Ganta’s gaze swept the battlefield as he returned to this place again, though his mind was focused on the past today. When his father had died… when Sin had been slain it had broken his family apart. Sure they hadn’t been the kindest wolves… but did that really make them evil? Where did one cross that fine line from evil to good? Could he ever be considered a wolf whom was pure of heart? He lowered his head, long mane falling before his ghostly silver-white eyes. “I am not my father.” Ganta whispered to himself. “I am not Forsaken, Enigma, or Paradox. I will be a protector of the weak and broken. Even if I must stand up to all the evil wolves of Boreas and Auster alone… I will not fail them. I’d rather die than lose myself in that way. I have to protect those I care about.” He lifted his head, flicking that mane back to gaze upon the battlefield. While he was here he might as well call for an opponent. Tilting his head back Ganta let out his cry for a friendly spar. Though there was nothing stopping his older siblings from showing their faces here. He didn’t bother sitting after that, gaze scanning the horizon. Who was going to be his opponent for today? "Talk" "You" Think

Lost her! How could she have been so careless as to loose the one thing she had been after. The white female had been clever, but now the giantess was angry and hateful. Tracking the mud-covered bitch would be more of a job than the deadly goddess wanted to handle, and she finally stopped chasing the woman around Veteran's Plateau. With her muscles warmed, and a blood song playing in her veins, Naamah moves with fatal grace toward the battlefields of this continent. Her favorite place to fight was, of course, in the boneyard of Auster. This was just as good a spot, but it had none of the decor of home. It is on her walk toward the field that the heavens hurl the sound of a challenge toward her ears, and a sick excitement grew in her chest. Upon her arrival to the call, the woman is surprised about what she finds. At first sight, she thought she had found the white woman that had escaped her jaws, but closer inspection brought her to a halt. It was not her quarry, but the male was itching to spar it would seem. By the look of the male, he wouldn't be much of a challenge. Lilith spoke through her charge then, her Latin tinted accent heavy and confident, "You called, I have come." Mismatched red gaze washes over him as she speaks, openly gauging the male. The aura around the dark female was smothering, raw and carnal power emanating from her as she took in her opponent. There was a hidden strength about him that she could appreciate, but his stature and form were all wrong. She waits, head up and eyes hard as she watches him. "You start us, then." She says and splays her legs to balance herself and prepare for him. "Naamah" "Lilith" Think Scroll over for translations.

A woman came to his call, her accent thick, heavy, and her gaze hardly regarding him as a challenge. Ganta did not take offense, however. He knew he was inexperienced. But he wasn’t going to let that hold him back. He’d become strong, strong enough to protect Roza and any other friends they made. He rolled his shoulders forward, widening his stance as he responded to her in a simple, calm tone. “Very well.” He didn’t doubt that she’d be a challenge, being one of the biggest wolves he’d ever come to face… but that was alright. Ganta distributed his weight across his four limbs, knowing his lighter build had him at a disadvantage here. His claws bit into the soil, ghostly eyes narrowing in readiness, and his ears tilted back against his skull. Regardless of how this match came out, Ganta swore, he was going to come out stronger. Win or lose… that was the benefit of a spar. It wasn’t going to cost him everything in the end. Ganta let out a short growl before he bound forward, working to close the six feet of distance between himself and the massive woman. His goal was to hit hard and fast… well, mainly fast. He’d aim to come in low, straight on, his body dropping slightly as Ganta parted his jaws and tried to thrust his form against the female’s own. His main intent was to slam his fangs down in the area between her chest and right foreleg as he shifted his position to the left ever so slightly in those last moments. He also sought to bring his own right foreleg up and down upon her own. Not with the intent of slamming toes, no, but with slicing with his claws, hopefully to catch the webbing between her paws to give her some hindrance while fighting him. Ganta versus Naamah for Spar Round:: 1/2 Height:: 36” Build:: Light Ooc:: Too lazy to proofread so sorry for errors. ^^;; "Talk" "You" Think

He seemed shocked that she was so tall, and the look in his determined, spectral eyes made Naamah smile internally. He was brave, she would give him that much. The male saw the mountain before him and figured a boulder would be enough to take it down, she would have laughed if her mood hadn't been so foul. He accepted the dark goddess's bid to start their spar off, her usual warning was unnecessary. The male's howl had called for a friendly spar, and Naamah prayed that meant pulled punches and no serious wounds. Things could always change, if they got too serious with one another, but she had no plans to let that happen. The dark woman could appreciate mock battles, they helped hone useful skills and there was always a chance to learn something new about yourself. Today, Naamah seemed to want to test herself against a faster opponent. 'Very well..' The male said in calm tones, then gathered himself to attack. Ghostly eyes narrowed on her, and his ears pulled back on his head. The action causes Naamah to prick her ears forward, allowing her to catch the short growl he gave right before taking off in a charge across the short space between them. Hardly one to stand still and let her enemy break against her walls, Naamah moved forward at a trot to meet him. Seeing him go low, Naamah chooses to take the high road. She was taller and therefore had better access to his scruff and spine than a wolf of equal proportions would, his ducking to get at her chest and legs meant she had even more access. Dancing to the side as her long legs come up, the dark woman throws a heavy paw at the male's nose just as he is about to find his grasp, hoping to hit him before he reached her. His paw came slashing about at that moment, sharp claws not quite meeting their mark, but leaving mild scratches on the joint just above her paw. The scratches stung a bit as the air hit them, and welled up under the short ashen fur of her leg. Despite this, she keeps her legs up and out, flailing and hoping to catch the male between them. Hoping to be near him still, Naamah comes down from her rearing motion and aims her legs to wrap around the male's shoulders while she brings her teeth down on his scruff, simultaneously. The goal is to grasp his scruff in a firm grip and shake him as though he were a pup who just committed a heinous crime. She wanted him dizzy and disoriented right off the bat, and with her weight upon him, she was sure he would topple over. NAAMAH vs GANTA for SPAR Round 1/2 Height: 43" Build: Medium OOC: I am up way too early, and am also too lazy for edits XD Sorry for any issues. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!! <3 "Naamah" "Lilith" Think Scroll over for translations.

Due to Ganta failing to post in the allotted time, the fight defaults in favor of Naamah!