Lion's Teeth
He called for the alpha his head held high as he waited to be approached. Would others come? Would they watch as he intended to dethrone a man he had never met in order to achieve his own goals? He couldn’t say for certain. He was sure his height would be advantageous to him as well as his bulk, although he had never filled out to be as muscular as his father. He knew combat in the form of spars but never in a real challenge with the threat of being maimed, and where the rules of engagement didn’t apply.
When the summon for his son rang, Elias' own curiosity would not allow him to remain idle. The Oracle had been missing in healing for the past couple seasons, fighting his 'mind-blight' as his son called it. He did not expect the first time searching for his son since his arrival would be witnessing him in action, defending his pack, but here they were.
Elias' singular ruby glared into the soul of the pale wolf that it locked on, his jaws parting slightly as a low growl rumbled through-out his behemoth chest instinctively. Tyranis had yet to make an appearance, though the fur along the Praetor's mantle prickled as he anticipated his blood's arrival. He never had the chance to teach Tyranis how to fight, though... he knew these things ran deep in their lineage. Instincts and demons would guide him, and if not... well, Tyranis was never worthy.
Black talons gripped the grass of the battlefield as he flagged his tail upright, ears held back as he snarled in the direction of this unknown stranger. No matter what his reasoning for the challenge, Elias did not care- such disrespect enraged him and if Tyranis did not pull this man's trachea out and eat it for even thinking of disgracing their family, Elias would.
It'd been a while since he'd fed on another wolf, and the reaping season was just around the corner.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Célestin hadn't been far from Pegasus since the time they'd left Lirim behind. He wasn't attached at the hip but, almost as if making up for all the time he'd wasted being distant, a day hadn't passed when they hadn't at least spent some time together. He was happier than he'd ever thought he could be after the death of his sister, overjoyed to be in the company of his best friend once more. So when he heard the call lift from Pegasus' lungs, echoing across the distance towards him Célestin picked up his pace, racing to his friend's side. He wasn't the first to arrive, a massive grey and black man already arrived, his eyes filled with anger and Célestin sidled up beside Pegasus, feeling his hackles raising slightly. He wondered if the man was the one Pegasus was challenging, feeling his stomach twist and tightening in fear for his friend. Still he summoned his best cheeky grin. "Give em' hell." He said, gently nudging Pegasus with his shoulder. Walk, "Talk", Think |
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Medea's head lifted as she heard a familiar voice ringing faintly through the forest she'd made her home. Her brows lifting in surprise. She hadn't been sure when, or even if Pegasus was going to make a move but it seemed he had finally done so. Medea slid from the den, stretching herself and shaking the dirt from her pelt. So much for her lazy day. Then the princess sought out her sister, tracking the smaller woman through the trees. "It's Peg!" She said, even knowing Sphinx no doubt had heard the call and knew as well as she did. "What do you say we go cheer him on?" She asked, knowing full well her sister was likely to follow regardless. Then she made the trek towards the call, arriving to see her brother and- Medea stopped short. Was that a rainbow on that smaller boy's back? For all the beauty and surprises she'd seen in these lands thus far nothing could have prepared her for this! Collecting herself Medea approached the opposite side of her brother, the one without the unknown rainbow wolf. Aiming to playfully jostle her brother, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. "Long time no see." She teased, her gaze sliding over him to look at the strange rainbow companion her brother had. He gaped up at her for a moment then flashed her a smile, his attention clearly pulled towards the only other stranger on the field right now. She noticed the way he shifted his weight as if anxious. A friend then? Then she finally deigned to look at the man facing them, her gaze running over his smaller form with practiced blankness. He seemed angry, maybe even furious but he didn't appear to be making any moves to rise to the challenge. Not who Pegasus' target was then.
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Chrysanthos had just finished nestling the fronds of yarrow into the strip of deer hide when he heard his brother's call echoing out from the battlefield. His ears flicked up as he registered the tone of the call. There was a commanding weight to it that marked as something more important than the questioning call for a challenger. Packing the yarrow in amongst his other herbs he folded the corners over then quickly seized the bundle between his teeth. Moving quickly he headed toward the battlefield. Regardless of the purpose of the call if his brother was to do battle than Chrys wished to be ready with the necessary herbs for treating the injuries. He couldn't wait until he had a den of his own and a more regimented system of storage and gathering.
He arrived to see Pegasus and as his eyes swept past two strange wolves, one of brilliant coloring, to his sister, Medea. Swiftly depositing his herb bundle he bounded toward her, tail wagging lightly. "Medea! It's good to see you. I hope you are well?" He had not seen her since she'd left but he knew that when he happened upon his brother Pegasus that he'd run into the rest of his siblings sooner rather than later.