A tan coydog with only slightly darker brindling pads into the midst of the crowd. A crowd which, unsubtley, moves quickly away from his raggedy form. He seems to have... mange, or maybe a particularly bad infestation of fleas, because his fur is exceedingly thin in places, completely gone in others, and he has scabs from scratching. He plops down in the middle of the group to indulge in a vigorous scratching that has him nearly falling over from the strenuous scritching before flailing back to his paws. He blinks around at the wolves, then seems to pick two at complete random, Chaos and Odysseus. "Hey, guys," he says, his eyes darting between the two of them in a manner that might have fit quite well on a guy selling fake Rolexes. "I heard you guys were looking to do this contest, right? Well, let's go over - " He stops again for another vigorous scratching, this time actually falling over from the intensity. He pushes himself back to his paws. "Right, right, let's... over here." He slinks over to a ring made of stones pushed into the ground in a circle. "Make sure you don't step outside of the circle. That's an automatic forfeit. Fight as long as you want to, but I'll be picking the winner. Right then, get to it," he added to Odysseus.

Odysseus eyed the sorry looking creature that was to be the referee of his first fight. The scaly patches and red spots on the coydog's skin made his own skin crawl so while its shifty eyes and shadowy behavior made Odysseus think the little beast might steal the monkey off his back if given the chance, his heart went out to him. After the referee said his piece Odysseus barked at him, "You want to get that skin taken care of, you come see me after the tournament." After acknowledging his opponent with a polite nod Odysseus stepped into the ring. The picture of calm, he kneaded the sand beneath his paws as he walked to get a feel for the kind of traction it offered. He rolled his neck, loosening the muscles there, and then set the defenses that came naturally. His ears flattened, eyes narrowed and hackles rose. The rest would be placed strategically. Odysseus whipped around suddenly, hind legs coiling beneath him in preparation of a charge. The sand underfoot hissed as he kicked off. His opponent had imposing looking teeth so Odysseus' goal would be to make as little contact with them as possible. He sought to slam the center of his chest into the meaty outside of Chaos' right shoulder. Simultaneously Odysseus sought to bite into Chaos' scruff directly behind his ears in the hopes of gaining control of his opponent's head and thus preventing him from using his serrated fangs. Chaos versus Odysseus for Dominance Round ONE of ??? Size: Extra Large Build: Heavy Companion: Rhesus Macaque - Battle Fight Skill Level: Intermediate

She had arrived too late to be part of the tournament, and that pissed her off. She rarely fought, but it would have been fun to do so. But nope, she came as they started to pair off wolves, and thus, way too late to join herself. She grumbled in annoyance, shaking herself gruffly as she scanned the wolves being paired off. It didn't take long to spot her father, her eyes focusing on the weird fur and fangs that were quite familiar to her. There.

She crossed the field as one of the judges were vaguely pointing towards Chaos and, here Lyra took a deep breath, a wolf from Abaven apparently, who was quite large. But eew, that judge. She scooted away as the coydog literally fell over from the force of the scratching. What surprised her though, was the offer from the Abaven wolf, and she eyed him. Skin taken care of? Was he a healer as well, or did he just know healers? Interesting. Either way, she sent a grin towards her father and sat down outside the ring to enjoy the show.

Chaos leaned as far away from the scabby, scratchy creature as he could, but unfortunately for him his height put him over too many heads to avoid notice, and the gross little beast picked him anyway. His skin crawled and he had the sudden urge to scratch himself just out of the paranoid suspicion that whatever it was the coydog had was contagious. By previous agreement, both owls were perched awkwardly on the ground nearby waiting to assist in the fight - well, the larger female would be helping fight, anyway, but the smaller male had lost more feathers in the fight against Enrico and his leopard so he'd just be keeping watch for Chaos - and when the coydog indicated Chaos they both took off silently to circle over the ring of stones.

He shuddered and circled wide of the mongrel when he was directed to step into the ring, and took a moment to eye his opponent. Say, wasn't that the guy from Abaven that went on the raid with them? He was fairly distinctive, so he was willing to say yes, it was. "Heyyyy buddyyyy," he said in a tone that was more than a little like someone talking to a toddler. "How's Abaven going for you? Shaye making sure you guys all have plenty of arts-and-crafts time?"

When the male whipped around, Chaos wasn't sure if what he'd said had struck a nerve or if the wolf was just trying to take him by surprise, but Chaos spun to face him rather than leaving himself to take the hit to his side, and then immediately dropped into a low crouch, his shoulders and neck below the level of Odysseus' chest, and dove forward, trying to slam his shoulders into Ody's forelegs in an attempt to knock them out from under him. Ody's teeth grazed his scruff, leaving moderate lacerations behind his ears but he'd dropped too quickly to allow the other male to gain a grip. As he himself was diving forward, Chaos also tilted his head to the side and up, seeking to slice his long fangs along the bottom of Ody's ribcage - it was only a tournament, so he was careful to hold back from sinking the long dagger-like fangs into the chest because... well... that would be bad.

CHAOS vs ODYSSEUS for TOURNAMENT
Round 1/2
Size: extra-large
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: male great-horned owl - flying
Companion 2: female great-horned owl - battle
Mutation: saberteeth (attack)
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Specialty: N/A

Chaos' shoulders connected with Odysseus' forelegs and succeeded in knocking them out from under him. The titan stumbled and the quickly tried to get his paws back under him. It just so happened that in doing so it would be all too easy to wrap his forelegs around Chaos' neck and force the saber-toothed male to bear the weight of Odysseus' chest on his neck. So that is what he tried to do. A searing pain lanced through his side as Chaos also succeeded in slicing open a long laceration in Odysseus' ribs. There wasn't time to dwell on it so after a brief and grim 'ow fuck that hurt' Odysseus did his best to put it out of his mind. Lastly Odysseus sought to bite into the thick scruff that lay over Chaos' shoulders. As he did this Olafur leaped into the ring and sought to sink his teeth into the back of Chaos' left hind leg. Oh, yes, that's right. If Chaos wasn't careful a monkey was going to bite him on the ass. CHAOS versus ODYSSEUS for DOMINANCE Round TWO of TWO Size: Extra Large Build: Heavy Companion: Rhesus Macaque - Battle Fight Skill Level: Intermediate

Chaos succeeded only too well at his maneuver, as he managed to knock the burly male down in top of him. Chaos helped - very manfully, of course - as he was squashed under Ody's chest. Kicking wildly with his hindlegs and squirming, he ought to work his way onto his side so he could lift one hindleg and attempt to aim a vicious kick at Odysseus' incoming jaws in the hopes of keeping them from landing anywhere vital. Distracted and squished where he couldn't see, he would have been fair game for the monkey currently intent on his ass if the owls hadn't come to the rescue, Sgili swooping down at her mate's direction to attempt to grab Olafur by his hips and drag him upwards - an impossible feat considering his size but she would give it her best shot anyway in the hopes of distracting him from his own goal.

Meanwhile, Chaos was considering biting Ody's junk, but decided against it in the spirit of fair play, and instead aimed to snap his jaws at Ody's left rear ankle, attempting to catch the leg behind his fangs to grip it there.

CHAOS vs ODYSSEUS for TOURNAMENT
Round 2/2
Size: extra-large
Build: medium
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: male great-horned owl - flying
Companion 2: female great-horned owl - battle
Mutation: saberteeth (attack)
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Intermediate
Specialty: N/A

And the winner is...

ODYSSEUS

CHAOS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Odysseus: 266.67 Chaos: 149.14

- Judged by Nyx

The fight ended in his favor, which pleased Odysseus more than he let on. He got the feeling that many of Rhyme's relatives looked down on Abaven and its wolves and this one, this...half brother, was it? He couldn't remember. Perhaps a loss to a wolf such as himself would teach this half brother a thing or two about the real Abaven. The titan shook out his coat and stretched before looking to Olafur, who had screeched in surprise when Chaos' companion attacked him. The macaque sat on one of the stones that lined the ring absentmindedly rubbing at his side where the owl's talons had wounded him. Despite the bird's best efforts Olafur had struggled against her talons and succeeded in biting Chaos on the rump. His efforts weren't without cost; he now had two small gashes above each hip where her talons had scored his skin. At Odysseus' summons Olafur trotted over and clamored up onto Odysseus' back. Odysseus hadn't had a chance to address Chaos' slight at the beginning of the fight. Now that he'd won it seemed like a fitting time to handle it. "Good fight," he commented as he walked away before glancing back at Chaos slyly. "Now if you'll excuse me, pal, I just have to get back to my arts-and-crafts."   "Odysseus" and "Olafur"

Chaos' struggling was for naught, as the heftier male's weight simply bore down on him. His teeth clicked together short of their goal, and it was all he could do to hold both his and Odysseus' weight up with his forelegs enough to not be flattened to the ground so he couldn't use one to pull his target closer either. Chaos grunted in effort, trying to straighten his forelegs and simply throw his opponent off him... but then to add insult to injury, the damn monkey's teeth closed in the fleshy muscle of Chaos' rear. Startled by the sudden and unexpected pain, he yelped and, without his attention forcing them straight, his forelegs collapsed and left him flat on the ground with the wind knocked out of him and it didn't take long after that for the coydog to declare the Abaven male the winner.

When the pair were disentangled, Chaos shook himself with a wry grin. He wasn't too disappointed since he'd get another shot at the title if he worked his way up through the losing bracket, but damn if it didn't sting a little, particularly with the parting shot the male sent after him. "Hey, you can't say it wasn't innovative!" he called after the other male, and if he'd been human he'd have thrown in a nice pair of fingerguns but he isn't so he didn't. He did, however give the male a broad wink over his crooked grin, then added "Come see me if you want a pack that won't waste your talent, buddy!"