If I showed you my soul would you cover your eyes?

Bellamy · 07-24-2022, 02:30 AM

The Armada was a pack that welcomed wolves of all walks of life, so long as they pulled their weight in some way. “That would be expected, of course.” Bellamy perked her ears forward curiously at the chosen title of the alpha. Warlord. It was curious… but she didn’t question it. She offered a small, almost sad smile as she mentioned the Armada being part of a mighty namesake. She didn’t know of them, nor their deeds. And the last “mighty” family name she had known had been Gavroche’s own, the Kedieo. Hopefully, this family would be kinder to the two of them than Gavroche’s own kin. But that was not a subject for the now.

“I will test the truth of your words on the Armarda through your resolve, Wren.” Bellamy had begun to slip into a defensive stance, making sure her opponent had time to take notice and take appropriate action. This was to be an honorable spar, but an important one all the same. Bellamy closed her eyes for a few seconds, inhaling. “Let the truth be heard in words unspoken!” As the last words left her lips Bellamy’s eyes shot open again, narrowed, and like a shot fired she took off towards her opponent with Ears and Whiskers flanking either side.

She was not a greenhorn, no, but Bellamy’s own style of fighting could be one considered barbaric and reckless. There was no fear in her eyes as she sought to close the distance between herself and Wren as fast as her limbs would allow. Weight remained distributed evenly across all of her limbs at first, yet, once she deemed herself close enough, Bellamy jutted her right shoulder forward to act as a battering ram. Typically wolves lowered their head to align with their spine and the taller beast was hoping for such a maneuver - she wanted to slam her shoulder into Wren’s face… head, or well, wherever really if the woman decided to move and she actually landed anything. But her current target was the center of Wren’s face.

She swung her head to the right, over Wren’s own right as she sought purchase on Wren’s ruff with her fangs. Should her slam be successful, she aimed to add continued pressure by getting a hold of the brown-furred woman. But she sincerely hoped that Wren would give her a good show. It wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t.

For the moment Ears and Whiskers remained on either side of the women, close by as they snarled and snapped at Wren close enough to serve as a distraction but not nearing to do any damage. This was merely a spar - they didn’t need to go all out. But that didn’t mean Bellamy would completely restrain herself either. This was just as much a test of her own skill for Wren as it was for her to see if Wren faltered and caused doubt to stir in Bellamy’s mind about her pack. A fighter who truly cared for their people would give their best and nothing less… and if they didn’t? If they held doubts in their own heart? Their fight would not be as confident or sure. That was the key Bellamy was testing for.

Bellamy vs Wren for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bone dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Snow leopard cape
Companion 1: Tasmanian Devil, Male - Battle
Companion 2: American Badger, Female - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Novice Intellectual

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