On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]
02-15-2019, 11:47 PM
A lazy stroll on a nice day - that is, until a song of a challenger arose nearby, originating in the battlegrounds. Her curiosity piqued, she started to gently lope towards the source of that call. It wasn't quite a pack challenge, but it was a demand, and for an alpha of a nearby pack: but what for, if not to take the pack? Why else call for the alpha of a pack in the battlegrounds? The note in the call was odd, and she couldn't quite figure out what it meant. Her determination was only doubled when she caught scent of not only her father, but also her grandfather heading for it as well. She stifled amusement as she picked up the pace: apparently it ran in the family line for them to be nosy bastards. Not that she minded, of course, and besides - it was at the battlefield! But hell, if it'd been inside another pack's land, the three of them would likely have waltzed right in with absolutely no hesitation.
Surprising to see, however, was just how many wolves there were. "Guess everyone is a nosy bastard today," Lyra murmured in amusement, eyes sparkling as she easily located the bunch of extremely tall figures. Her dad, her grandpa, and... she squinted. Who was that? Standing with her father and grandfather all cozy? Hmph. Well, clearly someone they don't mind, so she'd likely find out who it was quite shortly. She approached her father from the other side, with Valentine and the spotted guy on the other side, and bumped her father's shoulder affectionately as she eyed the other wolves.
One was clearly the challenger. As large as her own family, with a stance that was... surprisingly familiar to her; the easy confidence and challenging gaze was one that reminded her of her father quite well. But the other... she frowned. Who was the challenged? She hadn't met Tyranis, only heard vague things about him, but surely it wasn't the white-rat thing with scabs all over his back. It didn't even seem to be a challenge. Quizzically, she glanced at her father. "That scabby thing is Tyranis? He looks like he'd struggle to catch even a rabbit, let alone be able to fight that guy." The words weren't even remotely quiet, but said in a normal tone of voice, without a care for who overheard. Perhaps that was mildly unfair, but truthfully... Lyra didn't much care.
Surprising to see, however, was just how many wolves there were. "Guess everyone is a nosy bastard today," Lyra murmured in amusement, eyes sparkling as she easily located the bunch of extremely tall figures. Her dad, her grandpa, and... she squinted. Who was that? Standing with her father and grandfather all cozy? Hmph. Well, clearly someone they don't mind, so she'd likely find out who it was quite shortly. She approached her father from the other side, with Valentine and the spotted guy on the other side, and bumped her father's shoulder affectionately as she eyed the other wolves.
One was clearly the challenger. As large as her own family, with a stance that was... surprisingly familiar to her; the easy confidence and challenging gaze was one that reminded her of her father quite well. But the other... she frowned. Who was the challenged? She hadn't met Tyranis, only heard vague things about him, but surely it wasn't the white-rat thing with scabs all over his back. It didn't even seem to be a challenge. Quizzically, she glanced at her father. "That scabby thing is Tyranis? He looks like he'd struggle to catch even a rabbit, let alone be able to fight that guy." The words weren't even remotely quiet, but said in a normal tone of voice, without a care for who overheard. Perhaps that was mildly unfair, but truthfully... Lyra didn't much care.