Oh my soul
His chosen home was right near the battlefield, something that made him wonder if that hadn't subconsciously been a factor in his choice. If there was something in him that was broken, that craved the calls he heard and the battles he witnessed. Some part that revelled in the heart-pain of watching his loved ones enter battle. That needed it. It was a fear he kept buried out of a fear that talking about it, acknowledging it even to himself, would make it somehow true. But it was there, that worry, as he stopped on the field and raised his muzzle to invite a challenge. He had gone years without sparring another wolf. Was this worth the risk?
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Then again Pyrrhus had never dealt with loss the way with some wolves had. To her, getting to know someone was them giving her a fresh scar to her body. So long as she kept her sight and important bits she saw no reason to hide in shame at gaining a new one. There was a fire that burned within her spirit, that same fire that once burned within her grandmother, though the difference with Pyrr was she had the build to back up such a personality. But even with that build she knew she was far from a perfect fighter. She had to get stronger.
So it was to the battlefield that the she-wolf went first, her fiery gaze scanning the terra for any individual that might prove worth a challenge. Ears perked, and a smile graced her lips as she heard the inviting howl. There was a willing opponent somewhere on this field; she merely had to meet him.
So with thundering, massive paws Pyrr broke into a run in the direction the call had sounded from, slowing only once the other individual was close enough to hear her voice. “Ahhh the sound of battle edging closer. Do you hear it, friend?” Whenever it came to fighting Pyrr was in a good, friendly mood. She stopped fully, dipping her head to the smaller wolf. “I am Pyrrhus Kedieo, and I’d like the honor of being your opponent today, if such suits you.”
He sighed out a breath into the heavy, humid air, a resigned sigh. He'd asked for a fight, he could hardly take exception to the sort of wolf to show up. He inclined his head courteously to her, though he held back from responding to her troubling words about battle, as if battle could ever be anything glorious. "I am Tornach Adravendi," he said simply, and settled himself into a warrior's stance. But he hesitated to attack - could not bring himself to charge into battle though he had begun this by calling. It simply was not in his nature. He sighed again, purely internally, and hesitantly put forth, "Perhaps you would begin? You seem far more... experienced, than I."
OOC: Sorry, I couldn't finagle Tor's character into attacking first.
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Ooc:: Yay for being rusty~~ <3 Fighting post below. --- Pyrrhus gave a respectful nod of her head when the man said that his name was Tornach, the last name holding little meaning for her yet. Though with as many of the Adravendi Clan there was within Boreas she’d surely learn more of the name sooner or later. She noticed the look of hesitation that seemed to cross over him once he took a warrior’s stance, and the woman’s fiery gaze softened. “You hesitate. Perhaps it is because the battling world has not been kind to you?” The femme observed calmly, swishing her tail. She seemed to pause for a moment before removing her collar, letting it hit the dusty earth before shifting it to the side.
“I know my way around a fight, and may live for battle, but I do recognize not all are this way.” Her words seemed kinder as she too slipped into a warrior stance, widening her position by spreading her legs equally on either side. She distributed her massive weight, something that could just as easily be a weakness as a strength, and made sure it was spread equally across her four legs. Her tail raised, striking out like a banner behind her to aid with balance during her attacks. Her claws bit into the soil as her fiery gaze narrowed, ears flicking back to help protect them from bites. She felt a bit more barren without her usual accessory about her neck… but she wasn’t going to give herself an unfair advantage or protection during the fight.
The femme seized the male up after that, scanning for a weak point. He was almost, though not quite, as tall as she was. About her father’s height, perhaps. This would be an interesting battle, for though he might not have been as willing to fight the fact was he had a capable body. The female let a low growl rumble in her chest, feeling the thrill of her own battlesong rising. If she could help this male by giving him a friendly spar… then it just gave the fight more meaning.
Pyrrhus moved; kicking with her hind legs to propel herself along the ground. Her movements were like that of a tank, slower, but definitely heavier and full of power. The female had roughly eight feet to cover before she’d be upon the male, and once she was closer Pyrr jutted out her left shoulder in an attempt to slam the bone into the center of Tornach’s chest for some heavy bruising. She figured as long as she didn’t break anything, or leave any permanent damage, he couldn’t get too sore with her, right?
The female simultaneously aimed to slam her left forepaw, shifting her weight to that leg to add further strength to the attempted attack, onto Tor’s right forepaw. Then, to add just a little more oomph to her planned attack Pyrr adjusted her head in a downward slant to her left, Tor’s right. Jaws parted and a moderate bite was attempted; enough to break skin and draw blood but not enough to tear a muscle or do any lasting damage. Should her bite fall where she intended it to Pyrr would have a slight grip upon the area behind and above Tornach’s right foreleg on his side.
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Pyrrhus vs Tornach for SPAR
Notes:: Distance agreed by Tea it was where Pyrr stopped cause Tor didn’t move. <3 Default time is 4 Days {one extra day}. |