Aptitude test

Maverick wasn't kept waiting long—or at all, in fact, for as soon as the sun moved towards its zenith in the sky, his nocturnal shadow of an Empress emerged to meet him in the sparring ring. The rugged renegade cast a lopsided grin to his lover, a toothy smile that sat crooked on his lips in his casual, debonair way. She called him dashing, and it took all of Mav's self control to keep from just calling off his plans and spiriting her away to their bedchambers for some much needed R&R. No, there would be plenty of time for that after they lit a fire in their blood with a bit of full contact sport. "And aren't you the picture of beauty," he quipped back with ease, putting that silver tongue to good use. Maverick wasn't shy with the appreciative gaze he let roam down his girlfriend's perfect physique. This time, however, he was assessing it for physical use of a different variety. "Too bad I'm about to get you all sandy."

Once Venom had set paw into the ring, Mav shifted to square up against his Empress, still all cool confidence and easy grins. He hadn't told her what he had planned, but by now she surely had figured out his intents. "Other than Plague, I hear you're the best fighter in Ashen, Your Grace." He spoke with a teasing tone, taking playful liberties with her while he rolled his shoulders to limber up his body. It had been some time since he'd had a good and true proper fight! "I thought before we turn in for the... er, day, I might be able to convince the most beautiful wolf in all of Boreas to show me the standards I need to live up to." Teal eyes flashed with a mischievous mirth as he added, "That is, if I don't lay you out flat first."

While the spar alone would have been more than satisfactory for Maverick, what fun was a contest of skill without some sort of friendly wager on the line? What would happen to his renegade street cred if he didn't take the opportunity to exploit something favorable from this test? "So the plan is we fight, we get cleaned up, and then we head to bed to do some unwinding. How's that sound, my love? Oh, and how about we make this into a game? The winner gets to have total control over the other for the rest of the day." Sure, the rest of their day was mostly going to be spent sleeping until dusk, but their private time right before the sleeping could be oh so fun with a little twist added in. "Whaddya say, Ven? You game for a bet?" Flashing her another naughty, cocky grin, Maverick lowered his body to a fighting stance, shifting his weight back and forth on his paws while he waited for her to assume her stance as well to begin their fight.

Maverick vs Venom for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked leather bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Ballistic canine vest
Companion 1: Northern Sparrowhawk, Female - Flying
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Navigator

"Maverick"