give me forever for a while[PACK CHALLENGE]
Time was of the essence. The lithe beast would walk upon the battlefield with intention. He had every intention to win too - there was no question to that. Liar knew the world worked in mysterious ways however. As his paws spread across the terrain he lifted his head in a powerful call. He had come to take celestials throne. Change it to how he wanted - he would make a home for his future children for Marina and for his current children as well. Anyone was free to watch, assuming they likes a little blood in the mix. He felt the adrenaline working - Zakuro was giving him strength and he took a deep breath.
Waiting, he waited for Celestial members to come. They could complain all they wanted, he awaited loners to come see the blood shed and maybe even potential followers in the end. Liar held no ill will towards Celestial. Yet he felt it had run its course, with deep in his bones he hadn't wished for it to turn out this way. His veins were flowing with blood of a dragon and he would use that in his life. A new king would rise from the ashes - that was his hope.
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The woman was both excited and nervous for the challenge to take place. When she heard Liar’s call she knew, deep in her heart, it was right to follow him out here. Win or lose, the man was doing all he could to build them a kingdom. It was something that Marina would not miss. She was sure that there was going to be tension one way or another… whenever a pack was challenged for this was the case. But the femme didn’t think she’d have to worry about getting dragged into a fight herself. Not in her current condition anyway.
The pregnant, rainbow marked female arrived as one of the first of many, she was sure. She took a seat, her heart pounding in her chest as she called out to Liar; “Best of luck.” Right now the future was uncertain. But by the end of the day she’d know if she’d remain a loner a bit longer or if Liar had won his kingdom for a second time. The femme’s ears twitched, wondering who would show. |
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Regulus was back. She'd gladly handed the pack back to him and for once she was grateful that she didn't have to patrol the borders anymore. She'd returned to her den, cried, and now just felt an aching numbness. The lack of duties (she'd been places back as Legionary for now) was almost irritating. She was glad to be able to relax but now she had too much time to think. She couldn't bear to be within the borders anymore, to see the faces of her upset family, so she left to go wander. She wasn't getting fat yet so she was going to enjoy it while she had the ability to move properly. She'd told Zell she was pregnant. She was still anxious about becoming a mother, but less so now that she knew he was going to stick around. She still felt ... well terrible was an understatement. There wasn't a proper way to explain how someone felt after they lost a parent. She knew she should be happy Surreal was no longer suffering, but she still hated it. She should have lived at least another three years and seen her children grow up. A howl pierces through her thoughts and she stopped cold. Not now, why now? Hadn't her family been through enough? She padded forlornly to the battlefield and only saw a rainbow marked woman, smelling pregnant like herself, and a male she had met before. She stopped some feet away and her eyes widened. Him? Her brows furrowed and she frowned. She was now glad Regulus was back. There was no way she could have answered the challenge in her current state. pregnant and morning ... she was glad she wouldn't be the one to jeopardize the safety of her pack mates by fighting while her mind was so clearly elsewhere. "I um, well you won't be fighting me." She told him. "My brother returned. I'm sure he'll be here soon." Walk, "Talk" Think |
He woke instantly though when a howl echoed from the battlefield. One unfortunate side effect of living so closely to it was that he had something of a vantage point for the constant stream of would-be fighters there, but this was different. This call made his blood run cold.
Someone was challenging for Celestial.
He was on his feet a beat later, yowling for Aiden as he leaped into a sprint. The falcon dropped from the sky like a bolt of lightning, sacrificing height for horizontal speed as she leveled out from her dive. It took very little time for the pair to reach to the battlefield. Tornach slowed to a trot, the falcon dropping to his shoulder. Grimly he glanced over the few who had gathered. He didn't agree with his mother's, and now his brother's, rules and had chosen not to join the pack, but he still loved his family, and the pack was important to them.
It was hard to see his family being targeted yet again... and by a wolf who was a stranger to him. Tornach stared coldly at the yellow male, sizing him up. He was older than Regulus, old enough for reflexes to slow and muscles to weaken, and smaller than the red male as well. He couldn't see Regulus failing to keep his fighting skills sharp, so there was a good chance here. But why challenge someone for a pack, and begin with enemies before your pack even started, when he could have begun from scratch and had no baggage? He wanted to speak up, to confront the male and ask him WHY, why he chise to target the Adravendis' pack when the continent was far from overcrowded, when he could just make a pack of his own - but he had learned the futility of trying to stop violence with words alone. It hadn't worked with Arian, and it wouldn't work now. It was ridiculous. Tor simply could not understand the senseless violence wolves insisted on engaging in.
Ears pinned but face smooth, the gray Adravendi male stood alone and waited for Regulus to appear, to show his support for his family despite their differences.
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It took him a bit of distance before he reached the battlefield. He had heard rumors of the place, but was never here before. He moved right up next to his sister and quietly sighed before gently nudging her with his nose and sinking back on his haunches to sit. He was only here to cheer on his brother and be here for his family. Everyone was on edge with the death and he knew this wouldn't make things any easier.
Exhausted eyes looked over the challenger and he wanted to huff at the older male, but refrained from it. Regulus was larger and thicker built then the older male, but Las was worried. Had Regulus even slept since his return? He hoped so and prayed that this would be an easy win for his older brother. This challenger was not a friend, but an enemy right now, one that he knew his brother could take on, but hoped his brother had recovered from his journey. It was then that the yearling noticed another sibling, one who didn't live with the pack. He gave a slight wag as he looked in his direction, giving him a quiet greeting.
If there was a fight, Fortune wasn't going to miss it. There's something about her that wants to know what will happen. Curious. That's what fills her, that's what fuels her, sheer curiosity. Easy over her feet, easy with her eyes on those before her. The family was all gathering together, all grouping as one. There's something in her gaze and something in her mind. Open. Open as ever. It's to Faite's shoulder that Fortune makes her way, standing at her right. It was only the curiosity that brought her forth, that and... well... hey, Regulus was back. Not that he'd bothered to give her a backwards glance (even when she herself had returned). Things were about to get interesting. Things were about to get really interesting in the light of the Adravendi family. The brave is excited. fortune shock & awe |
So when the call rang out for the challenge of her pack, he was there. The man sat opposite of who he assumed was one of her pack mates, and it seemed more onlookers from her pack was here then for the opposition. But he didn't know anyone from either party except for Faite, so when he sat down he pressed his shoulder against hers to comfort her. He didn't miss what she had told the challenger, and his attention was drawn to those around as he wondered who her brother was and when he'd show. He was willing to get to know her brother and the rest of her family, there was no reason he wouldn't want to since they were together. In fact, since he didn't have family of his own anymore, he was kind of excited and nervous to meet hers. He didn't care if they liked him or not later, but he wasn't going to be an ass when Faite was part of his life now. Fate had brought them together whether by accident or not, but he wasn't complaining. The male gently nuzzled her neck, knowing that this might be stressing her out. And the last thing he wanted was for her to be stressed out, especially when she had a pregnancy to worry about. He would do all he could for her to ease any worries and stresses she might come across. He did promise her after all.
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He had let his siblings take their leave, to grieve as they needed before they would gather together with the rest of the family to bury the remains of their mother and ancestors. He hadn't been able to stay idle, however, so he had begun digging alone. And now this. His paws were still coated in soil from digging the graves of his mother, grandmother, and great uncle when his numb ears registered the song of battle emanating from the Battlefield. And the song was sung for Celestial. His home. And the home of his family; what was left of it that had chosen to stay with the pack. Oh gods, he'd have to tell Tornach... But not right now. Right now, he had matters to settle.
A strange kind of feeling slid through his veins; fire, and then a deathly, frightening chill. He almost backed away from that feeling, but then embraced the wild stranger that rose to greet him. That fathomless sapphire gaze chilled to a sleepy, almost dreamy glazed expression as he turned toward the field and began trotting with grim purpose toward the call.
The exhaustion of grief and long travel fell away as that chill engulfed him, pulsing through his veins and settling around his heart. His face was a mask of expressionless serenity, but anyone who knew his mother before her death, or his grandmother in her prime, knew that look. It was the look of Hell on four paws. The look of well leashed rage, just waiting to be honed to a Killing Edge.
He arrived on the field in good time, one of the first several to arrive; punctuality was common courtesy, naturally; though Faite and Lais had already beaten him there... And Tornach. He could only spare his younger brother a glance, not allowing that chill to fade before he gave the gathered a swift appraisal. He gave the rainbow backed black female he saw a quick, appraising glance, dipping his head briefly before those sleepy sapphires landed on the exotically marked male, his paws seeking to draw to a stop roughly ten feet away, facing the male challenger. All other wolves that might have slipped in were ignored as he stared at the male.
A silky rumble thundered from his maw as he acknowledged Liar, voice formal, cordial, and underlied with a dangerous, almost amused tone. A mocking tone. "I have just come from digging the graves of my dead mother, and the bones of my relatives. Not moments after I've finished, someone wishes to take my home; to scatter a family that has already experienced fresh heart break and has yet to perform a funeral."
He flicked his tail, and let the smile, usually so easy, but this time a foreign thing on his face, because it wasn't a carefree, friendly thing, for all the expression looked gently affable, settle upon his facade. It was a smile that held a promise of pain and brutality. And this fellow was the target. That wild stranger howled for blood, for an outlet from the grief and pain that had been built up. And by gods, he'd let the wild stranger inside him have its taste. He didn't intend to let this male leave with his mobility intact, whether it meant he was blind, unable to walk, or completely paralyzed. Win or lose, he would bring this bastard to ruin.
Regulus swiftly, deftly settled his weight into that familiar battle stance, paws spread equidistant of each other, the outer two toes of each paw just a hair outside his shoulders and hips as his toes spread, claws digging into the unseasonably dry soil for extra balance and purchase. His elbows and hocks bent slightly, to lower his center of gravity, and to loosen his joints as his tail flicked out behind him, level with his spine, ready to act as a balancing rudder while his head dropped level with his shoulders, chin tucking to guard his throat, ears flattening against his crown, and his jaws parting into a savage, snarl-faced grin, though no growls thundered from that broad chest.
His eyes narrowed to protective slits as they locked onto his opponent, hackles rising in a ridge along his back from the base of his skull to the top of his tail as his broad shoulders rolled forward to guard the base of his neck at the sides, and he rolled his neck back, a thick roll of scruff bunched to protect his vertebrae.
A last set of silky words was issued to the challenger, any newcomers ignored by this time; this was between Liar and himself alone. "Let's dance, then."
His haunches coiled before he sprang, wishing to close that ten feet swiftly, gaining momentum as he bounded forward, wishing to come head-on at Liar. Each paw landed in a balanced sequence as he sought to shift slightly to his own left at the last leap, seeking to drive the whole right side of his chest into Liar's right beast, aiming for the destabilization of Liar's balance, and severe bruising force as he sought to thrust the point of his right shoulder hard into the base of Liar's windpipe, wishing to choke him out, drive the wind from his lungs and disorient him with the force of the combined battering ram attempt.
Simultaneously, his head tilted to his left, jaws parting further as he sought to place a savage bite across the smaller male's upper back, lower and upper canines seeking to sink deeply into either side of the back - just behind Liar's shoulders - wishing to reach the spine with his teeth and cause irreversible damage to the back that would leave Liar paralyzed from that point down. This bite was an outright attempt to maim the fellow, and end the fight early.
Meanwhile, his right foreleg snapped up, his other three limbs taking the majority of his weight as the right front leg rose, and he sought to wrangle his right front leg over the base of Liar's neck, right fore-paw seeking to press into the top of Liar's left shoulder, claws extended, wanting to pull Liar toward himself, bear his weight down on the smaller male, and squash him to the ground.
He wasn't going to allow this wolf to threaten all that he held dear. He would win, for his family, for his mother, and for his grandmother and great Uncle, and for his entire pack. He'd kill this wolf if he had to.
Regulus Adravendi vs Liar for Celestial
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