Not enough to go around.

The land was nothing that he had not encountered before in the past. The last toke he stood upon these grounds, was a fight with pepper. Even though the fight was a close one, he did not come out victorious. But that did not say he did not grow and learn from it. He did and that was all that mattered, his stride was strong and determined, his body full of scars that showed his life. To wrap all of this together, the limp from his hind left leg told a story all in it's self.


Ulrike scanned the land that rested underneath his paws. It was indeed a right area to have a brawl, Just barren and void of life, except some brown grass and plants here and there. Ulrike stopped in his tracks and looked up at the blue sky. The sun's rays beamed down upon his white pelt, the winds begun to pick up speed. It was almost like the earth its self was preparing for the battle as well.


This battle is nothing to gain except the saying that you had won the fight. Ulrike needs this brawl to ease some of his radge at Fetisha. He loved her and still dose, but she left with out a trace for a year and that did give him some anger that filled him. Eeven though this is a fight for the heck of it Ulrike was sure that the other was thinking the same thing. Or he hoped the other was thinking that.


Ulrike shook his thoughts out of his head and raiding his muzzle to the sky he bellowed out a call. This call was calling out abaddon to show him self for a battle that was about to happen. He lowered his head and looked off into the distance, waiting for the other to show, who is to win this battle will come out victorious, and have the rights to say he/she had won the fight against the other.

Ulrike