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It was finally time. With all of the planning involving Archon and the band as well as the much needed recovery time from his previous fight. Hannibal would be marching his way onto the battlefield to call upon his former Alpha to challenge for the Erovrare throne. The beast was neutral for the most part. Archon had bested him previously but that did not mean the albino wasn't skilled enough to defeat Tyranis. He saw his former fight as a way to improve himself and he had studied his mistakes countlessly since. He would not pump up his own ego by exposing any underlying confidence but it was easy to say he didn't hold much doubt for good reason. Pale pads fell upon the earht with ease as the pale monster found his way to the battlefield. Archon was not far behind to presumable watch his pawn in action. His reasons for challenging were plentiful. Hannibal was a naturally selfish and power hungry creature who always desired a throne. Previously happy with his position under Tyranis the male had been psuhed to fight his way to the top. If he was able to challenge for the crown and win the beast would happily moved the pack completely out of the South as a whole and grant Archon free reign of the Shrine. The phantom was acting on both desperation to secure a sturdy home for his family, but to also perhaps make a strong ally in Archon. In there time together the two very different behemoths had made quite an odd companionship. One in which would only be strengthened completey by a victory. Hannibal stopped as he found a barren clearing and offered a quick glance towards Archon. Wordlessly the male then shot his head up into the air and summoned forth Tyranis of Erovrare to join him in the desolate battlefield. The beast was tense and for good reason but he was ready for the bloodshed that would presumably come. HANNIBAL vs TYRANIS for Pack Challenge (Erovrare)
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The royal woman shook her ivory stained coat with a graceful pride before jumping into a quick gallop. With a rhythmic gate Deathbelle closed the distance between herself and the goal she had sought when she left home. Vowing not to look back that day her heart soared to know the future looked so bright in that moment.
With her fur clean, dry, and a little windblown as her midnight paws first touched the battlefield Belle was ready for the show. Her gaze was bright and her skin flush with the exertion of her run, but she was glowing when her eyes fell on Hannibal. She refrained from rushing to his side, instead she regained her regal composure and floated to the Klein heir’s side. She didn’t see there being time to catch up, she she simply smiled softly and stood supportively to the side.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
The challenging call, distant on the Battlefield didn’t go unmissed by the Spirit. Quickly, she howled for Caelia, inviting the young Adravendi to come with her before she trotted from the borders of her pack. It was always a good idea to attend these things, both to study the mettle of the two wolves in the fight and see what kind of leaders either wolf was, winner or loser, and to be in the know of the goings on of other packs.
She made the journey quickly, moving off to the side as she studied the scene with gradated eyes, her comportment that of quiet observance. It wasn’t difficult to tell that she was an alpha herself. Only three wolves stood on the field thus far—the challenger, a pied Albino male, and a woman that clearly stood in his support.
A third was there, another male that seemed there to support the Challenger. (vague because I'm early)
She settled back to wait, both to see if Caelia would come to see this event, and to see what events would transpire.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Indeed, Archon couldn't be bothered to care about Tyranis's well being or his standing- he was simply an obstacle in the way of the shrine that belonged to God. Him claiming to be a demon, however, was interesting. Archon could come away with the shrine and the demon's claim to lineage today. At the least, he could stop the demon from continuing his lowly line.
It wasn't the most polite thing, but after last challenge's display... Well, Archon wasn't so sure that he wasn't doing the world a favor by trying to topple the alpha's reign.
But, for now, he settled to watch his pawn in action. Obi and Circe had healed him well and he had faith that Hannibal was a man of his word.
"You are released," he said to just Hannibal. "Now go become a king."