Battle Without Honor or Humanity
05-13-2014, 05:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-15-2014, 11:40 AM by Bane.)
Bane stared up at the greying clouds anxiously. Winter was coming. Just a few more days until the first snowfalls. Mixed feelings were felt about the incoming weather, the bite of cold was already here up in Ebony territory, but this time it was different. Not in the weather but what it meant to Bane. It would be the tenth winter he'd seen and with it he would feel a certain increase of frailness with his new age. A little weaker, less spring in his step, a more pale pelt. So focused was Bane at the sky that he missed what his son had asked. His attention turned to Jakart. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"You asked what to do when facing a force of similar size, I said spread your warriors out but wait for the enemy to make a move, divide his forces and await a mistake of his part." Jakart titled his head to the side and shuffled his paws anxiously. The yearling was nervous. That was good, he could use it against him. His half brother sat with attention and drank in every word, Nako's head skewed to the side with his one good ear angled right at Bane.
The three male wolves were situated by the lakeside amidst the packlands. Bane wouldn't mind onlookers as he fought his sons, but he would have no other participants. Both of his pups had play fought when they were younger, which was nothing like the real thing. The fangs ripping at your pelt, the hot blood running down your neck and the impact of legs beating against your own forelegs as you strangled your opponent to death. This would still be a spar but it would also be a learning experience as they marred one another.
"When we do this I'm going to be using a style. A style of fighting I remember being implemented at a young age when we fought with reckless abandon against our opponents. None of this new fancy and fair stuff that takes too long to get to the point." Bane gave them a stern gaze and stood up to get ready. "Remember. You don't stop until I'm unconscious with your fangs around my neck. Same goes for me."
"You asked what to do when facing a force of similar size, I said spread your warriors out but wait for the enemy to make a move, divide his forces and await a mistake of his part." Jakart titled his head to the side and shuffled his paws anxiously. The yearling was nervous. That was good, he could use it against him. His half brother sat with attention and drank in every word, Nako's head skewed to the side with his one good ear angled right at Bane.
The three male wolves were situated by the lakeside amidst the packlands. Bane wouldn't mind onlookers as he fought his sons, but he would have no other participants. Both of his pups had play fought when they were younger, which was nothing like the real thing. The fangs ripping at your pelt, the hot blood running down your neck and the impact of legs beating against your own forelegs as you strangled your opponent to death. This would still be a spar but it would also be a learning experience as they marred one another.
"When we do this I'm going to be using a style. A style of fighting I remember being implemented at a young age when we fought with reckless abandon against our opponents. None of this new fancy and fair stuff that takes too long to get to the point." Bane gave them a stern gaze and stood up to get ready. "Remember. You don't stop until I'm unconscious with your fangs around my neck. Same goes for me."
Bane •nx Tahlia x-q Anais ono Jakart •n• Nako •n• Lior •n• Kailos •n• Espirit •n•