At mér skyldi kaupa

Rest had been hard to come by for the Artifex. The warning Artorias shared with him hung in his mind, the trouble that Ethne was facing heavy on his heart. Norad was still working to grow, most of their efforts internal in gathering resources to build dens, spare blankets, bags, food, herbs… the things they would need to survive. The man could not sleep, anxiety pricking at his fur as the rain drummed on the roof of their little hut. Not everyone was an ally. There would be those who would do them harm. His gaze flicked to the children. There were monsters who did not care if his pups would suffer, some that might even kill them simply because they were not of their bond. Beauregard sighed heavily. He didn’t want them to see strife, no father would, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe that their peace would last.

In the territory, among the cedar trees, Beauregard’s companion Trill was nesting. She detested rain, but was against staying in the hut with the wolves and fox. Above her the sky rumbled, and the rallying call of enemy wolves could be heard. In an instant she was roused, dropping from the branch and rushing to meet Beauregard. If he hadn’t heard that call, she needed to warn him.

But he had. Beauregard jumped to his paws, gaze flicking to Hansel as the dog’s head lifted. “Keep the pups inside. Do not let any of them out.” He fixed her with a hard, slightly pained look. If something happened to any of them… he’d never forgive himself. But duty called. Blood would be spilled… it was his duty to defend Norad. They weren’t ready. They were in no way ready for such an attack. Beauregard didn’t check to see if Mika or Tan was coming. He moved to the door, placed his blade in its holder, and moved out into the rain.

The man threw his head back and let loose a howl. Enemies were here. He didn’t expect many of them to fight. Illness… disability… the realization he couldn’t take on all the enemies on his own. But damn if he wouldn’t try to take out as many as he could.

Paws thundered across Norad lands, away from the dens and the wolves he wanted to protect. Ears pinned against his skull and gaze narrowed. No matter how bleak, he couldn’t give up. He would stand against them alone if it was what it took to keep his friends and family safe.

Lightning crashed overhead as Beau neared the border. He could see them, those that came to raid them… and recognized one from his claim. A test then. He stopped, drawing his blade. Another crack of lightning as Trill rounded to circle above him in the rain. His heart hammered in his chest. There could be no more time for doubt. He lunged forward again, eyes set on his target as he slipped in the mud and allowed his weight to carry him forward with it.

Head on at their leader, blade gripped between his jaws, Beau would be the first to stand for Norad. There were no words - there would be no point in telling them to leave if they dared to come. Another slide and he kicked against the ground, aiming to propel the last of the distance toward Víðarr and come up along Víðarr’s left side. Blade pointed towards his foe, Beauregard aimed low, around the middle of Víðarr’s foreleg, with the intention of jerking his head up as he landed in a slicing motion.


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Beauregard vs Víðarr for Dominance [Raid]
Round 1/?
Age: Over one year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Curved blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather arm wraps
Companion 1: BlueJay, Female - Perception
Companion 2: Arctic fox, Female - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Intellectual
Specialty: --

"Speech," 'Thought.'