What's a God to a nonbeliever

A sound echoed over the dam, a call for him. Ultyr shot his lovers a delighted smile dripping with smugness. Another chance to show his skills? Gladly. There was a reason they called him a god, a demon, a prince.

He rolled up to the white male. Matching cinder eyes locked together as the male fully introduced himself. Ultyr let the man speak, raising a brow as he declared himself General of the Judilan Army.

"Perhaps when we are done here I can approach Atreyu about being the General instead." He mused aloud, an audacious and self-righteous grin creasing his maw. The thought of him losing was not even a whisper in his mind.

Ultyr began to sidestep with his head low and his ears pinned back while the other male set his defenses. He rolled his shoulders and dug into the soil with his claws as he walked, spreading his weight evenly over the earth and crouching low. He measured the other male's defenses with a critical eye and then launched toward him. With his mouth agape he aimed to sink his teeth into Alaric's shoulder and use his left paw to push against Alaric's cheek.





Ultyr vs Alaric for Maim - Shoulder Scar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Titan
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: