before she spoke to Kassander - the faint expression of disconcerted surprise on the purple-eyed white yearling said that at least one member of this "pack" hadn't been informed. Snorting softly under his breath the ghostly giant sought to circle the group, his eyes fixing on a blue-eyed brown bitch. She seemed the most likely to give him a good challenge, what with the competent way she held herself compared to the rest of these bandits... The question was if young Kassander would fall the queen bitch's little con... Ah, it seemed he was surprisingly steadfast in his resolve despite his initial confusion. Bjorn showed his fangs briefly in irritation at her taunt, claiming the wolves at Xanilov's back to be less than eager to fight. What did she know? Her wolves hadn't even attacked them when they passed the border, save for the Aerndis bitch. Not even this so-called queen had tried to attack. She'd just talked. And to threaten the Xanilovs? He refrained from laughing out loud. The Xanilovs had survived a greater threat than this paltry horde of lowlifes and had not only survived but rebuilt a pack here. Did she really think they would go to war if they were not prepared to face the risks? A wolf born of the Ebony Empire was no pushover, and despite this Xanilov boy's shy exterior Bjorn had seen a fire in him to nearly match Birna's. Didn't trust her wolves to put on a good show, did she? Was fighting the Xanilov king one on one the only way she had of winning this? And what was that, then? The lanky form of a wide-eyed male pup caught Bjorn's gaze as he attempted to move toward the brown-coated female. A would-be messenger, ready to sneak from the field of battle as soon as his young leader gave the order? Bjorn didn't know enough about this pack to know if they had allies, but he would not take the risk. Besides, the boy's coloration matched the lead bitch's closely enough that they were undoubtedly related, and it would serve Bjorn's purposes well enough to destroy any possibility of this fool idea of an honorable duel between the two leaders. He'd come for a fight, not to sit and watch one. The theorized messenger was no more than a child despite his height - the young king of Ebony would doubtless not have the stomach to put an end to the child's escapades, let alone the ruthlessness to prevent any future ones, and so Bjorn would spare the naive Xanilov scion the need to make such a decision. Let him keep his innocence that much longer; he'd know the horrors of the war he'd created soon enough. Bjorn could be ruthless enough for them both. Shock these Arcanum wolves into taking action. **** His long stride ate up the ground as he bounded forward suddenly, attempting to close the distance between himself and Aster, aiming to come at him from directly behind the leggy boy. As he moved he settled his defenses in place. His weight shifted constantly, distributing evenly among his limbs so as each paw struck the ground it bore the brunt of his weight that the others may lift and move without disrupting his balance. His legs were slightly bent to lower his center of gravity, his joints loose for freedom of movement. His toes were spread as the touched down for increased traction, and the dull claws dug into the ground with each step for a better grip to propel himself. His shoulders were rolled forward in an effort to bunch up the skin and fat of his scruff to protect his vital spots there, his chin tucked to protect his throat. Though his head bobbed slightly with each bounding movement, it was held generally level with his spine, as was his tail as it streamed behind him to better balance him. His pale hackles were raised, and his ears pressed back, the tips mingling into his neck fur as he sought to minimize them as a target, and his eyes narrowed to protect them. The skin of his face crinkled in a snarl, forcing the loose skin there into ridges to provide additional protection for his delicate eyes. His back rounded as he brought his hindquarters under him, shifting the weight to his hind legs as he prepared himself to leap and then he attempted to vault forward, seeking to bring his weight crashing down atop the boy from behind, the bottom of his chest aimed for the top of Aster's hips and he tried to bring his greater weight down hard enough to bruise the area around the vertebrae there though he knew that an impact hard enough to bruise the boy would bruise his chest as well. As he did, Bjorn's forelimbs sought to hook around Aster's waist immediately in front of Aster's hindlegs - his left forelimb on Aster's left side, his right forelimb on Aster's right side - in an attempt to hold him in place. Simultaneously his head would seek to dart forward, his jaws parted as his teeth aimed to grasp on either side of Aster's spine halfway between skull and shoulders - his lower jaw aimed for the left side of Aster's neck and his upper canines aiming for the right side - in an attempt to clamp down hard enough sever the spinal cord. It was, ultimately, the boy's eyes he wished to take, but if he could paralyze him even temporarily it would, of course, make that a bit easier to accomplish. BJORN vs ASTER for MAIM (complete blinding) Round 1/?

It began. Skadi zeroed in on the boy king. Dibs. Kicking forward in a spray of grit, Skadi rushed forward in an attempt to close the distance between herself and Kassander rapidly. She aimed to come at him head on but off center; seeking to line the front of her left shoulder up with the center of Kass' chest. As she moved her defenses fell into place. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her muzzle wrinkled and her brow furrowed, effectively bunching and loosening the skin around her eyes in an effort to protect them from harm. Ears fell back to press firmly into her crown. Skadi's hackles rose to protect her spine. Behind her, her tail lifted to become level with her spine in the hopes of bettering her balance. Her stance widened and her knees bent slightly as her toes spread and nails dug into the earth. Taunt from top to toe, Skadi completed her defenses by rolling her shoulders forward and tucking her chin. Seeking to use the bony front of her left shoulder as a lance, Skadi jutted it further forward in the hopes of driving it into the exact center of her opponent's windpipe (equal from side to side, top to bottom). She sought to crush, hoping to irreversibly cave the rings of cartilage that ushered air to and from his lungs in the hopes that he would suffocate. What was a siege without casualties? Boring, that's what. Simultaneously her left forepaw rose and snaked inwards towards her right forepaw. She sought to slam it down on her opponent's left forepaw in the hopes of dealing irreparable damage to it. As she did so Skadi's weight redistributed to right her compromised balance. Her remaining three paws glued themselves to the ground, toes splayed and nails digging into the earth in the hopes of rooting her in place. To complete her attack, Skadi snaked her head to her left as she attempted to lean in for a bite. She intended to sink her upper teeth into her opponent's left eye while hooking her lower teeth into the skin just below his cheekbone and driving upwards; a move that would not only blind the eye but mutilate the face. SKADI versus KASSANDER for PARTIAL BLINDING/FACIAL SCARRING Round ONE of TWO "Speaking" -- Thinking

It was fairly quiet, past Sigmarr and Sindri tangling with this Aerndis. Few of Arcanum's wolves had appeared to defend their territory and even those who had seemed disinclined to step into a fight. These then, were the wolves who had turned on the Olympians? He was unimpressed, and glowered through burning orange eyes as they gathered. His eyes widened as Basanti stepped forward. They'd only met the once, but he wouldn't have thought she'd have condoned betraying his family. It felt... almost the more personal for it. For a long time it seemed, nothing happened as Kass mulled over her words - and then chaos. One of the Fiori wolves jumped for an Arcanum wolf, and one of the Arcanum wolves attacked Kass all at once. His first instinct - as the slow boiling anger bubbled over in him - was to leap onto the wolf attacking Kass and pull her off. But no, Kass could take care of himself. The best way to protect him would be to make sure others didn't join the first attacker to outnumber him. Turning his head he spotted Nemesis, staring at Mirajane, and felt a wave of relief. Good - Nemesis could help. "Please protect Mirajane," he rumbled pleadingly, before he bounded into the opposing group. The copper of his legs flashed as he moved heavily through them and stopped before one at random, a brownish-coated female. Even in the heat of anger, he could not bring himself to simply attack without warning so, crinkling his muzzle in as intimidating an expression as he could muster, he stared into her eyes. Was she... was she missing her nose? She was. He'd not known that was even... possible... Blinking in consternation he dragged his attention away from the lacking nose and back to her eyes. "I am going to attack you now," he said solemnly. "Please ready yourself." "HEPHAESTUS versus MEINX for DOMINANCE Round 0/?" This sexy table brought to you by Fox!

The Adravendi hadn't planned to participate in the siege or have involvement in it until her queen gave out the order. Though, it would seem she would have no choice but to fight now. A boy would make his way over to Meinx, and immediatly she would set her defenses, though she would not attack. His appearance was familiar. A slight resemblance to Virgil, A woman her father had children with. Though the boy infront of her was simply a stranger. A growl would part her jaws, looking towards her queen, " Your move, boy." Meinx had no intention of starting, it was these Ebony wolves who wished to fight, so she was sure they could bring the first move. Her gaze would roam over him quickly assessing what his strengths and weaknesses may be.

0/3?

He was ready. He needed this more then even he understood. How long had it been since he had fought, since he had vented his frustrations on another. He had trained relentlessly with his family since birth, he had sparred his sister a few times but there was nothing left to fight. With his fathers disappearance he had been left feeling distraught, feeling like he was worthless at protecting anything but now he had this. It was time to prove to himself that he hadn’t lost his edge, that he hadn’t forgotten how to fight. But unlike his opponent Aster was not excited for all of this, he did not taunt his opponents. Instead he would remain standing, defenses firmly in place, one hind limb slipping backwards to prepare himself from a frontal assault. His sister was to his left and his father would appear like a ghost, moving silently to flank Aster’s right side. There was a small comfort he would take from the mere presence of his family.

There was nothing to alert Aster to the males sudden movement, he gave no motion or nod other then to begin to creep forward and attempt to slowly make his way around all of the Arcanum wolves. Thankfully Aster was a good distance away from the invaders, he would watch the male attempt to arch around and slowly he would attempt to turn even as the male continued to try and flank them. Eventually he would attempt to turn completely to continue to watch this beast put himself dead in the center of the Arcanum wolves gathered. Aster would allow his defenses to remain intact, right hind leg sliding behind him to prepare himself for impact before allow his breath to ease out of his lungs so the impact wouldn’t be quite so bad. Then as Bjorn drew closer he would speed up, throwing all of his momentum forward as he (Bjorn) attempted to lunge forward and then ultimately rear up.

Everything began to flow together after that like a twisted dance.

Aster wanted this, he needed to prove to his family that he could do this and protect him home. That and some dark part of him cried out for the blood. His opponent would rear, forelimbs flying forward in an attempt to wrap around Aster’s more slender body. Bjorn was much shorter then himself even at Aster’s younger age and where as Bjorn had more matured muscle and was stockier Aster still had the superior weight. Aster would attempt to get low as soon as Bjorn attempted to launch himself forward and his forepaws left the ground, attempting to drop down to his elbows before attempting to rock his weight forward, his movements quick and jerky as he attempted to remain in constant motion. He would attempt to twist his skull, ears tipping to his left as fangs unsheathed, lips curling back in a menacing snarl. He would attempt to part his jaws before attempting to throw himself forward to meet his opponent’s momentum at a half way point. He would try and shoot the gap and slide his face between his opponent’s forelegs, due to Bjorn’s reared stance. He would attempt to allow Bjorn’s forepaws slid over his own shoulders, trying to unfurl his hind legs and push his forepaws up at the same time so he would angle upwards into his opponent.

He would attempt to tip his head back completely and thrust his jaws straight up at Bjorn to attempt to avoid his opponents attempted bite completely. The massive boy would attempt to wrap his jaws around his opponent’s throat, upper jaws attempting to land on the left side of Bjorn’s throat and lower jaws attempting to land on the right. He would aim for the top of his throat, right below Bjorn’s jawbone, mostly due to the fact it was narrower there but also to attempt to gain some semblance of control over the mans head. He hoped to be able to rip an artery or crush his opponent’s windpipe. At the same time he would attempt to continue to unfurl his haunches, looking to slide his own right forelimb forward, completely beneath Bjorn’s body and slip it around Bjorn’s left hind leg. He would look to lift the limb when it was closer to Bjorn’s and hook it just above his knee. He wished for nothing more then to initiate a wrestling match with his own center of gravity lower then his opponents, seeking to throw his weight into his attempted bite to maybe even topple the male over.

All the while his defenses would remain intact, chin tucked as much as possible with the way his head was tipped, though his head was no longer in line with his spine he would tense his neck muscles in preparation for any attack. He would attempt to scrunch his neck and roll his shoulders forward to bunch as much skin around his neck as possible and deter any damage to his neck. Lips would curl back into a snarl to attempt to gather flesh around his delicate orbs, all the while they would remain narrowed and ears would remain pinned. His tail had tucked at this point, curling between his legs to give his opponent less to grip onto. Legs would remain bent slightly to absorb any shock and stance widened to evenly distribute his weight and center his balance. He would spread his toes for a little extra balance and dig claws into the earth for a little extra traction. His hind legs would remain more bent with a staggered stance, weight leaning slightly more to his right to accommodate his tripod stance.

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ASTER VS BJORN
MAIM/ COMPLETE BLINDING & MASSIVE FACIAL SCARRING

Ooc;; would like to make note that I would like to use my +5 fight points here :) thanks! Also, just to note Aster is 45”, due to Bjorn’s attempt to mount Aster from behind it only makes sense that Bjorn would be in a fully extended reared stance.

Where are the people that accused me? The ones who beat me down and bruised me They hide just out of sight Can't face me in the light They'll return but I'll be stronger A vicious growl rippled from Birna as the lavender-eyed woman appeared.  Her protective nature flaring up at this threat to the family she'd finally found after all the pain and hardship she'd suffered.  However, as much as she wanted to get involved, as much as she wanted to aid Sigmarr and Sindri against the foul bitch, she knew it was not her place.  This was a battle they needed to fight. Win or lose, it was a cathartic process that would hopefully bring them the peace they so desperately needed. She turned again to the Arcanum wolves that rolled so lazily in to protect their territory, as if this gathering were merely a tea part rather than war.  At least the women that showed now were full adults, each looking to be a capable warrior.  Birna moved to pull alongside Kassander right sidde like a guard as her brother moved to align himself elsewhere on the battlefield.  She did not question her brothers battle strategy but as more wolves began to show she felt herself begin to tense.  This was getting dangerous. A young woman approached, a large femme and a desirable opponent.  She spoke of Saviree lands and Birna's eyes narrowed suspiciously.  Had the former alpha passed the pack off and fled? Defenses flared up.  Something didn't smell right in this mess, had they walked into a trap?  The king spoke and it seemed the siege would continue but she frowned as he allowed her the option of surrender.  That was no good.  She could always begin anew elsewhere!  Eyes turned back to the woman, ready to intervene should she attack however she made a possibly more ridiculous suggestion.  This was a siege not a pack challenge.  Clearly the green-eyed woman had no faith in her fellow warriors ability to defend themselves.   And then the woman spoke words that blinded Birna in fury.  "….And you can watch my mother come for not only your head, but your families" NO!  Birna did not suffer the fall of the Xanilov empire to lose everything now, she did not wander the realms for months on end to have her new found family threatened so.  It was true that they could not stamp out evil.  There would always be a new threat.  But that was no reason NOT to fight against it.  She wanted this woman with a furious bloodlust that made her gut ache.  She knew it was risky, the other appeared a solid warrior and this could back fire brutally on her but it was worth the risk. "If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared." Defenses fell rapidly into place.  Birna's legs spread equidistant apart, the limbs coiling to lower her center of gravity in preparation for springing forward.  Her weight spread evenly over her grounded limbs.  Birna's head lowered, tail raising so that both aligned with her spine.  Chin tucked as jaws parted.  Toes spread, claws biting into the dirt as she prepared to launch herself at the woman.  Eyes narrowed, ears pinned tightly back to her head.  Hackles raised as shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunching back. She would give no word of warning and she would not care if the other woman uttered words of indignance.  The two leaders battling it out cliche mattered about as much as shit to the warrioress.  She would fight who she wanted and her honor demanded she fight the best and this green-eyed woman, who pinned her packs entire fate on her own prowess, was the greatest threat present.  A fierce danger, a beast in the night who had promised retribution on Birna's new-found family.  A threat that could not be taken lightly.  This would be a grand battle, one that Birna might very well lose but she would give it her all for the honor and protection of her family… and of course, not to be outdone by her brother. Powerful limbs beat into the ground as Birna launched herself forward, attempting to close the distance between herself and Basanti.  The bear woman's intent is to hopefully approach Basanti nearly head on but a few inches to her own right so that the front of her left shoulder blade aligns  with the lower underside of Basanti's neck, a few inches above the sternum.  She seeks to drive the front portion of her left shoulder blade into Basanti's trachea with the intent of severely bruising the trachea and crippling Basanti's breathing for the remainder of the fight.  Birna also attempted to thrust the exact center of her chest into the front of Basanti's upper left shoulder, exhaling as she did so to prevent her own breath being knocked from her.  Her goal was to try to use her weight and momentum to shake her opponents balance and cause the other female to stumble.  It was a gambit for sure, for she knew she'd receive bruising in return. Nearly simultaneously her neck would curve to her own left, head tilting to to her own left and slightly down, to make up for her superior height as well as to partially shield her throat, as her upper fangs attempted to pierce Basanti's right eye, the lower ones seeking to pierce the femme's left eye.  Birna hoped to fully blind her opponent and get a solid grip on the others face. Birna also attempted to shift her weight to her front left leg and both hind legs as she tried to lift her right forepaw with the hopes of bringing it down on Basanti's left forepaw, hoping to use her weight to sprain and maybe fracture some of the delicate toes.  The bear woman would do her best to take out this fearsome opponent and make it that much more difficult for the enemy to further threaten her family. Birna vs Basanti for Full Blinding Rd. 1 of 3?

Aern's keen eyes watched Sigmarr's every motion as she neared.  He shifted to his own right her shoulder throw missed the male entirely and mild bruising blossomed across the center of her left-sided chest as it collided with his left-sided chest.  Her fangs missed their intended mark, instead tearing moderate wounds into the left side of his face near the base of his left ear and far corner of his left eye.  She failed to get a grip, partly do to his right ward movement and partly to her own movement.  As soon as her shoulder throw failed and her right paw landed on firm ground after missing that target as well Aerndís attempted to recoil and shuffle back several inches and to her own right a few inches as she saw his stance lower, knowing he'd be going for her throat or lower jaw, both areas of her body she needed to protect.  Sacrificing a grip to do so was well worth it.  His shoulder throw collided with the center of her upper chest, just missing her trachea as she reared slightly to push herself back and away, moderate bruising blossoming in the area.

Aern's movement caused also caused his fangs to miss a grip on her upper throat and instead tear moderately into the flesh on her upper left neck just below the corner of her left-sided jaw, drawing blood but failing to get a grip on her.  Her right and back motion also caused Sigmarr's other attacks to fall in unintended places, his paw stomp missing entirely, especially as it was unlikely he could see the target with his head tilted as it was.

Unbeknownst to her this back and right recoil also displaced the attacks of Sindri, as the small fae assaulted her.  The femme's shoulder throw missed her knee and instead grazed the underside of her gut (thanks to her vastly great height) just behind the ribs, causing mild bruising and Aern's gut to roll.  The claws of Sindri's left forepaw grazed the toes of Aern's left hindpaw as she attempted to shuffle back leaving mild bruising and superficial cuts.  It was harder for her to escape the girls jaws however.  The shift right had prevented her from backing her left hindleg into Sindri's jaws but she did not move far enough to stop the jaws from snapping shut on the outside of her left hind leg, tearing moderate lacerations on the outside of the leg just below her knee.  Dammit all!  As this battle wore on she knew she'd sustain heavy damage, especially if the two worked to pin her.  Thankfully she'd avoided the girl getting a full grip on the limb.

Aern's defenses held fast.  Skull aligned with her spine, chin tucked and neck scrunched back with shoulders rolled forward.  Hackles were raised, legs equidistant apart and bent to lower her center of gravity as well as evenly distribute her weight.  Toes were splayed, claws dug into the earth.  Jaws were parted in preparation for her next attack, eyes narrowed and ears pinned tight to her head.  Abdomen tensed and her tail tucked between her legs, resting flush against her belly for extra protection.  It was worth the sacrifice to her movement with the small wolf so close to her guts.  

Aerndís attempte to rotate her upper body to her own left to bring herself parallel with the younger woman so that her left side was against the girls left side with them facing opposite directions and to bring her hind legs and underbelly a bit farther out of the others reach. As she moved Aern attempted to shift her weight back to her hind legs which spread farther to accomodate her weight.  She didn't plan to be up long as she tried to twist her upper body farther to her own left to throw her left foreleg over Sindri's back, halfway between her shoulders and hips.  She wanted to force the girl to bear her weight and limit Sindri's ability to retaliate as well as hopefully force her to the ground.

Aern also attempted to lift her right foreleg with the intent of bringing her right forepaw down onto Sindri's left hind paw, intending to fracture the small girls toes with her massive weight.   As she tried to twist her upper body farther to her own left her neck attempted to twist to her own left as well, parted jaws seeking the girls spine just in front of the hips where there was less protection for the spine.  She wanted to get a powerful grip from where she could shred the muscle and apply pressure to the spine perhaps with enough force to cause some of the vertebrae to fracture


Aerndís vs Sigmarr and Sindri for DEATH

Rd.  2/2

ooc:  With this siege getting into full swing we've decided to decrease the rounds to two. <3

"Speech"

I was disappearing in plain sight heaven help me I need to make it right Sigmarr's assault would not bear the sweet fruit of life that he sought to pluck from this woman's bones but he would taste her blood none the less.  Instead of seizing her throat his fangs would tear into the flesh of her upper left sided neck, failing to get a grip but leaving moderate wounds.  Her shuffle back and to the right would cause his paw stomp to miss and his shoulder to collide lightly with the upper center of his chest causing light bruising to blossom across the front of his left shoulder.  Sigmarr quickly redistributed his weight and re-solidified his defenses. Eyes  remained narrowed as ears stayed pinned tightly back to the top of his head. His muzzle was crinkled as his jaws parted.  Chin moved to tuck as his head and tail shifted to align with his spine.  Powerful shoulders rolled forward as his neck scrunched back, hackles rising down his back as he spread his legs equidistant apart, evenly distributing his weight.  The limbs bent slightly to lower his center of gravity.  Abdomen tensed for the coming assault as his toes splayed, nails biting into the earth. Rage blossomed in his chest as the monstrosity went for his sister.  Hell.  Fucking.  No.  Sigmarr kicked off, attempting to approach Aerndís perpendicularly to align his left shoulder with her right knee.  He sought to come in low weight shifting to his hind legs and right foreleg as he attempted to lift his left foreleg with the intent of bringing it down on Aern's right hind paw in the hopes of spraining or fracturing the toes.  In the same fluid motion he aimed to drive the front of his left shoulder forward into Aern's right knee with the intent of dislodging the kneecap and crippling her right hind leg.  With Aern attempting to raise herself her undersides were exposed and Sigmarr dove in hungrily for her guts.  He attempted to bite into her right-sided belly, just behind the ribs, with his lower fangs seeking to rest along the underside of her belly, the upper fangs on the outer right side.  He sought to drive his jaws together in a solid and powerful grip.  He would gut this banshee.  He would drive her evil back to hell where it belonged. Sigmarr and Sindri vs Aerndís for DEATH  2/2

The other alpha's words took him aback. What was she proposing, a... a duel? He didn't like to risk his family's lives in this fight that was true but Sigmarr and Sindri were already risking their lives and even on the off chance they could pull them off Aerndis could he even trust this wolf? "I..." he started to say, though he wasn't sure what exactly he was going to say, before chaos broke loose. One of the Fiori wolves he'd brought along had jumped a younger Arcanum wolf, and a blaze of movement streaked toward him. Him. A sick feeling curled in his stomach at the prospect of his first real battle, but with only a split second to prepare himself he fought it down. His legs spread slightly, the weight distributing evenly between all four legs, and his joints bent just a little. His tail and head both moved to be level with his spine. His shoulders rolled forward, his chin pulling back, and his hackles rising as his ears pressed against his skull and his eyes narrowed. His snowy paws spread wide, and his toes flexed to press the dull tips of his claws into the earth for better grip. And then suddenly she was there. He took a hurried sidestep to his own left, enough to bring himself partly but not completely out of harm's way as the taller Skadi's left shoulder struck glanced along the upper part of the front of his right shoulder and drew a moderate bruise from it as well as a hiss of surprise from him, and he stumbled slightly as he sought to move forwards slightly past her right shoulder. That hurt! As they struck her attempt to stomp a foot that wasn't there partly succeeded as his right foot had nearly taken the place of his left, so her attempt scraped down the outside of his right foreleg and left very minor welts where her dull claws caught him. He was lucky he ducked his head defensively before he moved, because she attempted to latch her jaws into the left side of his face and instead her teeth gouged along the top of his skull, opening moderate furrows horizonally between his right eyebrow and the base of his right ear the length of his eye. Holy crow that was close. Shifting his weight to his other three legs he sought to pick his stinging right foreleg up and try to wrap it around the front of her left foreleg halfway between ankle and elbow in an attempt to pull her leg towards him. As he did he continued to shift his weight to his hindlegs and even as he was trying to curl his paw around her foreleg he was trying to throw his weight sideways heavily onto the point of his right shoulder, attempting to force it against her right foreleg just above the elbow in the hopes of dislocating the elbow joint. He winced as he made the attempt, sick at heart at the idea of hurting someone so seriously, but he forced himself to continue, and to do worse. Simultaneously with his other attacks he twisted his head so his muzzle pointed to his right, toward the right side of Skadi's body, and he attempted to dig his teeth into her side just behind her ribs and halfway down from her spine. Would she still keep trying to fight if he succeeded in injuring her so gravely? He would need to take her prisoner so that he could treat her wounds, because any healers this pack boasted were surely subpar and he couldn't stand the idea of having killed her just for protecting her pack... KASSANDER vs SKADI for CLAIM (and defense from maim) Round 1/2

Several things happened at once. A grey male would sweep around wide, but Aster would turn in an attempt to meet his attack. Skadi would burst forth and attack the frail king before her, not even giving him a chance to respond. And then, a woman was bounding forward, towards herself, clearly reading for attack. Her own defenses slide into place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, skull level with her spine, chin tucked against her throat while her jaws unhinged, shoulders rolled forward to push more fat and skin around her neck, her neck was scrunched to further protect her vitals, tail was straight and aligned with her spine, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws dug into the ground and her weight fell evenly across her four legs. As the woman closed the dissect between them, she would push the air from her lungs, preparing herself for impact. Lips peeled back to expose fangs and push extra skin around her eyes. Her hind legs would stagger, her left hind paw sliding several inches farther back. Her opponent was several inches larger than herself, but it would not phase her, the young Queen had been taught by her father, who was larger than herself. She would wait, hunger dancing in her verdant gaze. If this is how they chose to attack, not even allowing their alpha to speak, then so be it. But she would give her opponent something to remember her by. The woman came up to her, nearly in a head on position, though her opponent stood off her own left. The young Queen would seek to take a step to her own right just before impact, causing the paler womans left shoulder to miss its intended target, instead colliding with the front/outer portion of her own left shoulder. A severe bruise would immediately flare across her left shoulder as the woman shoved more of her weight forward. Claws dug into the ground as she would be forced backwards, but her defenses and the placement of her paws prevented her from losing her balance. Her movement would also cause her opponents incoming right foreleg to miss her own intended left forepaw. Fangs of her opponent would flash as the woman sought to bring her pale jaws down across her own verdant eyes. Immediately her ebony crown would seek to lower, causing enemy fangs to scrape the top of her skull, leaving behind moderate lacerations. Her own crown would tip to her right, jaws seeking to land across the front/top half the other womans left shoulder. Lower fangs sought to shred tendons in the soft spot between her enemies left shoulder and left sided upper chest/lower neck, hopefully she would be able to force her lower jaw deep enough into the soft crevice to do damage. Top fangs sought to pierce flesh on the flat, outer portion of her opponents left shoulder. Her goal was to shred tendons and render the leg useless for the remainder of the fight and all of eternity. Her chin was tucked tightly against her throat so that she could try to come down across the upper portion of her opponents left shoulder. Simultaneously, her hind legs would seek to push her forward in hopes that she could put more force behind her attempted bite and maybe shred more tendons. Following this, she would seek to lift her left foreleg off the ground so that she might slam her paw down her opponents left forepaw. Her movements were quick and snappy, her left foreleg in constant motion as she sought to return her left forepaw to the ground as soon as she could. The moment her left foreleg sought to leave the ground, she would adjust her balance to fall evenly across her remaining three legs, though more of her height well onto hind legs which would bend a little deeper. She would cripple this bitch before the day was over. BASANTI vs BIRNA for USEAGE OF LEFT FORELEG (PERMENANT DAMAGE TO TENDONS): round 1/3

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The woman readied herself and invited him to make the first move. Her calling him 'boy' didn't offend him, though really it was such a rude thing to say to an adult wolf. Instead he settled himself as he had been taught by his mother, his heavy build giving the defenses a bulldoggish appearance. His legs spread just slightly wider than shoulder and hip width for a sturdier stance, and he adjusted his weight to be evenly distributed and centered. His joints bent slightly to lower his center of gravity, as his back rounded upward just a bit for freer movement and his shoulders hunched forward. His head dropped to be level with his spine, pulling back slightly as his muzzle tipped down to protect his throat. Hackles rose, tipped golden in contrast to the darker brown of his shoulders, and his ears pinned back with his eyes narrowing seriously. His heavy paws spread wide as his dull claws dug into the earth. His tail he tucked against his belly to provide a modicum of protection both to his vulnerable abdomen and the tail itself. A split second of indecision paused him, but the snarls and yelps of battle as his adopted siblings fought for what they believed in set him back into motion. He dug his nails in hard, and propelled himself forward, attempting to close the distance between them like a freight train but before they would have hit he reared just slightly - more an aborted leap than a true rear, shifting the weight to his hindlegs momentarily to balance himself before he attempted to throw his full weight forward and down once again. His right shoulder jutted forward, and he sought to drop the his full weight on the point of his shoulder, aiming to smash against the tendons found between her left shoulder and the part of her neck where it met her chest, intending to damage the tendons. As he did he stiffened both forelegs and as he dropped, he sought to drop his weight down on on his forepaws, with his left forepaw aimed for her right forepaw and his right forepaw for her left forepaw, in the intention of badly damaging both her front paws in the hopes of taking her out of the fight early. Though they were the same height, he had a much heavier build and he intended to take advantage of that. Angling his head so his muzzle pointed slightly to his left, he arched his neck and sought to clamp his jaws overtop the bridge of her muzzle partway between her eyes and her mangled nose with the intention of gaining a grip there. "HEPHAESTUS versus MEINX for DOMINANCE Round 1/2" This sexy table brought to you by Fox!

She would ready herself for Battle, defenses immediately falling into place. Eyes slit, ears pinned, weight evenly distributed, tail tucked, muscles tensed, teeth bared, claws clenched into ground, crown aligned with spine, chin tucked, legs bent slightly, hackles raised. She would watch him carefully, and as soon as she saw him move she would react quickly. At the same time as him lunging upwards, She would attempt to swing her hips around to her own left, hoping to end up in a T position, her crown hopefully at his midneck on the right side. Due to her movement, his right shoulder would instead skim the surface of her chest in the centre, a light bruise blossoming. Meinx would miss his attack with his forepaws, due to her pivot, thankfully sparing her forepaws. His jaws would skim her left cheek as she had attempted to pivot to her left, causing a light wound to appear, bleeding just surfacing.

Meinx would then go ahead with her own attacks. She would open her jaws wide, aiming to grasp the upper proportion of his neck on the right side. Her top set of teeth would aim to pierce just behind his right ear where the skin is thin, while Meinx's bottom set of teeth aim to puncture his jugular, hoping to add pressure aiming to descrease bloodflow to his brain. She hopes to get a secure grip to cause heavy scarring and a bite wound around 1-2 inches deep. While doing so, Meinx would aim to lift and extend her right forelimb, readjusting her weight onto her other three limbs. She would aim to hook her paw around his right forelimb around the ankle, hoping to pull it towards her and knock him of balance. in sync with her attempted hook on his right foreleg, she would attempt to push off with her hind legs, seeking to shove her chest against the flat portion of his right shoulder, hoping to further disrupt his balance.

Meinx Vs Hephaestus for Dominance 1/2

I'm happy with Luns judging this!:)

The boy had been following his motion as Bjorn stalked the blue-eyed woman, it seemed, for he'd turned to face Bjorn before the older male had charged. Bjorn accepted the change with complete calm even when the boy rose to meet him as Bjorn brought his weight down, disrupting his momentum and drawing minor bruising on the bottom of Bjorn's chest between his forelegs from the contact, mostly mitigated by Bjorn releasing his breath in a sharp hiss to tense his core muscles to better take the blow. Rather than scrabble uselessly at the boy's shoulders, Bjorn sought to hook his oversized forepaws around the boy's neck where it met the shoulders - his right forepaw around the boy's left side and his left forepaw around the boy's right side - in an attempt to pull the front side of Aster's lower neck and upper chest toward the underside of Bjorn's chest in a bearhug, partly with the intention of balancing and partly in an attempt to make attacks much more awkward for the boy, but mostly in the hopes that Bjorn's greater weight would force Aster's head back at an unnatural angle. As he did, he attempted to partly kick, partly slide his hindlegs back into a sprawl to put his body at a much more severe angle, seeking to force his weight forward and down onto Aster's neck and chest as well as making his hind legs too far of a reach for the pup, so that the boy's swipe for Bjorn's left hindleg would fall short. But the boy had a bloodthirsty streak it seemed, seeking to avoid Bjorn's bite by aiming one of his own at Bjorn's throat. Simultaneously with his attempts to grab the boy and throw his weight onto Aster, Bjorn arched his neck and shoulders to tuck his chin snug against his throat and, seeking to arch his back as well to increase the angle of his head, he attempted to bring the top of his skull - above his eyes and between his ears - down with brutal force directly to the front of Aster's gaping muzzle - with the angle Aster was attempting to come in on, mostly the right front side - intending to use the heavy, hard bone of his skull to smash in Aster's front teeth and deal a painful blow to the boy's sensitive nose (counter). Sure, if the blow struck the way he hoped it would Aster's teeth would cut severe gashes into the top of Bjorn's head, but the giant wasn't afraid to get scarred and bloodied for what he wanted, and hopefully he could use the boy's upward motion as well as Bjorn's own attempt to drop his own weight downward to increase the damage to Aster's face. As he did this he was careful to continue to uphold his body's natural defenses in addition to countering his enemy's movements. His rear legs were spread slightly wider than his hips' width for balance, and his hocks fully extended and stiffened against any attempt to push against him. The toes on his oversized paws were spread for increased traction and balance, his thick claws digging deeply into the earth to grip and keep himself grounded. His tail lashed constantly near the level of his spine to balance him, and his back was rounded slightly for strength and leverage. The bulk of his weight was balanced between his sprawled back legs, and his attempted contact with Aster, so that with three points of contact his balance could be better maintainced than with two. His pale hackles bristled along his shoulders, back and neck, and his shoulders were hunched forward to bunch the skin and fat of his neck. His chin remained tucked against his throat to protect it from ravaging jaws, and his weak eyes were narrowed to slits while his ears pressed down to protect them. BJORN vs ASTER for MAIM (complete blinding) Round 2/4? 3? (the judges say they'd prefer to do no more than three rounds because it's only a maim, not a DM, and siege and all that, but if you would like an exception you can ask them) OOC: Actually at the time of the siege (beginning of summer) Aster is not even six months old so no, he isn't 45". He was born in the last month of winter, so if you add that to spring and generously assume another month on either end on you still only come out to six months and he'd be nowhere near his full height... which is the assumption I was working on in my first post. According to this site here wolves do not reach their full skeletal growth until a year old. It's the suggested link for pup development so that's what I've been going off. If you have any questions feel free to skype me and I'll do my best to clarify, I know this post was probably a bit messy.